Chapter 61: The Downfall of Zhou A

Chapter 61: The Downfall of Zhou A

Zhou A was finished. Completely and utterly.

Faced with the wrath of the Ou Clan, the Zhou family did not put up even the slightest resistance.

After all, Ou Junlang had almost died!

The car had caught fire!

When Ou Junlang’s father saw the MAGOTAN, flipped into a ditch and burned down to a charred metal frame, he almost went mad with rage.

His lips trembled, and he felt a shudder of fear just thinking about it.

If Ou Junlang had been any more seriously injured, or hadn’t escaped the car in time, wouldn’t they have been collecting his ashes by now?

He only had this one son, the sole descendant carrying the family line for three generations.

Usually, Ou Junlang was useless and always annoyed his father, and his father often said he disliked this son.

But who would really believe his nonsense and dare to provoke Ou Junlang, this ‘Tai Sui’?

Everyone knew that behind his stern father image, he practically doted on this precious son to the point of coddling him.

Zhou A actually dared to be so insane and vicious!

Even though he had known early on that his son and Zhou A didn’t get along, in his view, it was just childish squabbling, not worth mentioning.

The business titan even secretly felt proud, thinking his son was right and was inheriting his own sense of justice.

Both were descendants of prominent families. Just look at what a piece of work Zhou A was, and then look at his own son.

Sure, he was a bit fat, a bit lazy, a bit aimless, but at least he didn’t commit crimes or disgrace the family name.

Without comparison, one wouldn’t know satisfaction.

The entire upper circles of Hanzhou knew Zhou A’s rotten nature, and many people wanted to teach that brat a lesson.

It was just that the Zhou family protected their own fiercely, and the truly powerful figures who could stand up to the Zhous kept aloof, not bothering to get involved.

Although Zhou A acted recklessly, he still understood the serious matters at critical times.

He knew very clearly which people he could provoke, which people he shouldn’t, and to what extent he could go with certain people.

Like at Lu Wei’s banquet, even though Zhou A gritted his teeth in hatred, he still slunk away without uttering any threats.

But this time, Zhou A had stepped over the Ou Clan’s bottom line.

Ou Junlang’s father used a crane to dump the burned-out MAGOTAN frame right at the entrance of the Zhou family Villa, blocking the gate. The outcome was decided on the spot.

Faced with the “assassin’s” counter-accusation, the conclusive evidence from the synchronized car surveillance footage, and this shocking, blackened car frame, Zhou A had no defense.

He desperately explained that he never meant to target Young Master Ou, that it was all purely a coincidence.

He admitted he had sent people to cause trouble for Chen Feng, but he absolutely never told anyone to ram Ou Junlang’s car.

But it was useless.

In the end, Zhou A was subjected to a hastily devised family punishment by the Zhou family and was beaten until his back was torn and bleeding.

Besides that, most of the assets under Zhou A’s name, with a total value of nearly five billion, were essentially given away to Ou Junlang for the price of one yuan.

But that wasn’t enough.

For the Ou Clan, problems that could be solved with money often weren’t problems.

Making the Zhou family pay a heavy price was just a means of punishment and venting anger, nothing more.

Afterwards, the Zhou family brought out a highly respected elder to plead for mercy and promised to immediately send Zhou A abroad. He could only return to the country if and when Young Master Ou’s anger subsided, forgave Zhou A, and was willing to let him go.

Only then did the matter come to a temporary end.

“Master, you can rest a thousand percent assured. From now on, as long as my father and I are standing, you will never see this person again. From today onwards, you don’t need to worry about anything. Just focus on your creation with a peaceful and steady heart. All this messy, nasty business won’t land on your head.”

“Well, thank you for that.”

“Hey, no need for thanks. It’s what I, as your disciple, should do.”

Chen Feng thought to himself, I don’t remember agreeing to take you as a disciple at all, how come you’re already calling yourself that?

But he owed Fatty Ou a huge favor now. Although he hadn’t acknowledged this disciple, he didn’t deny it either.

“Alright, Young Master Ou, you’re a busy man. Zhou A has so many businesses, you’ll need time to digest them all. I won’t keep you any longer.”

“What busy? Just busy with nonsense. I have plenty of people to handle taking over Zhou A’s businesses. No need for me to show up personally at all.”

Chen Feng really wanted to hang up the phone right then and there.

Chatting with this guy was really tiring. It felt like he was constantly mocking Chen Feng for being a poor guy who didn’t understand the world of the rich.

“Alright, I have something to attend to now. Let’s talk later.”

If you’re not busy, then I’m busy, okay!

Chen Feng heard the sound of the door opening outside. Zhong Lei must be back. He needed to discuss this matter with her.

He slapped the phone shut, stood up, and had just opened his door when he saw Zhong Lei barging in, with two huge dark circles under her eyes.

She had indeed pulled an all-nighter.

Chen Feng raised his hand. “Hi…”

“Here’s the song I wrote from last night till now. Just take a look. I need to pack my things quickly.”

“To go do wh…”

Okay, before Chen Feng could finish his sentence, Zhong Lei had already rushed upstairs.

He looked down and opened the notebook. Right on the first page, he saw two elegant and beautifully written characters, the song title.

“Baptism of Fire”.

Chen Feng twitched the corner of his mouth. He felt the pronunciation of these two characters seemed a bit off, kind of inappropriate.

But when he scanned line by line and finished reading the lyrics, he realized how powerful it was.

He was genuinely impressed.

As expected of Zhong Lei. No matter how you try to suppress her, you can’t.

No matter how much he copied from her, exploited her, or dug treasures from the depths of her heart, she could always quickly, with the momentum of a phoenix rising from the ashes, show the talent that was truly hers.

And each time, it was even stronger than the last!

As the name suggested, this “Baptism of Fire” told a story of a person’s rebirth through fire.

The lyrics of this song had a strong narrative, but even stronger was the choice of words and phrasing.

Just by reading the lyrics, Chen Feng could feel a fighting spirit, burning like a raging flame, soaring skyward.

He had listened to countless songs and seen countless sets of lyrics, but never had he encountered one that could ignite a person’s fighting spirit more than the one in his hands.

Even a slacker like him felt a dazed illusion, vaguely feeling like he was the phoenix in the lyrics, about to be reborn through fire, wanting to break through the shackles and chasms of fate.

He was lost in thought when Zhong Lei clattered back downstairs and snatched the lyrics from his hand.

As she changed her shoes, she spoke rapidly like firing a gun. “Time is tight. I won’t chat much. I need to hurry to Zhonghai to produce your song ‘Monotony’ and my ‘Baptism of Fire’. I’m afraid if I delay too long, I’ll lose the feeling.”

Chen Feng was about to say maybe they didn’t need to go to Zhonghai. After all, Zhou A’s businesses had become Ou Junlang’s, so they probably had access to a very professional recording studio here for free.

So he opened his mouth and said, “Zhou A…”

Zhong Lei waved a hand. “It’s fine, I’ll be careful myself. But you, staying in Hanzhou, you must be very careful. Okay, I’m leaving.”

Bang!

Chen Feng chased her out the door, but she had already hurriedly stepped into the elevator.

She thought Chen Feng was coming to say goodbye. She waved with one hand while pressing the close button with the other.

Chen Feng shouted helplessly, “Wait a second.”

“Can’t wait.”

The elevator doors closed. Zhong Lei was gone.

Chen Feng, utterly speechless, picked up his phone and sent her a WeChat message, explaining everything clearly using a voice note.

After waiting about seven or eight minutes, Zhong Lei replied, “Ah! Really? So we don’t have to worry anymore from now on! That’s great. But I still have to go to Zhonghai this time. The team there is very mature. I promised someone I’d finish ‘Monotony’ there. Can’t break the promise.”

Chen Feng shrugged and spread his hands. Fine. Should’ve known not to waste the effort.

Zhong Lei’s thought process was really something. Such good news as Zhou A’s utter defeat, and she was so calm about it.

Perhaps in her heart, she simply didn’t care about these so-called obstacles. She always just wanted to focus on doing her own thing well.

Back in his room, Chen Feng looked up at the calendar.

He suddenly realized that tonight, he should start dreaming again.