Big Data Cultivation

Zhang Caixin went to Feng Jun to file a complaint, saying that someone wanted to use wealth and power to snatch welfare quotas.

Feng Jun smiled at this; he didn't think it was a big deal. What is cultivation about? It's about the word "struggle."

What is a world of great struggle? Competing with others, with fate, with life and death, with the Heavenly Dao. Without struggle, how can one cultivate?

That's why he didn't emphasize that the quota couldn't be transferred or sold—he is a nanny indeed, but those under him must have the spirit to strive.

However, the ones making a move are Director Yang and the Yu Family, which he is indeed very wary of.

And just as the disciples ordered, the Gu Family already has two people in cultivation, while the Yu Family has only one. However, Yu Qingzhu's talent is terrifying; combined with spatial aptitude, the overall development prospects are even one point stronger than Zhang Caixin.

Moreover, Elder Yu has indeed been residing at Luohua and not leaving, which basically equates to the Yu Family occupying a welfare quota.

No, this is even more excessive than occupying a welfare quota. The old man takes the benefits but doesn't handle the manor's affairs—to be honest, no one dares to let him meddle in the manor's management.

So Feng Jun thought about it, nodded, and stated, "It's just welfare, can it be sold and still be welfare? That's called a commodity!"

"I got it," Zhang Caixin smiled, nodded, and turned away—she won, huh.

When she returned to announce that the quota could not be transferred, everyone had no reaction.

Mother and daughter Yang Yuxin and Gu Jiahui, along with Yu Qingzhu, drooped their eyelids; no one could guess their expressions.

Then, from six recommended indicators, how to choose three quotas.

Some thought voting was better, while others thought drawing lots was fairer. With a three-to-three situation, Zhang Caixin decided—vote!

These are minor issues; it's impossible to trouble Elder Feng to judge everything—isn't it embarrassing?

However, two days later, six people finally recommended only five, Gazi directly gave up, saying next time I'll recommend.

Except for the two vetoed by Elder Feng, he definitely has recommendations, but he felt this recommendation was improper, so simply gave up—in truth, he figured out that if he wants to recommend someone, he can privately tell Brother Jun.

Although this has the suspicion of manipulation, I'm not competing against you, so you can't say anything, right?

Of course, he gave up on recommending, but wouldn't give up on that day's vote.

The voting results were quite surprising; the first round saw Madame Wang and the Xu Family's young princess win.

What remained were the recommendations by Feng Jing and Zhang Caixin, both with equivalent votes, while Sister Hong's recommendation of a cousin faced elimination.

After one round, the Zhang Family Sisters were a bit dizzy, the two exchanged a glance—did our popularity become so bad?

Fortunately, Feng Jing was rather generous, and in fact, she was somewhat anxious, so during the second round of voting, she expressed.

"Everyone, don't vote for me; I'm just passing through. Still vote for Caixin's best friend. My cousin really doesn't look like much; let's not waste the welfare quota… he has a great chance of being driven away halfway by the top boss."—

Teacher Mei had originally planned to recommend her best friend's younger brother; she had always looked down upon her cousin—not that it's discrimination, how could someone discriminate against their own family? It's really that in every aspect, he's not presentable.

She even very clearly expressed, "My cousin wanted ten to eighty thousand from me, and I just gave it… if I can't take out that much money at once, it can be given in installments. I acknowledge the debt, but he wants to come to Luohua? I'm really not optimistic."

She truly did not want to recommend him, but her mother was too eager to care for her nephew.

The old lady held a grudge against Feng Jun; even though her rheumatism was cured, she still wouldn't openly admit the relationship between her daughter and Feng Jun.

However, her not coming to Luohua doesn't mean she doesn't know that Luohua is a good place; hearing that it's recruiting management, the old lady said—"Isn't your cousin still idle? It's just spending some money; his family is also wealthy.

Feng Jing's second aunt's family truly is wealthy, wealthier even than hers; spending money to work at Luohua is not a problem.

Then she was quite helpless, her best friend's family also doesn't lack money, the best friend's younger brother going to Luohua—has that potential.

Actually, this is the phenomenon of the current society; people in similar situations can form a circle.

But since her mother requested her cousin's recommendation, she couldn't refuse, only grumble, "Didn't you think this was a scam? Why push my cousin into the fire pit?"

Her mother's response was quite bold, "I know he's very capable, but as long as I live, I won't acknowledge him, but your brother doesn't have much promise; I can't stop you from helping him."

Feng Jing felt a bit helpless, "Actually, I can think of something, maybe introduce him to a proper job."

Now, introducing someone to a proper job would be really easy. She didn't have this ability before, but right now—how many people in Zhengyang City are watching Luohua?

"No need, Luohua is just fine," the old lady thought to herself, she knew Feng Jun's situation well, but couldn't let go of her insistence—how many people can really let go? "You two have been so ambiguous for so long, can't you introduce your brother in?"

As ambiguous as it may be, he treated your illness, didn't he? Feng Jing had no way out with her mother, "Fine, I'll recommend him, but there's still an internal selection process, it's two out of one, not guaranteed."

The old lady confidently replied, "I know you can do it, my daughter, even 20 to 1 wouldn't be a problem for you."

Feng Jing couldn't help but silently complain—20 to 1, I could definitely compete, but what we're selecting right now… is your nephew.

Even so, she found that she could really try for third place, and couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.

The first and second are for Wang Haifeng's family and Xu Leigang's family, that's a given, the third is competing with the Zhang Family Sisters.

She couldn't even bother thinking about what was happening; she knew deep down she truly didn't want this slot—not only was it against her will, it would also make her responsible for it.

That's why she solemnly announced—this person is not whom I want to recommend, it's not in line with my original intention, everyone, please don't do me any favors.

As she wished, everyone really did her a favor, all six votes went to Zhang Caixin's best friend.

However, Zhang Caixin didn't seem too happy, instead, she appeared thoughtful, only forcing a smile when the final results were announced.

So, the next step for the manor is to admit three people, namely Madame Wang Liu Yuting, Xu Family's little princess Xu Xiaowei, and Zhang Caixin's best friend Liang Siyu.

Considering Xu Xiaowei doesn't have the ability to manage the manor and is currently in school, Xu Leigang's wife Zhao Hui will temporarily stay in the manor as well, to supervise the child and help manage the manor.

On this point, Xu Leigang firmly stated: My wife absolutely will not cultivate, rest assured, everyone.

But Wang Haifeng still teased him, "Leigang, you're still smart, bringing the whole family over."

Xu Leigang rolled his eyes at him, "Like you didn't bring your family over too, as for kids… that's because you didn't have any."

While the two of them were bantering, Gazi's expression was peculiar, and seeing this, Zhang Caixin chuckled and asked, "What, regret not recommending someone?"

"No," Gazi shook his head, muttering softly, "So, this time… it's four women coming in?"

The crowd heard this, glanced at each other, and fell silent, indeed, the ones enjoying the benefits are three women, plus a guardian who's also female.

"Four women it is," Xu Leigang replied indifferently, his family having two coming in at once, he had to stand firm, "My wife's management skills are strong, better than mine."

"I mean…" Gazi rubbed his chin, speaking slowly, "It feels a little like the feminine is overpowering the masculine."

He hoped for a couple more male martial cultivators in the manor, so there'd be more sparring partners around.

"There's nothing that can be done," Sister Hong said resentfully, she had recommended her cousin to come, "all the men got eliminated, can't exactly pick again, can we?"

She said "can't" but of course hoped everyone would pick again.

Unfortunately, nobody responded to her words, even Zhang Caixin, the only one qualified to suggest another chance, remained silent.

Feng Jun completely gave up on participating, but when he found out the result, he couldn't help but cough lightly, "This is… really surprising."

The only variable in this affair was that Xu Leigang's wife sneaked in, but just as Yu Qingzhu speculated: when Elder Feng didn't expressly forbid it, everyone taking a chance wasn't a big deal.

Understanding the cause and effect of this, not only she, but Gu Jiahui and Yang Yuxin also grew a bit dissatisfied with Zhang Caixin.

But no matter the dissatisfaction, now in Luohua, it's Feng Jun's word, he demanded that Luohua's fellow students should help each other in friendship, and no one dared to disobey him, yet after this quota competition, signs of forming cliques began appearing in Luohua Manor.

Zhao Hui, Xu Xiaowei, and Madame Wang Liu Yuting, all living in Zhengyang, found moving to Luohua easy, bringing a change of clothes, driving over, since they are direct relatives, the cost is halved, each person paying twenty thousand per month.

Zhao Hui's there to watch her daughter, helping manage the manor as well, and as she's not cultivating, she's free.

Liang Siyu arrived a bit later, she was a middle school classmate of Zhang Caixin, and they attended the same university.

The Liang family has a strong artistic heritage, a well-off family; when Zhang Caixin asked her opinion, she said fifty thousand a month was fine—she had vaguely heard Zhang Caixin mention some things about Luohua and was curious about this mysterious and powerful place.

However, when she received the notice, Liang Siyu, along with a few of her best friends, had just landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport—they had come to attend Paris Fashion Week, "Hey, hey, I just cleared customs, at least let me have a couple of days to have fun, okay?"

Zhang Caixin got anxious, "Buy a return ticket immediately, you don't know how rare this opportunity is, I almost didn't get it."

"Starting work, at least give me a preparation period, right? I paid for this job, after all," Liang Siyu half-joked, half-seriously replied, then coughed lightly, "My dear heart, I still have friends here, I can't just leave like that."