To know that once Mu Feng withdrew his investment, it would have unthinkable consequences for the program team.
This music competition was not as smooth as the outside world imagined. If it weren't for this timely investment, the program might have been aborted.
And now, if he were to get his ten million investment back, the huge costs incurred by the music competition would be irrecoverable, and it would also lead to a crisis of trust for the association.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yilin immediately lowered his stance and said, "Mr. Mu, what exactly happened? If I've done anything wrong, please just tell me. You can't let this competition just fall apart!"
"As for why, you should ask your precious son yourself!" With that, Mu Feng hung up the phone.
Young Master Zhang looked at Mu Feng as if he were an idiot. He licked his lips and said mockingly, "Kid, you're trying to be mysterious. If you're acting, I'll be the first to boost your box office. It's like it's real!"
The lackey beside him also sneered, "This poor kid who's like a dog might just be here to freeload. I could kick him to death with one kick!"
As he spoke, the man directly raised his foot and kicked at Mu Feng.
With this back and forth, these people had completely offended him.
Did Mu Feng have no temper? As the biggest financier of this music competition, being insulted by such petty people, it was unbearable.
He let out a cold snort and kicked the lackey in return.
"Ouch, it hurts so much!" The man was sent flying and fell to the ground, losing several front teeth.
Blood flowed from his mouth uncontrollably. His disheveled appearance was extremely comical.
Young Master Zhang's facial muscles twitched. He took a step forward and said, "Kid, you hit a dog and you have to look at the owner. You beat up my man in front of me, what do you mean?"
Mu Feng crossed his arms and said, "So what if I hit him? What can you do to me?"
"Kid, you're showing off in front of pretty girls, right? Don't beg for mercy later, I'll let you keep showing off!"
Saying this, Young Master Zhang winked at his subordinates.
Soon, four burly bodyguards surrounded them, ready to teach Mu Feng a lesson.
These men were a head taller than him, and he was already at a disadvantage just by their aura.
The management team of Shengyuan Entertainment was also furious and stepped forward, turning the scene into a powder keg.
Mu Feng waved his hand and said, "Alright, you don't need to do this dirty work. Step aside!"
The members of the management team knew how skilled their boss was, so they confidently watched from the sidelines.
They all looked at Young Master Zhang with schadenfreude, as they believed that this arrogant and overbearing dandy had just kicked an iron plate.
Young Master Zhang waved his hand and said, "Showing off, right? Hit him, hit him hard, I'll take responsibility if he dies!"
These strong men had no intention of holding back. Someone even aimed an elbow at Mu Feng's temple.
If it were an ordinary person, they would surely die if hit like this. They didn't expect these people to want to kill someone over a disagreement.
"This poor kid is really crazy. He even dares to pretend to be the boss of Shengyuan? He must be tired of living!"
"Look at his shabby appearance. How can he survive after offending Young Master Zhang?"
The surrounding artists and management teams from other companies were all mocking him.
They didn't realize at all that Shengyuan's management team respected him very much, and he was clearly not an ordinary person.
However, these artists were clearly judging people by their appearance. Wearing colored glasses, they were arrogant and arrogant, lacking independent thinking.
Mu Feng originally intended to just teach these people a lesson.
But he didn't expect these people to be so arrogant, so he had to give them a good lesson.
Then, a voice from not far away seemed to save Young Master Zhang and the others.
"Stop, you unfilial son!" A middle-aged man in a suit rushed in, trembling with fear.
This middle-aged man was none other than Zhang Yilin of the China Pop Music Association, the father of Young Master Zhang.
Upon seeing his father, Young Master Zhang immediately gestured for the thugs to stop.
"Father, why are you here? Aren't you preparing for the competition?" he said with a grin, completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
Zhang Yilin glared at him fiercely. At this moment, he could roughly guess what had happened. Most likely, his unpromising son had offended the financier.
Next, Zhang Yilin's actions made him completely go mad.
To everyone's shock, his father walked directly to Mu Feng's side.
Under the astonished gaze of all the onlookers, he bowed deeply and said, "Mr. Mu, I'm sorry. My son has offended you. I apologize to you. He's still a child, please don't take it out on him!"
Young Master Zhang was stunned and quickly walked over, saying, "Father, you must have mistaken him for someone else. He's just..."
Zhang Yilin trembled with anger and roared, "Kneel down!"
"Father!"
"I told you to kneel, can't you hear? If you don't kneel, believe it or not, I'll disown you!"
Young Master Zhang was completely dumbfounded. He had been pampered since childhood, and whatever he wanted, his father gave him.
He had never seen his father so angry, even saying such a thing as disowning him.
A sense of foreboding rose in his heart. He realized that the young man in front of him must have an unusual identity, otherwise, how could his father apologize to him so subserviently? And react so intensely towards him?
Although very unwilling, Young Master Zhang had no choice but to kneel down.
Two burning clouds appeared on his face. At this moment, if there were a crack in the ground, he would have no hesitation in drilling into it.
Mu Feng chuckled and said, "Alright, you two father and son don't need to act here anymore. I've decided to withdraw my investment, so don't put on a melodrama for me!"
Zhang Yilin hurriedly said, "He's really just a child, his words are childish, you..."
Mu Feng interrupted him, "Child? He's over twenty years old. Is your son a giant baby?"
This kind of dandy, used to being arrogant and overbearing, had probably done countless unspeakable things. He was a tumor among tumors.
"Kid, what are you talking about? Believe it or not, I'll kill you?" Young Master Zhang cursed.
With a "slap," Zhang Yilin slapped him across the face, "You unfilial son, shut up! Immediately kowtow and apologize to Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu is the chairman of Shengyuan Entertainment!"
At this point, everyone present erupted in an uproar. No one expected that this young man was actually telling the truth.
"How is that possible? Him?" Young Master Zhang still couldn't believe it in his heart.