Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 478 - Clear Rewards and Punishments

Chapter 478: Chapter 478 Clear Rewards and Punishments

After Liang Jinlong left, Feng Jun turned his head to glance at Yang Yuxin, pensive.

Yang Yuxin smiled at him, cautiously explaining, “In the past, President Ge, he asked me a favor.”

If Liang Jinlong could see, the young Gu family widow, who mentioned President Ge with such nonchalance, now presenting herself in this ingratiating manner to Feng Jun, he would probably have a whole new level of shock.

Actually, there was no need for wild thoughts, it was just those seven words, the universal love of parents.

“I figured,” Feng Jun said with a smile, nodding, “I was just a bit curious, why are you buying currency coins? Are they very valuable?”

Yang Yuxin shook her head, “Not really that valuable, he mainly wanted me to help him out, to say a few good words for him to my eldest brother-in-law…”

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The Gu family had three sons and one daughter; only Lao San had a daughter, the others had sons. Gu Jiahui was quite cherished, and the key point was that her father had died in a car accident, so the Gu family siblings tended to give more care to this mother and daughter.

As for money, Yang Yuxin wasn’t short of it. Her family’s circumstances were not simple either; a few million in currency coins, if she decided to buy them, then she would.

Of course, the key point was that collecting currency coins was Third Young Master Gu’s, her late husband’s, hobby. He had not managed to complete his collection before his death, naturally leading to the occasional mention. She also hoped that he would have no regrets in the afterlife.

Since it was about fulfilling her husband’s wish, she naturally paid out of her own pocket. It wouldn’t be appropriate for someone else to gift them.

Feng Jun nodded with a smile, “That’s right, money problems aren’t really problems if they can be solved with money, why let it ruin your mood over a little cash?”

Yang Yuxin looked at him cautiously, probing, “So now I understand, your two pills sold for four million, it’s like setting a threshold, you aren’t short of money… mainly you just don’t like the hassle, right?”

Feng Jun gave her a deep look and, after a slight nod, seriously said, “Partly right, partly not. They truly are worth that much, even a tenfold increase would be reasonable.”

“Oh, then I misspoke,” Yang Yuxin bowed slightly, “I’m sorry.”

Just then, Li Shishi called, followed by Boss Liang. After Feng Jun spoke for a while and hung up the phone, he turned to glance at her again, gesturing slightly, “You don’t need to be so polite.”

After a pause, he asked curiously, “Are you very afraid of me?”

Before, he would not have talked this much with this woman, but today she stepped forward to speak up for justice, saving him a lot of trouble.

“It’s not exactly fear,” Yang Yuxin said with a smile, “it’s just the feeling that…your temper isn’t particularly good, like today, a bit… hehe, hot-blooded.”

“If I weren’t hot-blooded, could I still be considered a young man?” Feng Jun dismissed the notion.

After a moment, he sighed, “What happened today… How should I put it? I didn’t want to provoke that Mr. Ge, but at this point… being too agreeable isn’t going to work, I am actually quite reasonable.”

He didn’t really think he had a bad temper, just that of an ordinary person, no stronger and no weaker than others.

Having achieved what he had now, he still could politely invite Li Shishi to dinner, could nonchalantly discuss representation with Dou Jiahui—perhaps he couldn’t be described as being too proud of himself, could he?

The key was that he had developed to this extent; if he still acted in the old ways, it would be too fake—the environment shapes behavior, what kind of status one holds should determine how they conduct themselves.

Even Sister Hong had once lamented that as a leader, one must grasp the proper measure—alienate them and they’ll resent you, get too close and they’ll become insolent.

As for today’s events, Fu Hong had picked a fight without cause, would taking a step back ensure a wide-open space? Not necessarily!

President Ge arranging matters this way demonstrated outright disregard for Luohua Manor; it was excessive and bullying. If Feng Jun showed weakness, who knows what might happen later on.

“That’s true,” Yang Yuxin said in agreement, nodding with feeling. She supported his view, “At our level of status, if we don’t learn to ruthlessly say ‘no,’ it will bring too many problems.”

After a pause, she changed the topic with a twirl of her eyes, “Master… did you say you are very reasonable?”

Feng Jun looked at her, smiling faintly, “Of course I’m reasonable, what do you want to say?”

Yang Yuxin fixed her gaze on him, speaking slowly, “Today… did I also help you out, even if just a little?”

“Hehe,” Feng Jun laughed before nodding slightly, “Yes, definitely, you saved me a lot of trouble. So, what would you like?”

Yang Yuxin had her request ready; she had helped the master and was waiting for this moment. “I hope Xiao Hui can recover quickly… like moving to the back building. I know you have ways.”

“That’s doable,” Feng Jun nodded crisply, his back building had plenty of rooms, and they weren’t reserved just for his women. It was the same saying—want to move in? Sure, give him a reason.

Yang Yuxin’s joy could hardly be contained, “Then how long before Xiao Hui can… fully recover?”

Feng Jun considered, “If she moves into the back building, around three to four months… I mean complete recovery, only getting better, not worse.”

Yang Yuxin hesitated before asking again, “Then can I also stay in the back?”

“That… better not,” Feng Jun shook his head slightly, firmly replying.

“You know, Yuan Zihao and Yuan Huapeng can only stay in the front building. I don’t owe him, he doesn’t owe me, letting him stay in the front building is already considering the old friendship. My house isn’t just for anybody to stay in.”

The boast was indeed over the top, but Yang Yuxin didn’t find anything unreasonable about it, considering that people with talent have the right to be arrogant. In the capital, she had seen even more arrogant figures, and Yuan Zihao living in the front building was something she had witnessed herself.

She looked at Feng Jun, pondering as she spoke, “It seems that in addition to the four million, I still owe you some conditions?”

“Just help me block a few people now and then,” Feng Jun replied nonchalantly, “If you’re feeling generous, throw in a few billion, and we can call it even.”

In the past, because he wasn’t familiar with Yang Yuxin, it wasn’t easy to ask for too much. But now that he had arranged for Gu Jiahui to move to the back, she owed him again, so it was fair to casually propose some conditions.

Yang Yuxin nodded, finding the terms reasonable. Her daughter’s early recovery was more important than anything else, how big of a deal was blocking people?

However, upon further thought, she felt somewhat discontented, “But how come the Zhang Family Sisters and Teacher Mei get to live in the back?”

Feng Jun answered casually, “They are my women.”

The reply was a bit shameless, but then again, it’s truly shameless only if one can’t admit to what they have done, right?

Yang Yuxin was taken aback for a moment; she actually had some suspicion about this answer, but such topics would leave many women feeling somewhat embarrassed, even though her daughter was already sixteen.

Then, she quickly adjusted her mindset and asked aloud, “Both of the Zhang Family Sisters…?”

Having lived in the capital for years, she had heard of many outrageous things. People of great ability often had more desires and were less likely to be restrained. Sisters and the like—really weren’t anything special—after all, there are still famous stories like “the Emperor and the Heroines.”

In fact, she wanted to say that the younger sister, with her exotic aura, seemed… not yet a woman.

Of course, as a widowed single mother, she had to be cautious in her wording to avoid giving others the impression that she couldn’t keep her own desires in check.

Feng Jun shook his head, “The younger sister… should count as my disciple, I suppose. She’s learning skills from me.”

In his heart, Zhang Caixin probably also belonged to him. But such matters were best left to fate. Even Sister Hong, who was now obedient to him, left him at a loss for words.

Yang Yuxin’s eyes lit up, “Learning skills… what kind of skills?”

“Just… the skills you see,” Feng Jun answered vaguely.

He actually wanted to bring Gu Jiahui into the circle of cultivation companions, but to be honest, the number of his women and disciples wasn’t exactly small; with careful management, they could essentially secure the family’s standing on the Earth Plane.

Furthermore, he was also planning to provide some benefits for his parents, as well as for close friends like Dou Jiahui… With various slots to reserve, his available resources were not abundant.

He just felt that it would be a pity for Gu Jiahui not to cultivate with such favorable conditions and a young age.

Yet, since this mother and daughter pair still owed him, there was no need for him to go out of his way to entice them into cultivation—if they wanted to cultivate, they could show their sincerity first.

No matter how prestigious the Gu Family’s background was or how great Gu Jiahui’s talents were, to him, they weren’t as valuable as Gao Qiang, the fervent devotee.

Yang Yuxin thought it over, “The skills I have seen? Does that include… healing?”

“Healing? Heh,” Feng Jun chuckled, “That’s included, of course, but there is certainly more than that.”

“What else is there?” Yang Yuxin’s eyes sparkled, “I could also let Xiao Hui acknowledge you as her master.”

“Could let… her become a disciple?” Feng Jun shook his head with a mix of laughter and helplessness, “It’s fine, no need to make her go through that. She should focus on getting into Peking University, or perhaps Harvard.”

Yang Yuxin glanced at him again, blinking, slightly perplexed: Did I say something wrong?

She had great respect for this young master healer; when she came to seek medical help, she had heard that this person possessed the “supernatural”—in scientific terms, superpowers.

Superpowers… well, she tended to disbelieve them, but she wasn’t completely dismissive either.

As for the young master healer having superpowers—she, too, hoped he had them. However, the idea of her daughter becoming a disciple to learn superpowers felt somewhat… odd to her. It just didn’t sit right.

Given the traditions of both Gu and Yang families, or her late husband’s last wishes, they surely wanted their daughter to follow the right path.

It would be acceptable if her daughter were underachieving, but Xiao Hui was quite ambitious, uninterested in the guaranteed spot at Peking University and set on Harvard.

For such a child, to let her waste her precious youth to become an apprentice and learn superpowers seemed unjustifiable to her deceased husband.

Deep down, however, she was quite curious about the master healer’s superpowers.

She couldn’t help but wish internally that she could become an apprentice herself—if only it didn’t involve getting struck by lightning while standing in the rain, she would be willing to negotiate any price.

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As she was contemplating this, Gu Jiahui came down from upstairs, “Sister Shi Shi, has the courier arrived, yet?”

Before Li Shishi could reply, Gao Qiang entered from outside, “Gu Jiahui, your package!”