The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

Chapter 1584 - 1889: National Idol (1)

However, just as Ling Chen was leading the two people to the middle of the chain, a sudden change occurred. A loud bang erupted from the office building behind them, and Ling Chen instantly felt the ground vanish from beneath his feet as the whole chain quickly fell downward.

Not good! Witnessing this situation, Ling Chen inwardly thought something was amiss. Without even needing to glance, he knew that the office building anchoring the chain had surely collapsed due to the explosion. As his body lost control, Ling Chen and the other two plummeted towards the inferno below.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked, staring dumbfounded at the falling trio, helpless. Even with so many experts on site, no one could reach the fire in an instant to save Ling Chen and the others.

It’s over!

This was almost everyone’s thought.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

At this critical moment, a series of sharp sounds suddenly pierced through the air. When the crowd turned their heads, they saw Zhang Zhongfeng holding a bow, firing a barrage of arrows.

Seeing the approaching arrows, Ling Chen, who had been somewhat frightened, suddenly brightened up. He tapped lightly on the arrows with his toes, and his plummeting body soared upwards. Over a dozen arrows had been shot, forming an invisible bridge right before Ling Chen.

Utilizing the arrows beneath his feet, Ling Chen continuously propelled himself, like a dragonfly skimming water, swiftly landing outside the factory.

Whew! Safely out of the crisis, Ling Chen couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Honestly, that moment had genuinely scared him. If he had fallen into the raging fire, even nine lives would not have been enough. As for the two workers, they were already stunned with fear, their faces extremely pale. It wasn’t until the surrounding cheers erupted that they came back to their senses, realizing they were still alive.

"Sixth Brother, how are you, are you alright?" Qiu Yong and others hurriedly ran over, looking at Ling Chen with concern, fearing for his well-being.

Feeling everyone’s concern, Ling Chen grinned and said, "Big Brother, don’t worry, I’m fine." With that, Ling Chen turned his gaze to Zhang Zhongfeng, who was walking over from the side, and thanked him, "Fourth Brother, thank you for saving my life."

"No need for such polite words among family."

After resting for a while, Ling Chen went alone to find Zhou Guosen to inquire about the condition of the workers.

"Mr. Ling, we truly owe you a great deal. All 342 individuals trapped have been rescued, without a single casualty," Zhou Guosen said with some excitement, "This is truly a miracle."

"As long as everyone is safely out, then our efforts were worthwhile. Well, I won’t disturb you further, goodbye!"

However, when everyone was preparing to take the bus back to the Martial Arts Tournament venue, they encountered a small trouble: the news reporters swarmed them, surrounding everyone, eager to conduct interviews.

"Ling Chen, what should we do now?" Tong Zhentian asked.

"Isn’t it simple? If they want interviews, let them come to the Martial Arts Tournament."

Upon hearing this, the news reporters wasted no time, immediately driving towards the Martial Arts Tournament venue. By the time Ling Chen and the others returned to the venue, nearly a hundred journalists were already waiting there.

"Elder Tong, as the president of the Martial Arts Association, I’ll have to trouble you with these matters," Ling Chen said with a smile and then sneaked away with the others from the other side.

After lunch, Jiang Yunkai ran excitedly from outside the command center and shouted loudly, "Chen, our Martial Arts Association is famous now! Did you see the report? Everyone is praising us, especially you. Your performance of stepping on arrows to soar through the air was both handsome and cool, and countless beauties are infatuated with you."

Ling Chen smiled faintly and said, "Alright, keep your voice down, unless you want everyone to know. I’ve seen the news reports, and they met my expectations."

"Expectations?" Jiang Yunkai asked, puzzled, "Chen, what do you mean?"

"We needed a chance to showcase our capabilities to the public and promote the spirit of martial arts. We’ve achieved both objectives today. Just wait and see; the Martial Arts Tournament is about to get lively."

As Ling Chen anticipated, with the vigorous promotion from the news media, the reputation of the Martial Arts Association was thoroughly established. Moreover, people’s perceptions of the Martial Arts Association had changed. By two in the afternoon, a large crowd of spectators once again gathered at the Martial Arts Tournament venue, and the atmosphere became lively once more.

At the same time, Tang Shiyun promised through television media to sing at the Martial Arts Tournament venue, adding fuel to the fire. In just a few hours, tens of thousands of spectators flooded into the Martial Arts Tournament venue, surpassing the popularity of the previous two days.

At the command center, Tong Zhentian watched through the monitors as more and more spectators entered the venue, his face full of joy.

"Ling Chen, was Miss Tang arranged by you?"

Ling Chen nodded. Seeing the venue’s desolate appearance today gave him the idea. Tang Shiyun is very well-known domestically, famous with both the old and young alike. Her attendance to sing a couple of songs would surely boost the tournament’s popularity. However, after the factory fire incident, even without Tang Shiyun’s help, the popularity wouldn’t be too low.

Since everything was already arranged, it wouldn’t do to cancel Tang Shiyun’s appearance last minute.

As the two chatted, He Ziyun walked in from outside, smiling.

"Mr. He, what brings you so much joy?"

He Ziyun laughed heartily, "You won’t believe it—I just checked the registration at the Dragon Tiger Hall. Do you know how many people registered?"

"Seeing how happy you are, the number mustn’t be small."

"Three thousand people."

"Three... three thousand?" Ling Chen was startled and said in amazement, "That many?" He expected only a few hundred people, never imagining such a large turnout.

"It’s not just us; even the Heavenly Mechanism Arts Hall broke the thousand mark. Other martial arts academies and sects also had great success, each with hundreds of registrations. Still, none as many as our Dragon Tiger Hall. Ling Chen, we owe much to you for this."

"Me? Mr. He, what does this have to do with me?"

"That scene of you gliding on arrows shocked many, making people realize the power of martial arts. Of course, it mainly comes down to your youthfulness, which gives them the illusion that with ten or twenty years of hard training, they could become as skilled as you."

Hearing this, Ling Chen expressed a mix of amusement and helplessness, "Mr. He, does that mean I’m engaging in false advertising?"

"How is it false?" Tong Zhentian interjected, "Martial arts depend on aptitude, diligence, and opportunity. With these three, reaching the Heavenly List in your twenties isn’t impossible. You’re living proof."

He Ziyun echoed with a laugh, "Exactly, you’re now a public idol, so you must be mindful of your image in the future."