"Really? That’s great, I’m getting bored to death being stuck here every day," Ling Chen said with a cheerful face.
"I’ve arranged a place for you to stay; it’s perfect for quiet recovery and relatively secluded, so journalists won’t disturb you."
Ling Chen nodded and said, "That’s best." He really feared those journalists in recent days. To obtain firsthand information, they employed all sorts of extre tactics. Just the night before, a journalist even climbed through the window. This was the tenth floor, and he thought soone was trying to assassinate him, almost killing the person in the process.
Nanrong Wanqing sat at the bedside, took an apple from the fruit basket, peeled it while asking, "Are you involved in the Martial Arts Tournant?"
Martial Arts Tournant? Ling Chen was slightly startled and asked, "How did you know about this?"
"What’s so strange about it? Now there are promotional ads posted all over Beijing. Everyone in the city knows about it. Aren’t you a martial artist? I just randomly asked to see if it’s related to you."
"It certainly is. This ti the Martial Arts Tournant is organized jointly by three forces, with the organizer being the Martial Arts Association. If you hadn’t asked, I would have forgotten. Elder Tong has assigned quite a few tasks, and I haven’t had ti to deal with them while lying in the hospital these days."
"Given your condition, you should rest at ho rather than rush, the tournant won’t take place for a while."
Ling Chen smiled and asked, "Hearing your words, it seems you’re quite interested in the Martial Arts Tournant?"
"Of course I’m interested," Nanrong Wanqing did not deny it and said, "Since news of the tournant spread, many people around have expressed great interest, insisting they must see it. You know, the word ’martial arts’ is sothing people have only seen in novels and TV shows, rarely having the chance to witness real martial artists and skills. From what I know, not only are many dostic people interested in the tournant you’re organizing, but it’s also spread abroad, and many international friends might attend."
"According to you, won’t there be a lot of participants?" Ling Chen touched his nose, feeling a bit headache, "The venue we’re building can only hold twenty to thirty thousand people at most."
"Twenty to thirty thousand?" Nanrong Wanqing shook her head and said, "That’s definitely too few; the venue needs at least fifty thousand capacity."
Ling Chen gave a bitter smile, "The more people, the greater my responsibility. You don’t know, Elder Tong has already instructed to be in charge of the security outside the venue. Sigh! I hope this Martial Arts Tournant goes smoothly without any mishaps."
Nanrong Wanqing was just about to continue, but suddenly the phone rang.
Ling Chen picked up the phone, glanced at the unfamiliar number on the caller ID, casually answered the call, and asked, "Who is this?"
"Ling Chen, you’re lucky; you didn’t die jumping from such a high place. To be honest, I’m a bit disappointed. If you’d died, it would save a lot of trouble."
Hearing the familiar voice, Ling Chen frowned slightly and calmly said, "You didn’t call just to express your disappointnt, did you?"
"That’s secondary, the main thing is, I want to know if you’ve handled your affairs. It’s been almost half a month, and there’s been no word from you. Don’t forget, I gave you a deadline."
"Are you that eager to return to the country? Can’t make a living abroad anymore?"
"Ling Chen, enough with the crap; if you can help resolve this matter within two days, I’ll not only return Ling Gengqiu’s severed limb to you but also offer you a very valuable piece of intel. How about it?"
"Intel? What intel? Tell first; maybe I’m not interested."
"Don’t you want to know who was behind that big fire? Rember, you have two days; don’t make wait too long." After saying this, Zhu Hong directly hung up the phone.
"Who was the caller?" Nanrong Wanqing asked curiously.
Ling Chen hesitated for a mont, slowly uttering two words, "Zhu Hong!"
"Him?" Nanrong Wanqing was shocked. She hadn’t seen Zhu Hong for a long ti because of the things Zhu Hong had done; in her heart, Zhu Hong was already a dead person, not wanting any contact with him. However, hearing Zhu Hong’s na again from Ling Chen’s mouth, it’s a lie to say she was completely unaffected.
No matter what, Zhu Hong was her childhood playmate, her first crush. Although Zhu Hong caused her many emotional scars, truly forgetting is not easy.
"How... is he now?"
"Not well, a military enterprise abroad is hunting him everywhere; he can’t make a living abroad and wants to help revoke the military’s accusations against him so he can return to the country."
"What accusation?"
"Treason. Zhu Hong collaborated with others, stealing national secrets, then fled abroad intending to trade those secrets for profit. I foiled his plan, and now he’s like a stray dog, hiding everywhere. But this is all his own doing; he can’t bla anyone else."
Upon hearing this, Nanrong Wanqing sighed, "I didn’t expect him to beco like this."
Ling Chen continued, "To be honest, Zhu Hong is a pitiful person; his experiences led him to beco this way, of course, not excluding his own ambition playing a part. If he didn’t have such great ambition, perhaps he would be doing well now. Sadly, he’s blinded by ambition and hatred, no one can save him now." Pausing, Ling Chen asked Nanrong Wanqing, "Do you feel regrettable for him?"
"Not really; everyone has their fate. If he chose to change, maybe he could have a better life, but he insists on walking a path to death. Therefore, he should bear all consequences for his choice. To , Zhu Hong is a stranger now; I don’t care about his future. I’m just a bit worried about you; I know Zhu Hong resents you, so..."
Ling Chen smiled and said, "It’s alright; his resentnt against isn’t recent. Let him be; I’m perfectly fine. If he really cos to seek revenge, I’d be more than happy to settle things."
"How do you plan to handle this?" Nanrong Wanqing asked, "Do you really intend to help him dismiss the charges?"
Ling Chen nodded and said, "There’s no alternative; he has sothing very important to . Until I obtain that, I can only compromise."
"Then be careful; I don’t want anything to happen to you again."
"Don’t worry; I know what I’m doing."
Nanrong Wanqing stayed in the hospital room for a while but left due to other business at the company. After she left, Ling Chen took out his phone, dialed a number. Zhu Hong’s matter couldn’t be delayed, needing prompt resolution.
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