Chapter 1942: Is It Fun?

It’s another crisp autumn morning, the sky is bright and the sea breeze is sultry.

It's just that today in Macao is destined to be different from the past. There is another piece of white in the streets and alleys.

I don’t know who played the prank, but all six main roads in Macao were covered with posters, and there were also many more leaflets at the docks and airports.

The white paper makes people think it's snowing heavily.

"What's this?"

People in Macao who got up early in the morning didn't take it seriously at first, thinking it was a naughty child playing a prank. They just took a curious look at the posters when they passed by.

It was this look that immediately stopped them in their tracks. The content on it surprised them, as it contained Feng Batian's dirty deeds.

Assassinating enlightened people, sinking people who resist him, forcibly marrying two wives, colluding with the Imperial Sword Society...

They were stunned after scanning the words above, as if they couldn't imagine that Feng Batian was such a person.

After all, Feng Batian feeds a lot of people and does a lot of building bridges and paving roads on weekdays. He maintains a good public image. Who knows...

Many people didn't quite believe this, and then they picked up the leaflets with unsatisfied interest. The information above allowed them to know the whole story in more detail.

Although this information is difficult to verify and there is no evidence, their impression of Feng Batian began to loosen.

People around Aocheng began to discuss whether the matter was true or false.

This discussion was only small-scale at first, limited to the people who stopped to watch, but as the people dispersed, more and more people knew about it.

Feng Batian's gossip quickly spread explosively, and before long, most of the people in Aocheng knew about it.

At this time, Feng Batian was sitting in front of the dining table, eating breakfast slowly. Sitting opposite him was Mrs. Feng, dressed in white.

Feng Batian likes this warm approach, which makes outsiders feel that the Feng family is united and the husband and wife are harmonious.

"You're going further and further now."

Mrs. Feng held the spoon with her fingers and her voice was very cold: "Yesterday, we used the government to deal with Ye Tianlong. Do we really want to go all the way to the end?"

"You shouldn't talk to me with this attitude and tone."

Feng Batian drank milk leisurely, with a sharp look in his eyes: "You shouldn't care about Ye Tianlong's life or death more than the future interests of the Feng family."

Mrs. Feng joked lightly: "I don't care about Ye Tianlong's life or death, I'm just sorry that your good cards were ruined by you."

Feng Batian said softly: "On the surface, it seems a bit reckless for me to suppress Ye Tianlong, but in the long run, it is definitely worth my disregard."

"Believe it or not, if I don't suppress or drive Ye Tianlong away, he will have the final say in Aocheng for at most one year."

He has determined Ye Tianlong's ambition: "The Feng family can only survive for three to five years at most before they will be ruthlessly replaced or annexed by him."

Mrs. Feng stirred the porridge: "I know you have already made up your mind. You are determined to crush Ye Tianlong, and I can't stop you."

"I just hope you will keep a tightrope in everything so that we don't have trouble seeing each other in the future."

She also reminded: "And people like Ye Tianlong can only use gentle methods, and it is difficult to successfully coerce him."

"Don't worry, I'm sensible. I've been playing hawk for decades, how can I still get my eyes pecked by an hawk?"

Feng Batian felt confident, and then changed the topic: "By the way, have you notified Bao Shanren that they will vote at ten o'clock tomorrow?"

Mrs. Feng's eyelids twitched, then she nodded and said, "I've informed you, they will arrive on time."

"very good."

Feng Batian nodded: "As long as the vote is passed tomorrow and Ye Tianlong is blacklisted as a hunter, then Ye Tianlong will not be facing the Feng family."

"But the whole city of Australia."

"The Feng family doesn't need to take action at all. If they just let Bao Shanren and others suppress it, Ye Tianlong will fall apart."

There was a gleam in his eyes: "No matter how supportive he is, if he can't make it clear, he still has to get out according to our rules."

Mrs. Feng was neither happy nor in agreement. She just took a sip of white porridge and suddenly felt that her life was just like white porridge, tasteless.

She inexplicably thought of Ye Tianlong, that ungrateful and often annoying bastard. Although it was shameful to be associated with him, the time was so amazing.

"Mr. Feng, it's not good!"

At this moment, Feng Piaopiao ran in from outside in a hurry, holding a leaflet in her hand: "Something happened."

Feng Batian frowned slightly and glanced at her coldly: "Why are you panicking? Is the sky falling, or is someone dead again?"

For the first time, Hong Piaopiao didn't pay attention to her master's rebuke. She still rushed to the table and put the leaflet on the table regardless of etiquette:

"Mr. Feng, look, look, there are posts everywhere in Aocheng, saying you...saying you..."

Her voice swallowed back the words at the end, never daring to utter those words.

Feng Batian's expression turned cold, and he was obviously dissatisfied with the hesitant Hong Piaopiao. Then he took the leaflet and shouted impatiently:

"What are you talking about me? Useless things...can't even complete a sentence."

Then, Feng Batian lowered his head and glanced at the things in his hands to see what made Hong Piaopian panic. It was okay not to look at it, but his face changed drastically.

Hypocrite? Robbing other people’s wives and daughters? Do you recognize a thief as your father?

Feng Batian's face instantly turned blue and black. Even though one general could achieve great success, every successful person might have done the things he had done.

Privately, the dignitaries from all parties would not care about this, and would even say that Feng Batian had means and courage, but it was different when it was made public.

This is tantamount to tearing away the image he has worked hard for decades, and his personality and authority will be greatly reduced.

Especially for him who will not live long, it is far more important to be highly praised by the public or future generations after his death than to fight for the kingdom he has built.

But now these things have directly put him in the spotlight, and this move is a stab in the heart.

"Asshole!"

Feng Ba Tianlong immediately slammed the table and roared in a rare way: "Who did it? Who did it?"

Seeing the master's unimaginable rage, Hong Piaopiao responded tremblingly:

"I don't know, I only know that this morning, Australia City was covered with such posters and leaflets, at least tens of thousands of them."

She added with difficulty: "The airport and the dock are also covered with them."

Feng Batian shouted with a gloomy face: "Send someone to tear all these things down immediately, and then arrest the guy who talked nonsense for me."

"Catch as many as you can, and we must control the development of the situation."

Then, his eyes turned cold: "It must be Ye Tianlong who did it, find him out for me, find him out."

The Feng family has a high degree of control over the media and the Internet, but they did not expect that Ye Tianlong would stab them with the most primitive method.

Feng Batian threw away his chopsticks, stood up and walked towards his study:

"Hong Piaopiao, let Feng Xifeng come to see me!"

Seeing Feng Batian lose his composure for the first time, Mrs. Feng, who put a mouthful of porridge into her mouth, suddenly felt that the porridge tasted a bit better.

At this time, her mobile phone vibrated slightly. Mrs. Feng took it out and glanced at it. She didn't leave her seat, but put on an earphone: "Hello..."

A familiar laugh came from her ear: "Is it good?"

Mrs. Feng didn't say anything, but just slightly put her legs together...