You must know that Shengyuan is the biggest sponsor of this competition. If he knew that the other party was the chairman of Shengyuan, let alone retort, he would be begging to please him.
"Have you two finished talking? If so, I'm leaving. Remember to return the money, or you'll have to consider the consequences!"
Mu Feng didn't have that much time to waste with these people; it was meaningless.
Zhang Yilin was scared silly. He quickly bowed and rushed forward: "President Mu, if you withdraw your investment, the consequences will be unimaginable. This music competition will have to be canceled, you must..."
Mu Feng interrupted him and said disdainfully, "So what if it's canceled? What does it have to do with me?"
As soon as he said this, he was left speechless, unsure of what to say for a moment.
"Then can I ask what happened? President Mu, my child is young and doesn't understand things. I hope you can be magnanimous!" Zhang Yilin's expression was somewhat unsightly.
Mu Feng touched his nose and said, "It was nothing in the first place. Your overgrown baby came up and cursed at me, not letting us in. That's one thing, but he even wanted to take my life. Let's put ourselves in your shoes, what would you do?"
"Who the hell are you calling an overgrown baby? You son of a bitch, believe it or not..." Young Master Zhang immediately stood up and cursed through gritted teeth.
Mu Feng naturally wouldn't give him a good look. He snorted coldly and said, "Since your parents don't know how to educate you, then I'll educate you properly!"
He stepped forward, grabbed Young Master Zhang by the hair, and, ignoring everyone else, smashed his cheek fiercely onto the ground.
A scream was heard. Young Master Zhang's face was disfigured, blood flowing freely, and his face covered in gore.
He clutched his cheek, screaming in pain, wanting to fight back, but he was no match for Mu Feng.
Mu Feng slapped him a couple more times, these slaps were a hundred times harder than his father's.
Young Master Zhang's good teeth were almost all knocked out, making Zhang Yilin tremble all over.
"You, you dare to hit me? Dad has never hit me before, you must avenge your son!"
He had already been beaten into a pulp, his hair disheveled, clutching his face and sobbing constantly. His crying appearance was nowhere like a twenty-something adult.
Zhang Yilin wanted to lash out, but he understood that if he fell out with them over his son, then withdrawing the investment would be a certainty.
Seeing the growing crowd of onlookers, he was in a dilemma.
If his son was beaten like this and he didn't react at all, then he would completely lose face.
But if he dared to react in any way, this music competition would also be called off.
The losses then would be real money, and these losses were something he could not bear.
In a predicament, he ultimately chose the latter.
Zhang Yilin bowed deeply and said, "President Mu, I apologize. I apologize for what I just said. Why aren't you kowtowing to President Mu?"
"Why? Why should I kowtow? Absolutely not!" Young Master Zhang turned his head aside, the stubbornness of a second-generation rich kid showing through.
Mu Feng stretched lazily and said, "Alright, no need to kowtow to me. Everyone, take care of yourselves. We're leaving!"
Cheng Xiao and the others didn't linger either. These people had insulted their boss so much, they felt no pride. This competition was doomed to fail.
Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Zhang Yilin, in a panic, rushed forward. He made a move that surprised everyone present.
He actually knelt at Mu Feng's feet, pleading bitterly, "President Mu, I beg you, can you give me another chance? Considering my sincerity before, please forgive me this time!"
Mu Feng frowned. For an association president to kneel in public was already a tremendous show of respect.
At this moment, his tone softened slightly, and he nodded, "In that case, I'll see how you perform and temporarily not withdraw the investment!"
Zhang Yilin was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. Wiping away his tears, he said, "Thank you! Thank you!"
Young Master Zhang was furious. In his eyes, he had lost face completely this time.
He didn't care how formidable the other party's identity was. Since he had lost face, he had to have an explanation.
"Kid, I will definitely not let you off easily, you wait for me!" he thought.
These little movements of his were fully visible in Mu Feng's eyes.
However, Mu Feng said nothing and, ignoring everyone, walked into the photography base with Cheng Xiao.
After this interlude, Zhang Yilin asked the surrounding artists not to publicize the matter.
After all, kneeling to someone else was too demeaning. If it got out, his prestige would be gone.
After Mu Feng entered, he went to the judge's seat. Beside him were the big shots of the entertainment industry.
"This young brother looks a bit unfamiliar. May I ask how to address you?" said a middle-aged man with a small braid and a beer belly.
"Mu Feng, the boss of Shengyuan Entertainment!" he introduced himself.
The middle-aged man, who had been somewhat dismissive, immediately sighed, "Young people nowadays are truly extraordinary. Back in my day, at your age, I was still eating fifty-cent flatbreads!"
Mu Feng smiled and said, "You're too kind!"
During their chat, he learned that this middle-aged man was Zhang Jie, the boss of Huayu Brokerage Company.
Huayu was considered a leading company in the entertainment industry, with several first-tier stars.
About ten minutes later, the host of the singing competition came onto the stage.
He held a teleprompter and introduced enthusiastically, making Mu Feng yawn.
This competition was half scripted and half relying on real strength.
After all, if your singing was terrible, you certainly wouldn't be allowed to win the championship, as the audience wouldn't be happy either.
Several artists took the stage one after another, and their singing was quite good.
After about forty minutes, it was Cheng Xiao's turn to perform.
As soon as she took the stage, she immediately caught the attention of the other judges.
Zhang Jie, sitting at the judge's table without restraint, swallowed and whispered, "Tsk tsk, this little beauty is quite something, not bad, not bad. I must strike up a conversation later!"
Mu Feng frowned, clearly displeased, but he said nothing, as the other person might have been joking.
Standing on the stage, Mu Feng was not at all nervous. Holding the microphone, he said, "Hello, judges. I am Cheng Xiao, and I will now be singing my latest personal track..."
Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Zhang Jie: "Hold the camera for a moment, this part doesn't need to be filmed!"
As he spoke, he stood up and walked onto the stage with his bulging belly.
Cheng Xiao looked a little flustered. She asked awkwardly, "Judge, what's wrong?"