Chapter 342 Cherish and don't give up the chance to be famous
I thought Yangyang would help me, but I didn't expect that things would turn out like this.
Now, I can only deal with this matter by myself. Without Yangyang's strong influence, the difficulty will increase a lot. However, Ling Feng doesn't care at all. What he cares about is just to prove that He Ye is innocent.
Ling Feng has not been to He Ye's parents for a long time. Ever since He Ye's mother had an accident, Ling Feng has not been there even once. Moreover, He Ye's mother also deliberately avoided Ling Feng.
Ling Feng felt that now he should apologize to He Ye's parents. This incident has caused such a mess and He Ye has been wronged. The pressure on He Ye's parents will definitely not be small.
He gently knocked on the door of He Ye's house.
It was He Ye's father who opened the door. When he saw Ling Feng, Lao He was as calm and calm as ever, "Xiao Ling, come in and sit down!"
This made Ling Feng even more embarrassed. If Lao He saw him, scolded him with a straight face, he would feel happier.
Sitting on the sofa, Ling Feng lost his usual playful smile and looked at Lao He nervously, "Uncle, I'm sorry!"
"Oh? Why are you apologizing?" Lao He calmly brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for Ling Feng very calmly.
"I made He Ye suffer. It's my fault!" Ling Feng confessed frankly.
"Let's drink tea first!" Lao He didn't seem to care.
Ling Feng was at a loss, picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.
"Tell me, how does the tea taste?"
"Bitter!" Ling Feng said truthfully. Although he didn't understand why this old He brought the topic to tea tasting.
"That's right. This is the difference between tasting tea and drinking tea." Lao He nodded and gently poured a cup of tea for Ling Feng.
"uncle……"
"Don't worry, finish your tea first!"
Ling Feng had no choice but to follow Lao He's instructions and calm down, slowly savoring the bitter aroma of tea. The bitter aftertaste lingered in his mouth.
"How do you feel now?"
"After the bitterness, there is a faint sweet fragrance!"
"That's right. Only those who know how to taste tea can feel the lingering fragrance that fills the teeth after the bitterness. The same is true for you now. Drinking it too hastily is like drinking tea, which is bitter but quenches your thirst.
.If you can taste it calmly, there are two completely different consequences!" Lao He said meaningfully.
"But the less anxious I am, the longer He Ye will be wronged!" Ling Feng felt a little painful.
"Does He Ye care?" Lao He looked at him and asked.
"I care! He Ye doesn't care on the surface, because he doesn't want to put pressure on me. But I can't care!"
"Oh! You are still a young man!" Lao He made Ling Feng shake his head in confusion. He stood up and walked into the study.
After a while, a piece of white paper was spread out in front of Ling Feng.
"Take a good look, I knew you would come over, I prepared it especially for you!"
Lao He said very calmly, but Ling Feng was very frightened. Did he know that I would come?
On the white paper, four flowing calligraphy words read, "The heart is born from the environment."
Ling Feng didn't know brush calligraphy, but when he saw these four characters, he was moved indescribably.
"I have been copying Wang Xizhi's running script for forty years, and I have only scratched the surface of it! After reading it, you can do it according to your own ideas! No matter it is right or wrong, no matter the result." Lao He held up a cup of tea.
, take a light sip, close your eyes, and enjoy the aftertaste of the tea.
Ling Feng stared at these four words for a long time, wondering what exactly they meant.
After a long time, Ling Feng stood up and said respectfully, "Uncle, I'll leave first!"
"Okay! Xiaoling, if you have time, let He Ye go to the temple with her mother to listen to the chanting of Buddhist scriptures! This will be of some help to her!"
After walking out of He Ye's home, Ling Feng lit up a cigarette in the cool breeze of the night, took a deep puff, and burned the cigarette directly to the butt.
A long stream of thick smoke came out of his mouth.
"The heart is born from the environment!"
"Then let me experience this situation first!" Ling Feng threw away the cigarette butt and suddenly became enlightened.
Early the next morning, an uninvited guest came to this popular performing arts company.
Directly, Ling Feng directly asked to see their boss by name.
As a celebrity today, these red-hot employees were naturally familiar with Ling Feng. They quickly informed their boss.
He was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, with a straight waist, a three-quarter-length hairstyle, and thick hair wax. His face was ordinary, but he had a vague aura that was not revealed.
Ling Feng was a little shocked to see such a boss. In his imagination, the boss of a leather bag company like Hongtongtong should also be a relatively vulgar philistine.
"Mr. Ling can come to our small company, I'm not afraid!" The man in Chinese tunic suit went up to greet him enthusiastically.
"Are you Mr. Liu?"
"Yes, I am none other than Liu Wentong!" The man in Mao suit handed over a business card with only three words on it, Liu Wentong. Clean.
"Mr. Liu's image seems a bit out of place with this popular entertainment company!" Ling Feng joked with a smile.
"Mr. Ling laughed!" Liu Wentong was a little embarrassed. "If I guessed correctly, Mr. Ling's visit must be for that matter!"
"Yes, I originally planned to ask for an explanation. But after seeing Mr. Liu's temperament, I changed my mind. Mr. Liu should not be able to do this kind of thing!" Ling Feng said directly.
"Ashamed! I also read about this in the newspaper. However, Miao Yu is indeed my contracted artist. I cannot absolve myself of the blame for this!"
"Since Mr. Liu has this attitude, it will be easy to handle!" Ling Feng originally thought that he would use the name Long Yuguo to put some pressure on Liu Wentong, but unexpectedly things went surprisingly smoothly.
"Mr. Ling, I have prepared a plan. If you are satisfied, we will handle this matter!" Liu Wentong pushed an A4 paper in front of Ling Feng.
Ling Feng took it and looked at it, his face turned green immediately, "Mental illness? Is this a bit too much?"
"Mr. Ling, Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Director Liu has been held accountable. After our discussion, this is the safest way. Moreover, it is also the best way to clarify Mr. Ling." Liu Wentong said with an apologetic smile.
"Wouldn't Miao Yu be completely destroyed?" Ling Feng was obviously a little reluctant to do so. He was still a bit merciful towards Miao Yu. Otherwise, he, an iron cock, would not have given her one million.
I thought Yangyang would help me, but I didn't expect that things would turn out like this.
Now, I can only deal with this matter by myself. Without Yangyang's strong influence, the difficulty will increase a lot. However, Ling Feng doesn't care at all. What he cares about is just to prove that He Ye is innocent.
Ling Feng has not been to He Ye's parents for a long time. Ever since He Ye's mother had an accident, Ling Feng has not been there even once. Moreover, He Ye's mother also deliberately avoided Ling Feng.
Ling Feng felt that now he should apologize to He Ye's parents. This incident has caused such a mess, He Ye has been wronged, and the pressure on He Ye's parents will definitely not be small.
He gently knocked on the door of He Ye's house.
It was He Ye's father who opened the door. When he saw Ling Feng, Lao He was as calm and calm as ever, "Xiao Ling, come in and sit down!"
This made Ling Feng even more embarrassed. If Lao He saw him, scolded him with a straight face, he would feel happier.
Sitting on the sofa, Ling Feng lost his usual playful smile and looked at Lao He nervously, "Uncle, I'm sorry!"
"Oh? Why are you apologizing?" Lao He calmly brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for Ling Feng very calmly.
"I made He Ye suffer. It's my fault!" Ling Feng confessed frankly.
"Let's drink tea first!" Lao He didn't seem to care.
Ling Feng was at a loss, picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.
"Tell me, how does the tea taste?"
"Bitter!" Ling Feng said truthfully. Although he didn't understand why this old He brought the topic to tea tasting.
"That's right. This is the difference between tasting tea and drinking tea." Lao He nodded and gently poured a cup of tea for Ling Feng.
"uncle……"
"Don't worry, finish your tea first!"
Ling Feng had no choice but to follow Lao He's instructions and calm down, slowly savoring the bitter aroma of tea. The bitter aftertaste lingered in his mouth.
"How do you feel now?"
"After the bitterness, there is a faint sweet fragrance!"
"That's right. Only those who know how to taste tea can feel the lingering fragrance that fills the teeth after the bitterness. The same is true for you now. Drinking it too hastily is like drinking tea, which is bitter but quenches your thirst.
.If you can taste it calmly, there are two completely different consequences!" Lao He said meaningfully.
"But the less anxious I am, the longer He Ye will be wronged!" Ling Feng felt a little painful.
"Does He Ye care?" Lao He looked at him and asked.
"I care! He Ye doesn't care on the surface, because he doesn't want to put pressure on me. But I can't care!"
"Oh! You are still a young man!" Lao He made Ling Feng shake his head in confusion. He stood up and walked into the study.
After a while, a piece of white paper was spread out in front of Ling Feng.
"Take a good look, I knew you would come over, I prepared it especially for you!"
Lao He said very calmly, but Ling Feng was very frightened. Did he know that I would come?
On the white paper, four flowing calligraphy words read, "The heart is born from the environment."
Ling Feng didn't know brush calligraphy, but when he saw these four characters, he was moved indescribably.
"I have been copying Wang Xizhi's running script for forty years, and I have only scratched the surface of it! After reading it, you can do it according to your own ideas! No matter it is right or wrong, no matter the result." Lao He held up a cup of tea.
, take a light sip, close your eyes, and enjoy the aftertaste of the tea.
Ling Feng stared at these four words for a long time, wondering what exactly they meant.
After a long time, Ling Feng stood up and said respectfully, "Uncle, I'll leave first!"
"Okay! Xiaoling, if you have time, let He Ye go to the temple with her mother to listen to the chanting of Buddhist scriptures! This will be of some help to her!"
After walking out of He Ye's home, Ling Feng lit up a cigarette in the cool breeze of the night, took a deep puff, and burned the cigarette directly to the butt.
A long stream of thick smoke came out of his mouth.
"The heart is born from the environment!"
"Then let me experience this situation first!" Ling Feng threw away the cigarette butt and suddenly became enlightened.
Early the next morning, an uninvited guest came to this popular performing arts company.
Directly, Ling Feng directly asked to see their boss by name.
As a celebrity today, these red-hot employees were naturally familiar with Ling Feng. They quickly informed their boss.
He was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, with a straight waist, a three-quarter-length hairstyle, and thick hair wax. His face was ordinary, but he had a vague aura that was not revealed.
Ling Feng was a little shocked to see such a boss. In his imagination, the boss of a leather bag company like Hongtongtong should also be a relatively vulgar philistine.
"Mr. Ling can come to our small company, I'm not afraid!" The man in Chinese tunic suit went up to greet him enthusiastically.
"Are you Mr. Liu?"
"Yes, I am none other than Liu Wentong!" The man in Mao suit handed over a business card with only three words on it, Liu Wentong. Clean.
"Mr. Liu's image seems a bit out of place with this popular entertainment company!" Ling Feng joked with a smile.
"Mr. Ling laughed!" Liu Wentong was a little embarrassed. "If I guessed correctly, Mr. Ling's visit must be for that matter!"
"Yes, I originally planned to ask for an explanation. But after seeing Mr. Liu's temperament, I changed my mind. Mr. Liu should not be able to do this kind of thing!" Ling Feng said directly.
"Ashamed! I also read about this in the newspaper. However, Miao Yu is indeed my contracted artist. I cannot absolve myself of the blame for this!"
"Since Mr. Liu has this attitude, it will be easy to handle!" Ling Feng originally thought that he would use the name Long Yuguo to put some pressure on Liu Wentong, but unexpectedly things went surprisingly smoothly.
"Mr. Ling, I have prepared a plan. If you are satisfied, we will handle this matter!" Liu Wentong pushed an A4 paper in front of Ling Feng.
Ling Feng took it and looked at it, his face turned green immediately, "Mental illness? Is this a bit too much?"
"Mr. Ling, Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Director Liu has been held accountable. After our discussion, this is the safest way. Moreover, it is also the best way to clarify Mr. Ling." Liu Wentong said with an apologetic smile.
"Wouldn't Miao Yu be completely destroyed?" Ling Feng was obviously a little reluctant to do so. He was still a bit merciful towards Miao Yu. Otherwise, he, an iron cock, would not have given her one million.