Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: A Sad Story (Three More Requests for Monthly Tickets)

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Feng Jun could tell that the person who spilled the instant noodle soup wasn’t specifically targeting his car, but rather they had placed their cup of noodles on the hood of his car and were dining there.

This was easy to comprehend; pouring boiling water into instant noodles required hot water, and the cup’s insulation was not great… and it was scalding to hold!

So, they decided to eat on the hood of the car, and accidentally knocked it over in the process, leading to the current mess.

The Phaeton owned by Feng Jun was grey, and because it was rarely used and always parked in the garage at his villa, it remained very clean.

The car had originally been waxed, but the instant noodle soup—not only was it oily, it was also hot.

What made matters worse was the spicy flavoring of the soup, which was red in color, making it conspicuously unsightly.

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Would it have killed you to eat a mushroom chicken noodle or a pork rib broth flavored one?

Frustrated, Feng Jun looked around and noticed a security guard, to whom he motioned, “Excuse me, could you come here for a moment?”

The security guard came over, and even he was a bit taken aback, “This, this, this… holy crap, who did this?”

“I’m not asking who did it,” Feng Jun was also a bit troubled by the situation, “I want to know, I took a card when I came into the parking lot, and will pay when I leave. You’re supposed to have a responsibility to look after the cars here, right?”

“We do have a responsibility,” the security guard hesitated, his face contorted with worry as he replied, “but since you’ve bought so much, you can park for free with the receipts… I’m certain of that.”

“Your response leaves me speechless,” Feng Jun shook his head with a mixture of laughter and tears, “Free parking after purchases is an arrangement between you and the merchants. I’m just a beneficiary of this deal; it shouldn’t mean that my car is unprotected after I’ve shopped.”

The security guard blinked, “But… you are already benefiting from it, right?”

“Then let’s forget about the free parking,” Feng Jun was almost fuming, are you even capable of proper communication? “I’ll pay the parking fee.”

The security guard blinked again, puzzled, “But you have the receipts, right?”

Feng Jun’s intention was to seize the chance of the security guard being free to inquire about how they were monitoring the cars. He hadn’t planned to make a big deal out of it, but given the guard’s clear inability to grasp the situation, he became increasingly irritated, “Can’t I refuse to use the receipts for free parking?”

The security guard paused, then after a while, took out his walkie-talkie to call for assistance.

About a minute later, a man in his thirties appeared, obviously a supervisor of some sort.

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After getting the gist of the situation, he addressed Feng Jun, “We’re very sorry for this incident. What would you like us to do?”

“What would I like you to do?” Feng Jun frowned slightly, feeling the man’s attitude was not quite appropriate, “My loss is right here for all to see. Shouldn’t you come up with a compensation plan?”

“This kind of thing is just an accident,” the supervisor spoke frankly, “We have surveillance footage in the parking lot, which could help you find out who did it. But do you think… is it worth it?”

A bowl of instant noodle soup was spilled, was it really necessary to raise such a fuss?

“I think it’s worth it,” Feng Jun spoke earnestly, “Someone dirtied my car and ran off without a word. Besides, don’t they have their own cars? Why eat over my car’s hood?”

But the supervisor still flatly refused, “Sorry, if you really want to check the surveillance footage, you need permission from the police… Two months ago, right in this parking lot, a wife arranged for her husband to be severely injured. You must have heard about it.”

The affair was quite well-known in Zhengyang: A man with a mistress often took her shopping at the mall. His wife, after obtaining the parking lot records, discovered their movements, and then hired someone to ambush them to teach the mistress a harsh lesson.

The operation was botched, and the husband ended up injured. The man took the opportunity to file for divorce.

The case might sound comical, but that wasn’t what made it notable.

The focus was on how to divide the assets if they divorced, given that it was the wife who had orchestrated her husband’s injury.

It was undeniably a sad situation for the couple, but for the parking lot of the building, it was even more tragic—We simply provided some video material out of goodwill; who could have predicted such a disaster?

The injured man threatened to sue the parking lot management.

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The parking lot was part of the complex, so they weren’t worried about the lawsuit, but it was still troublesome, right? That’s why they added restrictions.

By saying this, the supervisor was telling Feng Jun: Technically, it’s not a big deal for us to provide the surveillance footage, and we should have a service mindset. But after the recent incident, we require police authorization, and it’s not about shirking responsibility.

Feng Jun was left speechless; he had worked in the service industry and didn’t want to make things too difficult, “Alright, forget about the footage. But my car is in this state, don’t you have some kind of explanation for me?”

The supervisor frowned, “Let’s do this: We’ll waive the parking fee, and we can help rinse off your car with a water hose in the back lot. How does that sound?”

This attitude still seemed somewhat dismissive, but Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered to argue… if the supervisor hadn’t made his final remark.

He had said, “Such a small dirty spot doesn’t necessitate waxing.”

While this statement might not be wrong, if you put a Mercedes-Benz 500 in front of him… or even an Audi Q7, would he dare to say the same thing?

Feng Jun really didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but if he didn’t, it was making him uncomfortably stifled. “Oh, so my car isn’t worth anything?”

A car worth two hundred thousand and you’re telling me it’s valuable? The little boss inside wanted to laugh, please make it clear, this is Outlets, how many rich people drive fancy cars here to shop?

However, he couldn’t say that out loud. He could only speak firmly, “The Passat… of course, it’s also considered a decent car.”

Your mom… Feng Jun was completely speechless. At that moment, he started to understand why someone would eat instant noodles on the hood of his car—so my car has no deterrent power at all.

Is this an example of pretending to be a smartass but actually being a dumbass?

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He was hesitating whether or not to foolishly tell the other person that his car was a Phaeton, not a Passat when a sports car with a rearing horse on its logo drove up beside them.

The security guard and the little boss both turned their heads to look, and the security guard even took a breath and exclaimed loudly, “Ferrari!”

Compared to a Ferrari, a Passat is only a bit better than a bicycle, right?

Who would have thought that as the Ferrari passed by them, it actually stopped, and the car window rolled down.

The driver revealed a delicate face; she waved her hand at Feng Jun, “Hey, Feng Jun… what a coincidence?”

Feng Jun blinked and then finally remembered what this girl was called, “Xia… Xia Xiaoyu? Your car is quite stylish.”

“It’s not my car, it’s Qingzhu’s family car,” Xia Xiaoyu said while gesturing towards the passenger seat with her lips.

Feng Jun followed her gaze and his mind buzzed—was it her?

This girl had made a remarkably deep impression on him; she was one of the four girls who went into Hongjie Fitness with Xia Xiaoyu that day and was the most dazzling amongst them.

Back then, she was wearing a yellow dress, her long hair fluttering, and her looks, figure, and temperament were the best Feng Jun had ever seen—absolutely flawless.

At the time, Feng Jun had decided that she was definitely not someone he could desire, even if he shed all his pride and persistently pursued her until he won her over, ultimately, she wouldn’t be someone he could keep.

Seeing her again now, he could still remember that initial shock.

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Today, she was dressed in a white, loose casual shirt and wearing coffee-colored sunglasses, which covered most of her picturesque features, but even through the obscurity, one could sense that disaster-bringing beauty.

Ever since Feng Jun’s chance fortune, his mentality had changed significantly, yet seeing her, he couldn’t help the rapid thumping in his heart, feeling as if his reaction to meeting the Spiritual Hedgehog would be nothing more.

He forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded with a smile, “So it’s you, we’ve met before, right?”

Qingzhu might be wearing sunglasses, but it was clear her attention was here, her expressionless face as if looking at a passerby.

Hearing Feng Jun’s question, she grew obviously curious and asked directly, “Have we met? Where?”

Although she had a kind of aloof coldness that kept people at bay, she didn’t seem to have any schemes; at least she didn’t pretend to ask Xia Xiaoyu and instead directly questioned this stranger.

Met…where? That truly is an awkward question.

But Feng Jun had a pretty solid mental fortitude. After the initial surprise, he had returned to normal and with a smile, he replied, “At Hongjie Gym, you know… where you guys had a fight last time.”

The other party already didn’t remember him, but that didn’t matter to him. He didn’t mind telling her that he was once a junior staff member at the gym—this job truly wasn’t something to brag about, but so what?

He earned his living with his own hands, an honest day’s wages without stealing or robbing.

Most importantly, he would have an infinitely bright future. Thus, the small tribulations of the past were just life experiences, nothing to be ashamed of discussing.

Actually, if the other party looked down on him because of this, who knows who would end up regretting it.

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The girl’s cherry lips parted slightly in shock, repeating, “Hongjie… the time of the fight?”

Clearly, she also remembered that embarrassing encounter.

Xia Xiaoyu seemed to know what she was thinking and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

Then, both girls covered their mouths and started to giggle, laughing so hard they could barely straighten their backs.

After a while, the girl stopped laughing and looked at Feng Jun seriously, “Xiaoyu is a great catch, you need to cherish her…”

Xia Xiaoyu raised her hand to pinch her cheek, “Are you crazy, what nonsense are you spouting?”

How I wish I could be that hand, Feng Jun lightly pursed his lips, then smilingly spoke, “My conditions are pretty good too.”

(Another triple update, that’s eleven days in a row with three updates, loudly calling for monthly tickets.)