Chapter 824 - 824: Sky-High Endorsement Fee

Another sunny day.

Xiao Feng walked out of the house, squinted at the sky, then stretched his body with a long yawn, and went through a warm-up routine.

The gentle breeze blew, and he didn't break a sweat.

Soon, Old Ha came in holding the "uniform," greeted, "Good morning, Boss."

Xiao Feng nodded and asked, "Is Aspergillus oryzae awake?"

"Awake, woke up an hour ago. What are we having for breakfast today?"

"Do as you see fit." Xiao Feng replied casually, then asked, "How's Hui Yi and the others' creation going?"

Mentioning this, Old Ha's face changed, and while tying his apron, he said, "Boss, you have no idea, I was almost scared to death last night."

"What happened?" Xiao Feng became interested.

Old Ha said speechlessly, "Don't mention it. Wasn't I sleeping in the living room? In the middle of the night, I heard a 'rustling' sound half-asleep.

I woke up instantly, thinking it was cockroaches or something. Who would have thought, sitting up and seeing, good heavens, eighteen bald heads flipping books and writing, I almost thought they were preparing to perform a ritual for me."

Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh and cry.

He knew that Old Ha's words were intentionally exaggerated, aiming to amuse him and win favor.

However, despite the deliberate aspect, it was still quite enjoyable.

As they spoke, Xue Nuofu appeared outside with eighteen people in tow.

Behind him, the eighteen Martial Monks were shaking their right wrists continually, as if having a seizure.

In their left hands was a thick stack of papers.

Moreover, each of them had panda eyes and looked exhausted.

"What's wrong with all of you?" Du Qingyue, coming out of the house, noticed the monks' odd manner, asked curiously.

Last night, Xiao Feng only briefly told her about the events in the hospital and didn't mention punishing the monks by making them write reflections.

So, it was normal for her to not know anything.

Hui Shiba opened his mouth, "Sister-in-law... sigh, it's a long story!"

They lined up to hand in their reflections, and Xiao Feng gave a stack to Du Qingyue, then began to peruse them.

"The great playwright and poet Shakespeare once said, 'No matter how long the night, the day must come.'

In this quiet of the night, I earnestly wish the day would come later because I still haven't finished the 30,000-word reflection and have to submit it to Brother Feng tomorrow morning."

Xiao Feng flipped to the end, glanced at the signature, and found it was by Hui Shiqi.

He didn't speak, continuing to read others' reflections.

"The great thinker Nietzsche once said, 'He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.'

After much thought, I feel my purpose is to complete the tasks given by Brother Feng, which will be my life's goal. I will do my utmost to satisfy Brother Feng and not let him down."

At this point, Xiao Feng didn't need to check the signature, it was undoubtedly written by Hui Shiba.

He still refrained from commenting and continued reading others'.

"The great philosopher and writer Tolstoy once said, 'Everyone has defects, like an apple bitten by God. Some have bigger defects because God particularly favors their fragrance.'

Everyone has defects. Through deep analysis, I found a major flaw in myself, which is being too negligent.

If I had gone over to check after Pang Tong slit his throat, the subsequent incident of him fleeing gravely injured wouldn't have happened."

Flipping to the end, he saw it was signed by Hui Yi.

At this time, Du Qingyue also stopped reading.

Not because she was unwilling due to the sheer volume of words, nor because she read too fast, but because it wasn't interesting.

Reading through the whole thing, almost every page followed a standard format, quoting something said by someone great, then extending it to their own thoughts and understanding.

It seemed profound, but in reality, all padding and not a bit of substance.

"Whose ingenious idea was this?" Xiao Feng asked expressionlessly.

The monks exchanged glances, sensed something amiss, and raised their hands to point at Hui Yi: "Him!"

Xiao Feng walked over, not really smiling, patted Hui Yi's shoulder, and said, "Do you think you're too smart, or that I'm an idiot?

If all you're doing is quoting famous people, then what do I need you to say?"

Hui Yi couldn't help but panic, "Boss, Boss, listen to my explanation, please don't let them mislead you. This was a collective idea.

I'm not alone, definitely not alone!"

"He's the only one!" The seventeen others said in unison.

Hui Yi, humiliated and furious, said, "Monks do not lie, touch your conscience and tell me, was this really my idea alone?

Back up a thousand steps, even if it is my idea, did I write the content for you?"

"No one said Senior Brother, you wrote the content, but if you hadn't suggested this method, we wouldn't have written like this either," Hui Er continued shifting the blame.

"You!"

Xiao Feng waved his hand to stop their argument, saying, "I finally see, writing reflections doesn't solve the problem. There's only one effective solution."

With these words, the monks all felt apprehensive, wondering how they'd be dealt with now.

"If anything similar happens again, one month's salary will be deducted for everyone." Xiao Feng said calmly.

Hui Yi and the others' faces changed without exception, all promising there would be no recurrence of such events.

Du Qingyue shook her head with a laugh, looking at Xiao Feng said, "Guess what interesting thing just happened?"

"How could I guess such a thing?"

"Are you guessing or not?"

"Are you guessing whether I'll guess?"

After this whole tongue-twister exchange, Xiao Feng raised his hands in surrender under Du Qingyue's gaze, leaning in to her ear and asking, "Could it be... you're pregnant?"

"..." Du Qingyue.

She slightly regretted letting Xiao Feng guess because this was purely random guessing.

"When I was freshening up just now, Chai Yanna's agency called, saying they want us to have Feng Hua Xue Yue as their spokesperson, guess how much they offered?"

Without waiting for Xiao Feng to reply, Du Qingyue said, "Never mind, no need to guess, I'll just tell you.

They offered fifty million, isn't that ridiculous? We didn't even spend fifty million to open a store, how could we spend fifty million to hire a spokesperson?"

"They're out of their minds." Xiao Feng nodded in agreement, "In terms of image, temperament, height, what do you not beat Chai Yanna in?

Moreover, we're relying on quality, not celebrity power."

"I find you're getting more and more glib," Du Qingyue said with mild exasperation, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her true feelings.

Xiao Feng didn't pursue the point, instead, he said sentimentally, "It's almost New Year's Day in two days, the year is coming to an end again.

I hope no one else has the nerve to mess with me, or else they might not have a good New Year's."

As soon as he finished speaking, a car pulled up at the door, and all four doors opened simultaneously.

Four people got out of the car, all wearing identical suits, ties, and sunglasses.