Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: No Small Face

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Feng Jun didn’t expose Snot’s lie—”You don’t even recognize my car, and you dare say you buy two a year?”

Childhood friends should be like this, letting you brag when you want to brag, talk nonsense when you want to talk nonsense, as long as there is no malicious intent, it’s all forgivable.

However, Gazi confronted Snot, saying that if you send Da Pang to the south and things don’t work out well, and Zhengyang’s foundation is lost, who’s going to take the blame for that loss?

Of course, Snot dared not guarantee anything; he used to be a pushover in the neighborhood, it’s just that now he’s doing okay, he couldn’t wait to show off—actually, that watch in his hand is a counterfeit.

So he said, “I invited you out of good will to make money. If you don’t want to go, just forget it. Why say anything more?”

In short, after Feng Jun returned to his hometown, he wanted to bring a few trustworthy brothers out. It was as easy as flipping his hand. Those friends he made in society just couldn’t give him that feeling of unconditional trust.

On the second day of Chinese New Year, Feng Jun’s family went back to his maternal grandfather’s place and finally ran into Liu Jiagui.

When Liu Jiagui saw Feng Jun, his expression was odd, a mix of anger, confusion, and fear.

When they were alone, he finally spoke up, “Xiao Jun, it seems like you have some prejudices against me?”

Feng Jun couldn’t even bother to look him in the eye, responding lightly, “I, for one, only have prejudices against fakes… If you act like you’re not a relative, then you’re a fake relative.”

“I act like I’m not a relative, and you do?” Liu Jiagui snickered coldly. His future had been ruined by this young man, so he went all out, “Is it awesome to drive a car worth two million? Lying to others saying it’s just a bit worse than a Santana?”

“Did I lie?” Feng Jun glanced at him indifferently and then frowned, “Two million and two hundred thousand—isn’t that just a bit different? Hmm… it’s just a matter of a decimal point.”

Liu Jiagui was so angry he was almost spitting blood, “You can afford to drive a two million car but can’t fork out ten yuan for a car wash?”

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“That’s a strange thing to say,” Feng Jun’s voice rose a bit, “How I spend my own money is my business. My parents don’t even interfere, so why should you impose on my behalf?”

Liu Jiagui glared at him fiercely and walked away… If you can’t win the argument, why stay?

But Feng Jun didn’t want to just let him go like that.

People like him who only think of themselves and have no limit to their actions need to be guarded against.

So, raising his voice even further, Feng Jun said, “Uncle Jiagui, I’m laying it out here: if you don’t know how to advance or retreat, don’t blame me for not treating my elder like an elder!”

Liu Jiagui’s step halted for a moment, and then he quickened his pace.

The leisure time always passed swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the fourth day of New Year. The junior high classmates from Chaoyang Middle School had planned a reunion for the evening of the fifth day. The organizer was none other than the former class monitor, Li Xiaobin.

The high school class reunion was not so easy to organize. After all, it was the city’s top school and the students were scattered everywhere far and wide, all in the throes of striving hard in their lives.

Just thinking about it, Feng Jun knew that if he had not suffered setbacks and had no windfall of good fortune, he would probably be toiling away in the south right now, unable to even make it home, let alone have the mood for a reunion.

However, Mou Miao did invite a few classmates to have a small-scale reunion—using Feng Jun’s name because his popularity among high school classmates was not as good as Feng Jun’s.

Mou Miao meant to have it on the evening of the fifth as well, but upon hearing that Feng Jun had plans, he set it for the evening of the sixth.

Yet, plans can never keep up with changes. On the morning of the fifth, Feng Jun called Li Xiaobin, telling her he couldn’t attend the reunion due to prior commitments and would have to leave early… “If you return to Zhengyang, let Mou Miao give you a ride.”

Li Xiaobin was very displeased, saying, “Isn’t this just playing with people? What’s so urgent that you can’t even spare a moment of time?”

In fact, she had another motive for organizing the reunion.

She wanted everyone to know she was getting close to Feng Jun. If the classmates acknowledged this fact, then maybe next, she could… improve their relationship a bit.

She must have thought Feng Jun wouldn’t want to leave behind a reputation of “flirting without commitment” among his classmates, right?

This was the precious aspect of classmate relationships, where in such a closed circle, everyone cared a lot about their reputation.

Li Xiaobin wasn’t fully confident of her success, but she still wanted to gain some initiative, just in case the opportunity arose in the future.

To try is not guaranteed success, but without even trying, success is definitely impossible.

Feng Jun couldn’t explain too much to her and could only vaguely indicate, “I really have something to do, and I need to bring my childhood friend Gazi with me.”

What was the matter? A call had come from the capital saying that the negotiations in Bei Xinluo were settled, and the ship could set sail soon. “You better head to Dengzhou quickly.”

Such matters, of course, were better sooner than later. Although Feng Jun wanted to see the classmates he hadn’t seen for many years, there was no question that business came first.

Upon hearing that he was leaving, Gazi submitted his resignation at work, rationalizing that since he had just received his paycheck before the New Year, the extra ten or so days he worked could be considered volunteer labor.

When the hotel lobby manager learned of this, he specifically called him over and hoped that he would finish the month—otherwise, your work of these eleven days would totally be in vain.

In reality, during the New Year period, there was a severe shortage of security staff, and although the hotel’s occupancy rate wasn’t high, the restaurant business was booming, and moreover… many people would rent hotel rooms to gamble.

Those who gambled with money during the festival weren’t necessarily compulsive gamblers, but since it was gambling, disputes could arise, so having a few security guards on standby at the hotel was a precaution.

Gazi felt grateful to the hotel, as finding a relatively stable job was not easy given his dire situation. Although working as a security guard at the hotel paid a bit less, they truly took him in, and one should learn to be thankful.

So he explained to the lobby that an old childhood friend of mine in Zhengyang is doing quite well, and wants to take me with him. You might have heard of this person, Feng Jun from the county’s number one high school.

What, you haven’t heard of him? Well, okay then, his uncle is Feng Wencheng from the hotel’s engineering department, you must know about him, right?

Of course I know Feng from engineering! The lobby manager expressed his regret: If you are going to make big money, I can’t stop you, but I really can’t provide you with these eleven days’ worth of wages, even Feng from engineering can’t change that.

It’s not that I have anything against you, but there’s no such precedent, and we can’t make that exception.

Gazi understood this, calling himself Gazi because he rarely thought too much about things. Once he was set on something, he had to follow through to the end.

When he had heard from Feng Jun about being taken care of during the New Year, Gazi had already prepared himself, even going so far as to buy a very cheap twenty-inch suitcase so he could leave at any moment.

Gazi’s parents were also very supportive. They had been neighbors for many years, and they knew very well what kind of kid Feng Jun was—capable and reliable. In the past, he wouldn’t include Gazi, but now that he had asked, how could they refuse?

Gazi’s mother even prepared two thousand yuan for him to take, which was not an insubstantial amount for this poor family.

Feng Jun directly refused, saying Gazi doesn’t need to bring a penny with him. I didn’t have the ability to help him in the past, but now… If I dare to take him with me, money is not an issue.

The two set off on the fifth day of the new year, leaving Chaoyang and driving straight to Zhengyang.

As soon as the car entered Funiu, a call reached Gazi’s mobile from the Forestry Guesthouse, placed by the lobby manager.

He politely suggested from his end, concerning your eleven days’ wages, I’ve tried to argue for it. The leadership’s thought is, you write something now, a statement declaring your financial hardship, needing this money, and then we’ll find a way to adjust the books and squeeze out this amount for you.

Gazi expressed his gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Manager Wang, but I’m already in Funiu. When I return, I’ll drop off this written material at the hotel, alright?”

As he hung up the phone, he couldn’t help but share his sentiment with Feng Jun, “I’ve never realized before how considerate Manager Wang is… There really are more good people in this world.”

Feng Jun glanced at him, as if trying to say something, but in the end, he just moved his lips without a word. After all, having a grateful heart in this world wasn’t a bad thing.

When they reached Zhengyang, it was past five in the afternoon, and Feng Jun drove straight to Peach Blossom Valley.

To Feng Jun’s surprise, even though it was just the fifth day of the new year, both Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang were already there.

Coach Wang proudly claimed that his wife’s cousin had doubted the profession of fitness coach on the second day of the new year, calling it fancy but worthless, and accidentally… he used a bit too much strength.

To avoid his wife’s nagging, he had been here since the third day of the new year.

Feng Jun introduced his fellow townsman to the two who saw themselves as disciples and, of course, they were polite and welcoming, even if they found this guy named Lu Xiaoning a bit unsophisticated.

Interestingly, Gazi actually recognized Xu Leigang, “You’re the one who installed the generator for Uncle Wen Hui last year, right? Your build is too distinctive to forget, though… have you lost some weight?”

The villa in Peach Blossom Valley also opened Gazi’s eyes. Although he lived in a small county town, what young person doesn’t surf the internet nowadays? “This house must be over ten million, right?”

Well, he still underestimated it.

Forgive him, for if such a house were in Chaoyang, including renovations and furnishings, if they had the land, it would only be around seven or eight hundred thousand. He had already taken into account the premium value of land in Zhengyang City.

Since Feng Jun was back, all matters were put on the agenda for discussion—the long Spring Festival holiday was almost over.

On the following morning, Master Feng drove straight to Dengzhou, accompanied by Gazi.

Hearing that he was going to Dengzhou, both Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang guessed what it was about, each offering eagerly to come along.

Honestly speaking, every man harbors the fantasy of “a man should traverse the breadth of the earth.” It wasn’t just Xu Leigang, who had grown up in the military; Wang Haifeng wasn’t an exception either. It’s in the nature of male animals.

But Feng Jun resolutely declined their offer, with a simple reason: keeping an eye on the home front is important too.

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