Chapter 697 - 351: The God of Longevity Hanging Himself: Courting Death
Before this, the professionals in the film industry’s costume, makeup, and props departments had no idea that Hanfu had different styles and classifications depending on the era. It was Chen Jincheng’s company that pioneered this field.
While the two were talking, the young woman from the front desk suddenly rushed in. "Boss, there’s a problem! Come and see!"
"What is it?" Chen Jincheng asked with a frown, seeing how frantic his employee looked.
The employee explained, "A courier dropped off a box, and I smelled blood right away. I opened it and it was full of dead stray cats, each one with a dagger stuck in it. I shouted after him, but he left without even looking back."
Hearing this, Chen Jincheng frowned and walked out.
Seeing this, Chen Yu’s brow furrowed as well, and he followed them out.
When they reached the front desk, a crowd of employees had gathered, murmuring amongst themselves. Some were clearly outraged.
"Who did this? It’s too cruel."
"I know, right? And to think they sent the bodies of these stray cats right to our doorstep."
"Those bastards."
"..."
When Chen Jincheng arrived, the employees made way for him. He saw a blood-soaked box. Inside were the bodies of several stray cats, each impaled with a dagger. The box reeked of blood and decay.
It was clearly a threat, like something out of a gangster movie.
He immediately thought of Zhou Huapeng.
The man was involved in money laundering. It was no surprise he’d resort to something like this.
"Mr. Chen, what is going on?" Chen Yu asked, his face grim. As a director from Central Mother, he had no tolerance for injustice.
’Using tactics like this in this day and age? Do they think this is still a few decades ago?’
’The worst part is that I’m here to interview Second-Life Star, and this happens. Aren’t they just trying to put me in a bad spot?’
In response, Chen Jincheng gave him a subtle hint. "Director Chen, my promotion of Hanfu has offended certain people. It’s brought some of their dirty laundry to light. They’ve run smear campaigns against me in the past, but I never thought they’d stoop to this."
"The film industry?" Chen Yu’s face instantly darkened.
Just then, Ah Pao hurried in from outside and reported, "Boss, I checked the surveillance. The courier was definitely an imposter. I’ve already sent out screenshots and have my men chasing him. I don’t know if they can catch him."
"Okay," Chen Jincheng nodded.
Outside the Jinmao Building, a courier had ridden a scooter to a nearby trash can and stopped. He then made a phone call. "President Zhou, it’s done. A box of dead cats. That should be a good enough gift. If he still doesn’t know what’s good for him, it won’t be dead cats next time."
"Good work," Zhou Huapeng said with a laugh. "I’m sure he’ll be calling me very soon."
The courier hung up, took off his hat and jacket, and threw them into the trash can. But just as he turned around, a motorcycle suddenly shot past, and a club smashed into his head.
While he was dazed, a group of brawny, heavily tattooed men surrounded him.
One of them held up a phone to compare. "It’s this guy. Good thing we caught up, or Brother Pao would have our hides."
The courier clearly realized what was happening and tried to fight back, but the sneak attack and the blow to his head left him completely dazed.
Before he could even react, a dozen feet were already kicking at him.
Meanwhile, Zhou Huapeng hung up the phone and waited. He was confident that after receiving the "gift," Chen Jincheng would call him. Unless, of course, the man truly had a death wish.
’If we can send dead cats, we can certainly send other things.’
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before his phone—the one he’d used to call Chen Jincheng—started ringing. He glanced at the caller ID; it was Chen Jincheng.
This made him smile.
’I knew he’d be scared.’
He answered the call, a cold sneer on his lips. "Mr. Chen. Calling me so soon? Have you come to your senses?"
「On the other end.」
Chen Jincheng’s phone was already on speakerphone. He deliberately put a trace of panic in his voice and said, "President Zhou, what exactly do you want?"
Meanwhile, Chen Yu stood to the side, holding up a digital recorder.
This, of course, wasn’t Chen Jincheng’s idea; it was Chen Yu’s. Under the circumstances, Chen Jincheng was more than happy to cooperate with the director from Central Mother. He knew Zhou Huapeng was done for.
’Of all the times to send a "gift," he had to pick the one day someone from Central Mother was here for an interview? As the saying goes, it’s like the God of Longevity hanging himself—he was just asking to die!’
Hearing the panic in Chen Jincheng’s voice, Zhou Huapeng grew even more smug.
’So now he’s scared. He just had to force my hand and make me use dirty tricks.’