Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 506 - : 506

Chapter 506: 506

Feng Jun wanted to get more information, but Chen Ernan really didn’t have anything else useful.

After some thought, he finally steeled his heart, “I was merely a go-between in this matter and didn’t delve too deeply into it, Master… I am willing to offer you all of my assets if only you could spare me this once.”

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed towards the distance, and a bolt of lightning struck down.

Chen Ernan’s face instantly turned pale, and then he began to kowtow incessantly, not even daring to speak.

Feng Jun turned his head to glance at Chen Ernan, “I’m curious, you actually dared to target me… Did you not do your research before making a move?”

Chen Ernan lay in the mud, not daring to lift his head, “I heard about your ability to call down lightning, but I still took a chance. You know, I’m a blind fool… Take, for example, this protective talisman of Master Tanguang.”

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Upon hearing about the talisman, the corners of Feng Jun’s mouth slightly curled up, thinking this fellow really did have a sense of black humor.

He had originally been wavering on the thought of “whether or not to kill this man,” absolutely intending not to let him go, but the man… after all had made a reasonable suggestion.

Alright, for such a person, there’s no need to keep promises, but too many had died today, among them being someone from Shinra. If he were to kill this fellow too, the matter would only escalate further.

Of course, if he made a move, Chen Ernan would die an unusual death, but an unusual death couldn’t keep happening over and over; otherwise, it would be far too disrespectful to the authorities.

That was indeed why he had not gone looking for trouble with this person today; unexpectedly, the man had come kneeling at the threshold of the mountain gate.

After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and pointed at Chen Ernan again, “Death penalty may be spared, but you won’t escape punishment… a little one as punishment for you…”

With a “crack,” another peal of thunder struck, hitting the man directly. The force of this lightning was enough to char some fingers and toes, but whether amputation was needed, he wasn’t sure.

Chen Ernan fell to the ground, taking four or five seconds to slowly get up, but still knelt there, “Thank you… thank you, Master, for sparing my wretched life.”

Being able to invoke lightning was already frightening enough, but to have lightning strike oneself with precision was simply a divine presence. This fact once again exceeded his imagination, so he openly admitted that his life was no more than a dog’s life.

Feng Jun’s voice seemed to come from far away—this was a short-term discomfort in the auditory nerves caused by shock and numbness, “Compensate five million for the two doorkeepers you injured, and for the rest of your life… never set foot in Funiu again. Can you do that?”

Chen Ernan nodded his head like a pecking chicken, non-stop, “I can do it, you can rest assured.”

Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, “Alright, you may leave.”

Chen Ernan didn’t dare to turn around and leave; instead, he kneeled and inched backward a little at a time, fearing the slightest disrespect, which might provoke the Master again.

The hundred-meter road took him a full ten minutes to retreat on his knees, but fortunately, it was raining today. Otherwise, his knees would have at least shed two layers of skin and been roasted medium well.

Feng Jun didn’t bother with him anymore, reversed his car back to the gatehouse, and asked aloud, “Has Haifeng come back yet?”

“Manager Wang went to find Lao Han, Lao Han ran away,” Gao Qiang replied, “but someone saw our motorcycle, and right now he and Lei Gang are trying to find out who’s been riding our bike.”

This time, the manor’s burglary had mobilized everyone.

Wang Haifeng’s mother’s condition had stabilized and he had hurried back to search for possible suspects. Sister Hong was temporarily occupied, but Zhang Cai Xin had returned, even Feng Jing had stopped teaching and hurried back.

Now, Feng Jing was watching over the bamboo forest—even without the Spirit Gathering Array, they couldn’t allow just anyone to come and go.

Zhang Cai Xin was monitoring the backyard, assisted by Big Li and Xiao Li, so they were not worried about anyone daring to trespass.

After hearing this, Feng Jun let out a soft sigh and drove towards the villa.

Upon seeing him leave, the uncle and nephew of the Chen family looked at each other and slowly stood up from the mud, bowed three times towards the manor, and then turned to walk back the way they came.

The nephew even voiced a question, “Uncle, I saw… it seemed like you were struck by lightning?”

Chen Ernan’s ears were still buzzing, but he understood the question and immediately gestured, “Shh, never mention it, being able to save my life is already a blessing… ancestral virtue indeed.”

Feng Jun arrived back at the villa just as Yang Yuxin was standing under the eaves of the front building, looking around absentmindedly.

Seeing his car return, she hurried out, unconcerned about the continuing rain, “How was it, have the thieves been caught?”

Feng Jun got out of the car and pointed towards the backyard, “Is Xiao Hui in the back?”

“She is,” Yang Yuxin nodded, not saying anything else; she was quite impressed with Feng Jun in this regard. Even when faced with an unexpected event, the manor wasn’t in chaos, and at the very least, her daughter could still stay in the backyard without disturbance.

“Before Teacher Mei arrived, President Xu had gone to the Bamboo Forest, Shi Shi, the assistant, was looking after the backyard, and Xiao Bin was in charge of external communications. Everything was in good order.”

“In good order?” Feng Jun shook his head helplessly, thinking that they were still short on reliable people.

He had always focused on creating a stable home front, and when taking disciples, he was more concerned with their loyalty rather than their aptitude—stability meant everything to him.

But now, with such an incident, except for Lu Xiaoning who was still in Yuyuan, nearly everyone else was in Zhengyang. Feng Jun felt a bit stretched thin, which showed that the regularly used staff were indeed insufficient.

From a preventative standpoint, it was the same; with three women off to Zhengyang and Wang Haifeng’s mother ill, in the vast manor, the core figures were reduced to only Xu Leigang and Feng Jun.

When Feng Jun went out to pursue the culprit, thankfully there was Gao Qiang, who was still an apprentice; otherwise, the manor would barely be able to function.

So, it was clear that they needed to recruit more disciples, but this matter wasn’t urgent; one just needed to keep an eye out.

As for the manor’s workers, it was time to consider how to manage them. Previously, Feng Jun believed that simply setting clear dos and don’ts, along with offering high wages, was enough, but now he realized it wasn’t so straightforward.

It seemed necessary to bring in some people from other places! Feng Jun thought it essential to employ some checks and balances among the workers—having too many locals wasn’t really a good thing.

Since he was considering bringing in outsiders, he naturally preferred people from his hometown. He immediately called Gazi, asking him to bring along a few honest and hardworking people when he came.

To his surprise, Gazi actually disagreed with the idea, “People from our hometown are indeed reliable, but once they become your soldiers, they’ll only recognize you and not pay attention to Hai Feng and Lei Gang… And you can’t treat them poorly! That would make them hard to manage.”

Feng Jun felt a bit ashamed. Had his thinking fallen behind Gazi’s?

Of course, he knew Gazi spoke out of public interest, and he was well aware that among Gazi’s parents’ relatives, there were several who were in dire straits. Gazi had no reason to oppose his suggestions.

Then he realized that it was not easy to bring in people from other places. At least Zhang Caixin and Yang Yuxin stated that they had left their hometowns since their parents’ generation, so finding fellow townsmen was truly difficult.

Li Shishi then mentioned that her family was from the suburbs of Zhengyang City, and it wouldn’t be hard to introduce some people from her village.

Feng Jun actually didn’t want to bring in more people from Zhengyang. These people might not get on well with the locals, but without doubt in their eyes, President Feng himself was the bona fide outsider.

At this point, however, he couldn’t be too choosy, “Contact ten people and bring them over. You know the salary and benefits I offer; I don’t need to say more.”

Li Shishi glanced at Yang Yuxin cautiously, “In online novels, don’t the really capable people manage to call in special forces or something?”

You are only into comics, aren’t you? Feng Jun glanced at her disapprovingly, “Online novels also say that you could travel back in time and charm Song Huizong, Zhou Bangyan, Gao Qi, Song Jiang… Oh, and Yan Qing as well.”

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Li Shishi tilted her head, blinking her eyes, “Zhou Bangyan… Why not Liu Yong, the one commanded to write lyrics, Liu Sanbian?”

Feng Jun slapped his forehead in resignation, “‘Commanded to write lyrics’ was said by Zhao Zhen, Song Renzong, who was several emperors before Song Huizong, separated by Song Yingzong, Song Shenzong, Song Zhezong… When Liu Yong died, Li Shishi was probably not even born yet, are you sure you want to discuss this with me?”

As the two bantered, Feng Jun’s mobile phone rang. It was a call from Wang Haifeng, “Master, we’ve found the motorcycle. It was pushed into the mud of a pond; we’ve also locked down on a suspect…”

Wang Haifeng and Xu Lei had tried everything to catch the motorcycle thief, both being influential in Zhengyang City but having slightly less pull in the remote towns like Baixing Town.

However, while their influence might be limited, Master Feng and King Crow practically ruled over Baixing Town.

It was true—despite internal thieves like Lao Han and Xiao Han daring to steal and sell items, most of the villagers of Baixing Town held profound reverence for the mystique of Luohua Manor.

Wang Haifeng and Xu Lei got in touch with official persons to ask everyone to report their situations, but the villagers had little interest in these officials. What concerned them more was that someone had provoked the supernatural of Luohua Manor.

Under these circumstances, the place where the motorcycle was abandoned was reported, and someone testified that Wang Laili was the one who had pushed it into the pond.

Wang Laili was a man in his early forties with good strength, who refused to farm the land properly or pursue a decent livelihood, instead resorting to thievery and petty crimes.

Short with an unremarkable appearance, balding, and penniless, he remained unmarried.

The general consensus about him was that he was nothing but a lowlife and brute.

Wang Haifeng and Xu Lei weren’t afraid of such a person. Could a small-town lowlife really compare to the underworld of a provincial city?

So the two of them gathered some people and went straight to confront him. Without a word, they gave him a good beating. When onlookers from the village wanted to intervene, they backed off as soon as they heard it was people from Luohua Manor.

Still, Wang Laili had a tough tongue. Even after they knocked out four or five of his teeth, he refused to confess, “I was asleep at home this morning. Even if you kill me… that’s what I’ll say.”