Feng Wanqian is old and has poor digestion. After dinner, he must take a walk to digest.
Leading the big dog, strolling along the path, under the setting sun, it was another beautiful day.
We were almost at the door of my house, and my good mood was gone.
Reporters appeared from nowhere, as numerous as a colony of ants, and rushed to his side, surrounding him.
The big dog originally looked very ferocious, but when he saw so many people, he was so scared that he got behind him.
I don’t know whether it’s because the dog can’t stand up to the human force, or because the journalists in Xiangjiang are more powerful than the dog.
Feng Wanqian has been in the film industry for decades, but he has never seen any scene before, and he immediately became a little annoyed.
But before he could get angry, reporters were bombarding him with questions.
"Master Feng Liu, what do you think of "Tai Chi Master"?"
"Master Feng Liu, does the appearance of "Tai Chi Grandmaster" mean that the Kung Fu style you insist on has declined?"
"Master Feng Liu, your disciple injured someone from Starlight Entertainment today. According to rumors, you instigated all this. Do you have anything to say?"
"Is the conflict between you and Xiao Qian really so great that it cannot be reconciled?"
"I heard that you issued a fatal order prohibiting Starlight Entertainment from coming to Hong Kong. Is this true?"
Feng Wanqian felt dizzy, as if surrounded by thousands of flies.
You can still hear something clearly at first, but later on there is only a buzzing sound.
Countless microphones were dangling in front of his nostrils, and the various icons were more dazzling than the rainbow. For a moment, he didn't know what to answer.
Seeing the situation becoming increasingly chaotic, fortunately, family members rushed out at the door of his home, squeezed into the circle, and protected him through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and finally entered the door.
The reporters didn't get the answers they wanted, so how could they leave so easily? They crowded in front of the Feng family's house, as if they could rush in at any time.
Feng's family members were all frightened and quickly called the police.
The police arrived much faster than in the movie, and the people who came were very high-level.
After dispersing the reporters, the visitor finally met Feng Wanqian.
"Inspector Liang, what is going on? Your police want to give me an explanation."
After a while, Feng Wanqian finally recovered and returned to his true self as a big boss.
However, the policeman opposite was even more annoyed.
"Give you an explanation? You have to give us an explanation. Mr. Feng Liu, where is Chu Jianghe?"
Feng Wanqian was stunned. Looking at Inspector Liang, who was all hair and beard, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
He knew Inspector Liang well, and although they had no contact with each other, he was always polite to him when he saw him.
This time he came to visit in person, and he behaved evilly, and if something went wrong, he would become a monster.
"What are you doing with He Zai?"
Inspector Liang held his police hat in his hand and ignored his messy bald hair.
"Your disciple beat up someone, and now the whole Hong Kong is in an uproar, which makes it very difficult for us to do anything."
Hearing that Chu Jianghe had beaten someone, Feng Wanqian was no longer nervous.
Among these people with a martial arts background, who has never fought?
When I was filming, it was common to use a knife to prevent the underworld from causing trouble.
"It's just a fight, what's the big deal? If it gets damaged, I'll just pay for it for He Zai."
Inspector Liang looked at him as if he were a fool.
"Dude, don't you watch the news?"
Feng Wanqian's mood became deluded again, and he hurriedly asked: "I've been staying at home, of course I don't know what's going on outside."
Inspector Liang was no longer in the mood to talk nonsense with him.
"You still don't admit it? Now the police have officially informed you that you will report to the police station tomorrow morning and cooperate with the investigation into instigating Chu Jianghe to beat someone."
After saying that, Inspector Liang left with his men.
Feng Wanqianku sat on the sofa and was silent for a long time. Suddenly he raised his arm and struck it down with a palm. With a loud cracking sound, the solid wood armrest broke into two pieces.
"Who can tell me what's going on?"
The family members looked at each other, unable to answer.
They are all busy with housework, and they don't even know about the ups and downs outside.
The servant was still clever and ran out immediately. When he came back, he was holding a newspaper half a foot thick in his hand.
Feng Wanqian quickly took one, and after just one glance, his blood pressure immediately rose and he became dizzy.
When I looked at the other ones, my eyes were so dizzy that I could eat someone.
"Damn it, the damn paparazzi dared to bully me!"
He cursed for more than half an hour, almost using up all his strength before he calmed down a little.
I read the newspaper again and got some vague insights.
"Where is He Zai? Let him come to see me."
The police couldn't find anyone to look for him, but he could easily find someone.
Late at night, the Feng Mansion was still brightly lit and bustling with people.
Almost all of Feng Wanqian's disciples and grandchildren who were in Hong Kong came. They formed several full circles, and there were more than a dozen kneeling in the open space in the middle, none other than Chu Jianghe and others.
Feng Wanqian walked around these people with his hands behind his back, drooling as if he didn't want money.
"Bastard, who allowed you to cause trouble in my name?"
A group of people kept silent for fear of being torn apart by Feng Wanqian.
Only Chu Jianghe could claim injustice because of his close relationship.
"Master, we didn't make trouble in your name. That bastard named Xiao actually dared to come and cause trouble in front of our noses. Disciple... I just want to teach him a lesson and let him see the true Buddha. Who knows?
How did the paparazzi get the news and all of them came here? Otherwise, the legs..."
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Wanqian picked up the newspaper and threw it on his head. The condescending comments were like rain.
"Pu Jia Tuo, who allowed you to make the decision for me? Do you feel that your wings have become stiff and you want to take my place?"
The martial arts masters of Feng Wanqian's generation were basically from opera troupes, and they attached great importance to the tradition of respecting teachers and respecting morality.
When the master was teaching them, he would often beat and scold them, as if he were teaching his descendants. If he followed his example, he would do the same to his disciples.
In his opinion, if he is beaten, he will be beaten, and if he is scolded, he will be scolded. Who calls him a master?
But under Chu Jianghe's lowered head, a trace of cruelty and jealousy flashed.
Chu Jianghe is now nearly forty years old. He has been in the circle for so many years. Not to mention how many benefits he has gained from Feng Wanqian, at least no matter where he goes, he must be respectfully called Da Laohe.
He also has a group of subordinates who rely on him for food. Wherever he goes, there are crowds of people shouting and shouting, which makes him look majestic.
He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he had been taught such a lesson.
Not to mention, there are many senior brothers standing around now.
The eyes of these people looking at him at this time showed no sympathy or pity. The faint sarcasm at the corners of their mouths showed the pleasure of this group of people.
Even though they are Feng Wanqian's disciples and disciples, they all eat around him.
No matter how powerful Feng Wanqian is, how many people can he protect with a pair of wings? Not to mention, how many of these people are looking at Feng Wanqian's legacy.
One more brother means one more competitor.
Seeing Chu Jianghe being beaten, scolded and punished by Feng Wanqian, these people wished that Feng Wanqian would get angry and drive Chu Jianghe out of the school.
Fortunately, Chu Jianghe was very angry in his heart, but he was calm enough on the surface. Despite the red marks on his face, he was still filled with righteous indignation.
"I regard my master as my biological father. If someone disrespects you, it is an insult to my father. I will not hesitate to risk the death of both of you."
Feng Wanqian just accepted this and his attitude softened instantly.
Looking at Chu Jianghe's superb acting skills, he felt a sigh of relief on his face.
"You brat, times have changed. The old-fashioned way of beating and killing people is no longer acceptable. If you mess with people like this, you will only leave something to talk about. Now everyone outside is scolding you, master, and me, where can I put my old face?"
Chu Jianghe was as nervous as a war drum in his heart, but he had to be a good man on the surface.
"One person is responsible for the work. How can I hold Master accountable? I will surrender to the police station tomorrow. I will not embarrass you, Master."
He was right again.
Feng Wanqian has become stronger with age, and his character has become increasingly hardened, and he doesn't even care about the law.
"Humph, your master, I am not old enough to be bullied by others. You can leave tonight. Brother Jia Sheng is filming in Malaysia. You go there to avoid the limelight. Don't worry about things here. As long as you have your master
In one breath, let me see who dares to touch you?"
Chu Jianghe finally came to life, and he still had to keep pretending.
"It's all the disciple's fault, how can I let the master bear it?"
Feng Wanqian took on the posture of a big boss.
"Get lost, it's not your turn to show off."
Chu Jianghe was afraid that Feng Wanqian would regret it, so he hurriedly ran out crawling on the ground. This made all his fellow disciples feel sorry for him, but they did not dare to mess around.
After Chu Jianghe was blasted away, Feng Wanqian raised his head and looked at his disciples and grandchildren surrounding him.
I don't know why, but even though there were so many people, it gave him a feeling of loneliness and mist.
This made him extremely irritable, and he suddenly shouted loudly.
"Why are you still here? Do you want me to take care of the food? You all have hands and feet, don't live like an insect. Come on, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."
Everyone was driven away, and Feng Wanqian stood alone in the yard.
The cool evening breeze made his clothes tremble, and he couldn't feel the slightest warmth in this world, but it also made him sober.
