Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 230

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Watching Zhang Caixin frantically wiping the table, Feng Jun found it a bit amusing as he said casually, “My assistant earns a salary, but your sister makes a commission; she’s my partner, and even has her own ‘Gold House’. Why would she covet my stone house?”

“It seems like you never actually planned to invite me to stay, right?” Sister Hong replied with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “I don’t have a ‘Gold House’ either, but since you know it’s a stone house, I won’t say anything… After all, a house needs to feel alive.”

Feng Jun rolled his eyes in exasperation and retorted dissatisfiedly, “Stone house? That was just a polite phrase, okay? Do you even know there’s a type of stone called ‘Mutton Fat White Jade’?”

But then he shook his head, “Forget it, the house isn’t built yet, so anything I say is just bragging. What I mean is, you really don’t have to worry about the source of the jade, and besides, only I can mine the jade from that place.”

Sister Hong huffed in annoyance, “Even if you’re the only one who can mine it, there’s no way there’s so much Mutton-Fat Jade that you can build villas with it!”

Upon hearing that, Feng Jun raised his eyebrows, ready to argue, but eventually he just smiled and said listlessly, “Alright, let’s just say I was bragging… Heh, the saying that ‘A mountain does not need to be high; it’s renowned if it houses immortals’ is quite apt.”

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Hearing this, Zhang Caixin glanced at him sideways, “Which ‘immortal’ do you have in mind… Tell me about it?”

Feng Jun looked at her, picked up his teacup to drink, and was too lazy to criticize her words: The ‘immortal’ in my eyes is, of course, myself. Although I haven’t acquired the Immortal Cultivation Techniques, who on Earth Realm is closer to cultivation than me?

“I knew it, you’re too embarrassed to say it,” Zhang Caixin glared at him, puffing up in anger, “My sister is such a good woman, willing to help you with all her heart. Aren’t you content… It’s hard to find a woman as talented and beautiful as her even when holding a lantern!”

“Indeed, you’re right,” Feng Jun nodded, “Your sister is a great partner, and I am indeed fortunate.”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” Zhang Caixin grew even angrier, “If she doesn’t deserve to be called an immortal, then who does?”

“That…” Feng Jun hesitated for a moment, then forced a chuckle, “Let’s not talk about immortals. How about we change the subject?”

“Just indulge my curiosity, I’m helping you sell jade too,” Zhang Caixin stared at him with wide eyes, unblinking, “Someone stronger than my sister… Who could that be?”

“That…” Feng Jun could only give a bitter smile, “There may not be many stronger than her, but surely there must be some?”

“Really?” Zhang Caixin let out a scornful laugh in her anger, “Someone stronger than her might even be stronger than me, right?”

“Ah?” Feng Jun was taken aback by her words, “What… What does that have to do with you? You’re just a kid.”

Zhang Caixin was already regretting her rash words, but upon hearing his response, she became furious, “So you do realize that you’re old!”

This person is really baffling! Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered to argue with her and simply shifted the topic, “Next year, besides jade, I haven’t figured out any other business yet. For the moment, it seems likely that I’ll focus more on the stock market.”

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“The stock market?” Sister Hong looked at him thoughtfully, “I did hear some things from Hai Feng, and I don’t know why he has such faith in you, but… Can you focus on something more reliable?”

She acknowledged that Feng Jun was a successful man and did not regret the things that had happened between them, but in her view, operating an illegal mine was already risky enough. As for making money in the stock market, the risk was no less than running an illegal mine.

Yes, the stock market consists of nothing but cold number streams, without any raging underworld forces or large-scale armed fights. However, it was a place truly synonymous with a bloodbath — behind those cold numbers lurked the bloodiest, most dangerous, and cruelest battles.

The Zhang family had emerged from Modu, having personally witnessed the financial tragedies and comedies at Ten Li Foreign Field last century. Sister Hong had the clearest understanding of the perils involved.

Of course, she wasn’t someone who couldn’t appreciate new things. She thought that dabbling in stocks was fine, a little gamble for fun. As long as it was within her capability, a bit of leisure wasn’t too big of a deal; winning or losing was just part of the game.

But to put all her assets and energy into it was something she couldn’t accept. This was a game as deadly as they come!

She really felt that Feng Jun was being overconfident — why not do some proper business? Why always play with these heart-throbbing things?

“Heh,” Feng Jun responded with a laugh, “I thought you would invest with me. Since you’re not keen, then I’ll just invest on my own. As for making or losing money… let’s see the result in a year, shall we?”

Sister Hong nodded, “Let it be one year then. I’m curious to see how much you can make… How much did you invest?”

That… Feng Jun felt somewhat embarrassed about the amount of money he opened his account with, but still stiffly replied, “Two hundred and fifty of them.”

“Ha,” Zhang Caixin couldn’t help but laugh hearing that, “Your investment amount is quite unique.”

Sister Hong glanced at her sister indifferently, then said gravely, “Let it be that amount then, no need to invest more.”

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Hearing that Feng Jun had only put in so much, she felt somewhat relieved. Otherwise, she would have really considered delaying the payment for the jade — it was for his own good, after all.

“Let’s leave it at that for now,” Feng Jun nodded, “Having too much capital isn’t good either, it’ll catch people’s attention, and that’s no fun.”

Upon hearing this, Sister Hong couldn’t help but frown slightly, “I’m really curious, how much have you made now?”

“Made… roughly about ten,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, and then held out three fingers, “Earned within three days, to be precise, two and a half days, using only about sixty percent of the funds, currently at a one-third position.”

“So it’s just been three days,” Sister Hong curled her lip, “Now that you’re making money, whatever I say goes in one ear and out the other, I bet you already think of yourself as the ‘God of Stock’… Let me know when you lose one hundred fifty thousand.”

“No problem,” Feng Jun nodded without hesitation, “If I lose one hundred fifty thousand, I’ll immediately liquidate everything and exit the market.”

After a pause, a sly smile spread across his lips, “And what if within one year, I make five hundred thousand in my account? What reward will you give me then, Sister Hong?”

“You’ve already made money, what more reward do you want?” Sister Hong glanced at him irritably, but after thinking for a bit, she softened her tone, “Alright, what reward would you like?”

“The reward I want,” Feng Jun dragged out his voice, and then said playfully, “How about I reserve a room for you in my Jade house?”

“I’m no immortal,” Sister Hong responded expressionlessly, “After all, you can find better people than me, like Xia Xiaoyu… She’s younger than me.”

Feng Jun burst into laughter, “She does fall just a tad short, but Yu Qingzhu… she could indeed match you.”

At those words, Sister Hong’s face darkened, she was confident against anyone else, but facing Yu Qingzhu, she really didn’t have much confidence, “I had no idea you actually fancied that little lass from the Yu Family.”

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Feng Jun chuckled and shook his head, “That little lass is really not my type, she’s a bit better looking, sure, but so full of herself.”

“It’s more than just her looks,” Sister Hong spoke seriously, “The Funiu Yu Family… haven’t you heard of them?”

“Why should I have heard of them?” Feng Jun raised an eyebrow defiantly, “It’s nothing more than knowing how to choose a good life.”

“Then you really have high standards,” Sister Hong chuckled and shook her head, “I thought she could almost pass for an immortal in your eyes.”

“Pass for immortal? Heh,” Feng Jun gave a smile, the meaning of which was quite… indescribable.

What he was actually thinking was, even if someone was a cultivator, if they couldn’t live forever, they wouldn’t be worthy of the title “immortal”.

He even recalled a debate he had with Lang Zhen, where his viewpoint was—no one qualifies as an immortal.

Seeing his strange laugh, Zhang Caixin felt indignant, “Is this Yu Qingzhu… really beautiful? Tell me the truth, Sister.”

“Compared to my Caixin, she falls short,” Sister Hong smiled at her, then helplessly pursed her lips, “But… she really is quite something, at least she’s the prettiest girl I’ve seen.”

“What’s the use of just being pretty,” Zhang Caixin retorted with a curl of her lip, “One must have substance… right, Feng Jun?”

She had always been very confident in her own looks, but hearing her sister’s words, not only did she feel a bit defiant, she also felt a certain inexplicable nervousness, so she tried to prove that she was stronger than that other girl in other ways.

“I’m not familiar with Yu Qingzhu,” Feng Jun spread his hands, speaking openly, “Plus, we don’t get along temperamentally. I would invite Sister Hong to live in my house, but I wouldn’t invite her.”

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“Isn’t there also an assistant living in your house?” Zhang Caixin spoke with a hint of jealousy, “President Feng is really quite affectionate.”

“Who could replace you, after all? Love freely while you’re young,” Feng Jun hummed a couple of bars, then grinned at her, “I’m almost an old man now, why wouldn’t I grasp the tail end of youth and love passionately?”

Hearing him sing, Zhang Caixin couldn’t help humming along, “Most, most beloved, though the journey’s long, let’s be together…”

Humming along with someone is often spontaneous, where after someone sings a few lines and then stops, others can’t help but continue the melody, often without even realizing that they were carried away by someone else’s singing.

However, Feng Jun was taken aback as he watched her, thinking you live your life… a bit too youthfully and freely, huh?

Zhang Caixin also realized she was being improper. Her cherry lips parted slightly, then she quickly placed her small hand over them. Her big eyes mixed with alarm and a hint of… shyness.

“Alright,” Feng Jun finished the tea in his cup, set it down, and smiled, “It’s getting late. If you don’t have anything else, I’m going out to enjoy myself… while I’m still young and in bloom.”