Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 313

Wang Renjie didn't know what to do. As Chen Meiling's agent, he had secretly signed a contract in her name. If she didn't attend, the penalty would be a sum equal to the price of the most expensive sword at the Sword Convention. The other party had paid Wang Renjie a 1,000,000 deposit, but Chen Meiling knew nothing about it. She still thought this was just a promotional visit and that being a judge at the convention was merely a friendly cameo, completely unaware of the one million.

Wang Renjie trembled with fear.

At that moment, eleven men appeared at the airport, all wearing the Yuzhou soccer team uniform.

"Heard someone hit our future coach? Who was it? Get out here."

They were supposed to be soccer players, but their swaggering arrogance made them look less like they played soccer and more like they were out to kill someone.

"This is going to be difficult to resolve," someone in the crowd muttered.

"Yeah, how many players on those soccer teams nowadays are actually serious about the sport?"

The crowd at the airport, far from leaving, watched with complex expressions, eager to see how this young man, Wu Tian, would handle the situation. Some of the young women had already taken out their phones to take photos and videos. Their first thought wasn't to worry about how things would escalate, but to post it on their social media feeds and timelines.

Chen Meiling grew worried. "Wu Tian, as I recall, you weren't much of a fighter when we were kids. I was better than you. How about I create a diversion so you can get yourself to safety?"

With that, Chen Meiling stepped in front of Wu Tian. Her memory drifted back to their childhood, when kids were always fighting, especially since they were all obsessed with martial arts dramas. Before they were even fully grown, a thrown punch would be accompanied by a shout of "Pegasus Meteor Fist!" and a slap would come with a cry of "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon!" Those were, by far, the two most common move names you'd hear. Back then, among all the elementary school kids, Wu Tian had been the worst fighter. He always resorted to kicking, believing that "an inch longer is an inch stronger," and his shoes offered some protection. He would kick wildly while yelling, "Wind God's Kick!"

Those foolish days were long gone, but Chen Meiling remembered clearly that even though Wu Tian couldn't fight well, he had always protected her.

Seeing Chen Meiling step forward, Wang Renjie quickly intervened. "No, no! Let me handle this." If her sunglasses get knocked off, she'll be all over the entertainment news. That would be a complete disaster. This was his chance to redeem himself.

"You?" A flicker of doubt crossed Chen Meiling's eyes. Wang Renjie looked like he couldn't even tie up a chicken; how could he possibly resolve this?

"Remember when Liu Dada got into trouble in Shandong? He just made one phone call to Boss Ren, and the whole thing was settled," Wang Renjie said proudly, recounting the story as if he had been a part of it. "You see, I know Boss Ren."

Who was Boss Ren? His family had connections to the Flying Tigers Special Forces. As a movie star with friends everywhere, his intervention would surely be enough to settle the matter. Chen Meiling was just puzzled as to how Wang Renjie could possibly know him.

With a smug smile, Wang Renjie took out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, found the name he was looking for, and dialed. The call connected quickly, and a commanding voice came through the line.

"Who is this? State your business, I'm in the middle of filming."

"It's me, Little Wang," Wang Renjie said, glancing triumphantly at Chen Meiling. Judging by his tone, is his relationship with Boss Ren really that close?

Little Wang? Boss Ren, currently filming in Xiangjiang, was confused. Which Little Wang? The singer who's on par with 'Incomparable'? Or Wang Dawan's son, Wang Congming? Or maybe that kid from the 'Three Little Pigs' group?

"It's me, Boss Ren! Wang Renjie," he chuckled.

"Oh." In stark contrast to Wang Renjie's warm enthusiasm, Boss Ren's tone immediately turned cold. So it's that Little Wang. An agent. It's not that I look down on agents; it's that I don't know the man at all. Does a single chance encounter even count as an acquaintance?

Years ago, while he was shooting a film, the young man had shamelessly pestered him for an autograph and refused to leave. Afterward, he had brazenly demanded his phone number. Feeling pressured, Boss Ren had only agreed after laying down three conditions: don't call without a good reason, don't give the number out to anyone, and don't bother him.

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