Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 209: Chapter 209 Who is afraid of him (One more chapter to congratulate the League Master Wang Yun Cao)

Xu Leigang really didn’t dare to offend Sister Hong; his dad’s connections were somewhat present in the army but were practically zero in society.

The most deadly part was the relationship between Sister Hong and Master Feng, which he couldn’t figure out. It always seemed to be more than just friendship.

Lately, he hadn’t seen the two together, so it was very likely that they had a little quarrel—maybe it was because of the junior high school class president.

Earlier, Feng Jun had merely given a brief greeting before leaving his seat, and Xu Leigang was guessing: Could it be because Sister Hong was outside?

That’s why he had been reluctant to go out and propose a toast, planning to drink a few more glasses and then, emboldened by alcohol, ask her about it.

But now she wanted him to take her home; did Fatty Xu have any other choice?

He had also been drinking and didn’t call a designated driver, so he directly hailed a Didi and sent Sister Hong back to the Grain Bureau. She sat in the back and he in the passenger seat. Throughout the journey, neither of them spoke.

On the cab ride back, Xu Leigang called Feng Jun, “Master, Sister Hong asked me to take her home, and I’ve already sent her back to the Grain Bureau.”

“Oh,” Feng Jun’s voice came through the receiver, “She really is something. Didn’t you say the private room was full of your relatives?”

“I did say that, but it was no use,” Xu Leigang spoke in frustration, “I’m on my way back now.”

Feng Jun ended the call, threw his mobile phone onto the table, and stared blankly for a moment before taking off his windbreaker.

After returning to the villa, the more he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt. He had originally planned to put on his coat again and go to the entertainment bar for some fun.

Now hearing that Sister Hong had gone home, his mood improved considerably—her insisting on having Xu Leigang escort her must mean she hoped to convey to me that she wasn’t out gallivanting.

Then he brought over a case of beer, and while slowly drinking, pondered on how to manage their relationship.

In the following days, Feng Jun busied himself with real-life matters and found time to visit the Cultivation Plane twice. He brought the installation manual over and personally taught Lang Zhen and the others for two days. Seeing the good results, he returned to reality.

After ten days, Yuan Youwei finished the Body Tempering Pill, and he lost more than fifteen kilograms. The key was that his physical condition was excellent; he ate a lot but didn’t gain weight, and his appearance had greatly changed.

Then Li Ting took him back home. She held a public office, and Yuan Youwei was also in school. Having been away for nearly half a month, it was time for them to leave no matter what.

As for the efficacy, she was very satisfied. However, she wanted to keep observing to see if there would be any relapse.

So she hesitantly proposed, “Master Feng, could we pay for half of the goods first, and then pay the other half in half a month?”

“Forget it, that would just be more trouble for me,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, “then you can pay for the goods after half a month… If you give me a 5% discount, that’s not a problem, right?”

He didn’t care about the small amount of money, but if the other party wanted to delay payment, they had to pay a corresponding price—personal feelings are personal feelings, business is business, the two should not be confused.

Li Ting agreed without hesitation and asked Xu Lei to guarantee it. For her, the money was not an issue; what mattered was the assurance of after-sales service for her son, which was very important.

Meanwhile, the Phaeton was finally delivered, and that barren hill had also reached a preliminary agreement. They just waited for the Spring Festival when the landlord would fly back from Merrick to sign the agreement and make the payment.

But there was a problem: the landlord hoped he could pay the full amount in one go, and for this, he could get a 4% discount.

It wasn’t that he was being deliberately difficult, but his green card was short by a significant number of residence days. At most, he had just over a dozen days of free time, and he planned to free up some time to deal with any emergencies, so the time he could afford was really limited.

This was why people referred to this period as “sitting in immigration detention”; the term was quite apt.

When the landlord made such a request, Feng Jun found himself thinking—apparently, I’m running low on money.

He currently had over forty million on his card, just enough to purchase military supplies, while the barren hill was priced at one hundred fifty million by the landlord, who also straightforwardly stated, “If you haggle, I just won’t come back—I hadn’t planned on selling it from the start.”

Now, with more than two months to go until the Spring Festival, the one hundred fifty million was quite a headache for Feng Jun—his only means of obtaining a large amount of cash now was the sale of jade.

Sister Hong hadn’t paid for the goods in a long time, and theoretically, he could press her for payment. However, he didn’t want to contact her repeatedly; it’s better to leave things to fate, as forcing the issue would only hurt oneself.

Apart from Sister Hong’s channel, he knew two very wealthy bosses in that southern city who could easily come up with three to five hundred million.

But the bosses there were generally a bit more cunning; knowing he was eager to sell, they definitely wouldn’t offer a good price.

When Feng Jun left there, he had made up his mind that the day he made it big, he would absolutely return to show off.

Now his wealth had far exceeded the goal he had originally set, but the motivation to go back had lessened. He only felt that his past self was so naive—do I need to tell others if I’m doing well?

The reason he wanted to show off was that he lingered on the past, but the highest realm one can achieve is to forget and ignore.

Since he couldn’t sell the jade through this channel, he only had one choice left—to sell it in the capital.

Of course, he could choose to go back to his hometown to sell it, but not only was the spending power low there, it could also pose a huge risk to his parents.

He had previously sworn that he would not actively go out to sell jade, and his words still rang in the ears. Now that he was about to break his promise, it really made him feel ashamed. So, he reached out to Xu Leigang, “Could Yuan Huapeng help to sell some jade in the capital?”

“Yuan Huapeng selling jade?” Xu Leigang opened his mouth in shock, “What are you thinking? Isn’t Sister Hong selling anymore?”

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun felt an inexplicable surge of irritability and spoke impatiently, “Right now, I’m the one asking you, so just give it to me straight—can it be done or not?”

Xu Leigang was seldom confronted with Feng Jun’s attitude and was immediately startled, nodding his head in a hurry, “Okay, I’ll ask right away.”

After receiving the phone call, Yuan Huapeng immediately went to inquire with friends, but the information he got wasn’t very promising. Apparently, there was word within the circle that no one was allowed to buy jade originating from Funiu.

Eight out of ten, it was the doing of Young Master Dou or Ye Shao.

Of course, the capital was full of influential people, and nobody could command everyone else. There were still those who did not follow Young Master Dou’s lead, but since he had spread such rumors, anyone who came across jade from Funiu would inevitably use it as a chance to drive down the price and delay payment.

Yuan Huapeng meant that he could help sell it, but it wasn’t something that could be rushed without incurring losses.

If Master Feng was willing, he could ask his friends in Xijiang to help with the loan—a yes, jade could be used as collateral for loans, but this service was only available in Xijiang; even the banks in the capital didn’t have it.

If handled through unregulated loan companies, it was indeed possible, but the interest rates would be very high.

Getting this response, Xu Leigang felt that he truly couldn’t explain it to Feng Jun, so after some thought, he contacted Wang Haifeng to have drinks.

Coach Wang wasn’t very familiar with Fatty Xu, but as both were second-generation wealthy, finding common topics wasn’t hard. Over food and drinks, Xu Leigang shared his troubles.

What he intended was to have the other party help reach out to Sister Hong and see what her story was, why she hadn’t paid for a long time.

However, Wang Haifeng’s thoughts were more erratic, focusing on another key point, “Fatty, are you that afraid of Feng Jun? Why does it seem like you have a deep grudge? Why not let him talk to Sister Hong directly?”

Xu Leigang gave him a speechless look, but a trace of puzzlement crossed his mind, “Aren’t you afraid of him?”

“Why would I be afraid of him?” Wang Haifeng raised his eyebrows indifferently, taking a swig from his glass, “Even if he’s rich now, he’s still my friend. If he dares to bare his fangs at me, I’ll smack him if I have to!”

Xu Leigang became even more surprised, staring at him in astonishment, “You beating up Feng Jun? Are you sure you can take him?”

Wang Haifeng knew in his heart that he couldn’t beat Feng Jun, but he believed their fighting capabilities were similar, so he vaguely responded, “It’s close enough, with your size here, Lao Xu, what’s there to fear?”

Xu Leigang chuckled and shook his head, “Hai Feng, just help me ask Sister Hong how’s the business going and when she can pay up a bit. Consider it a favor for me.”

“Why doesn’t he ask her himself? I don’t want to mess with that woman,” said Wang Haifeng, shaking his head and clearly refusing, “I’m just wondering, when did you become such a bootlicker?”

Xu Leigang didn’t like what he heard and felt upset, but he couldn’t divulge Feng Jun’s secret, so he could only snort coldly, “No offense, but he could take on five of you with one hand.”

Wang Haifeng couldn’t care less about such a comment; who takes boasting seriously? He nodded with a smile, “Fine, he can take ten of me, but isn’t he still unable to provoke Sister Hong?”

“That’s because they had a fallout,” Xu Leigang recalled and couldn’t help but point it out remembering Sister Hong had also heard the three words “Master Feng,” “Now I call him Master Feng, and that alone shows how formidable he is.”

“Master? Sounds like a con artist,” Wang Haifeng laughed, then asked curiously, “Why do you call him that?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Xu Leigang chuckled and shook his head, “You can go ask him yourself, anyway. I can’t say.”

“Really?” Wang Haifeng gave him a suspicious look, taking his words more seriously, “You’re saying not only is he a master but he can also take on five of me with one hand?”

“Of course,” Xu Leigang smiled, then teased him on purpose, “You’re right… taking on ten of you wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Psh,” Wang Haifeng scoffed in disdain. He had actually sparred with Feng Jun before and knew their difference in skill wasn’t big.

Then a thought struck him, and he began to laugh, “Alright, let me show you how I’ll beat him up… Don’t tell him, let’s just go and ambush him at the door now.”

Xu Leigang looked at him strangely, “Do we really need to do that?”

(First update of the Year of the Dog, congratulations to the alliance leader Wang Yun Cao, updated before dinner, don’t forget not just to browse on your phone, but to spend more time with your family.)