Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 559 - : Precautionary Measures

Chapter 559 -559: Precautionary Measures

Feng Wenhui said this, which actually implied a bit of reluctance to get involved, but as an old neighbor, he couldn’t openly say so.

Uncle Gen understood his mindset, but telling me this now… it’s too late.

He was anxious to settle this matter, as the house could originally sell for one hundred and seventy or one hundred and eighty thousand yuan. Once demolition began, the price would soar. Even if it didn’t double, an increase of one hundred thousand yuan was certainly not out of the question.

To tell the truth, the demolition plan hadn’t been finalized, so no one knew to what extent the prices would rise. That’s precisely why Gazi was eager to obtain this house, while Uncle Gen couldn’t sell it for an appropriate price.

Seeing Feng Wenhui noncommittal, Uncle Gen turned his head to Feng Jun, “Xiao Jun, could you help mediate?”

“Mediate? There’s no way to mediate that,” Zhang Zeping spoke up. He idled his days away and knew these tricks all too well, “It’s a gambling debt. That’s what they rely on for a living. Even the police are useless… You’re cutting off their lifeline, their means of livelihood.”

Then his eyes shifted, “I say, Old Gen, you might as well sell the house to Feng Jun.”

The Feng brothers acknowledged Liu Laogen, but he didn’t have a close relationship with them. It would be better to curry favor with Feng Jun by doing him this kindness.

How could Feng Jun possibly do such a thing? He pondered for a moment before speaking, “Alright, if they dare to barge into my house again and upset my parents, I’ll handle it for you… Uncle Gen, let me be blunt, there won’t be a next time.”

Hearing this, Zhang Zeping looked at him in surprise, thinking to himself, Are you really going to meddle in this?

Uncle Gen, however, was overjoyed and kept nodding his head, “Rest assured, Xiao Jun. Uncle Gen isn’t shameless… If there is a next time, you can spit in my face.”

Feng Jun gestured towards Uncle Gen’s house with his chin, speaking expressionlessly, “Where’s Xiao Kai? Call him over.”

“How would he dare stay at home?” Uncle Gen gave a wry smile, “He’s hiding at his third aunt’s place.”

“Then forget it,” Feng Jun replied indifferently, “If he doesn’t listen, I’ll send him to a water prison in Myanmar… It’s full of gamblers.”

Feng Wenhui wasn’t interested in meddling, but if his son wanted to do something about it, he had no objections—after all, they were old neighbors.

Zhang Junyi was still somewhat worried about his son, “Be careful, those guys are ruthless.”

“The more ruthless the better,” Feng Jun replied with a dismissive laugh, “I’ve been wanting to deal with some troublesome people anyway.”

Actually, Feng Jun didn’t have a better relationship with Uncle Gen’s family than with other old neighbors. With his personality, he wasn’t the type to get involved in others’ affairs.

But he had to consider other factors, such as the fact that he was about to contract the mountain land. According to Li Xiaobin, rumors were already labelling the Feng family as the richest in Chaoyang County, perhaps even the richest in Yunyuan City.

The title of ‘the richest’ was quite attractive but also attracted covetous gazes. Even relatives of the richest Chinese have been kidnapped. What was a county’s richest worth?

Feng Jun had a good relationship with Dou Jiahui, but true strength comes from within. Showing some iron-fisted tendencies when appropriate helped deter various unscrupulous characters.

That was why he took such a firm stance—it wasn’t because he had any sort of special relationship with Uncle Gen’s family.

With Feng Jun speaking like that, no one else had much to say—if he wasn’t afraid of stirring up trouble, why should they dissuade him?

Amidst Uncle Gen’s thanks, Zhang Zeping quickly swung the conversation back around, “Now that you’re successful, Xiao Jun, you even look after Gazi. Can you look after me as well? We are genuine relatives.”

Our relationship is actually a bit distant! Feng Jun glanced at him with a hint of helplessness, “He just earns a salary, driving for me.”

“I can drive for you too,” Zhang Zeping eagerly stated, not ashamed at the prospect of driving for a junior.

Some time ago, he had heard from Li Xiaobin that even her salary as an assistant was fifty thousand yuan a month—Assistant Li might not have wanted to show off, but a young and beautiful girl suddenly having that much money couldn’t let people think otherwise, could she?

So, Zhang Zeping didn’t mind becoming a driver, especially for a luxury car.

In fact, what he cared more about was how the people Feng Jun took away from Chaoyang were much inferior to him, “Gazi even has epilepsy. My brother-in-law has already found him a job. He’s staying at home, living quietly. His parents are relieved, aren’t they?”

Feng Jun fell silent, lighting a cigarette before speaking unhurriedly, “We have a good relationship.”

Zhang Zeping was immediately speechless, as this reason was too compelling to refute.

“You little rascal, can’t let go?” Zhang Junyi glared, “Smoking while eating?”

As she spoke, she sent an approving glance to her son.

When his sister remained silent, his second aunt had to step in, “Xiao Jun, you’re about to lease the mountain soon, and I heard from your second uncle that there will be road construction… You’ll need some capable people in our Chaoyang, won’t you?”

“Capable people?” Feng Jun blinked, then nodded, “Yeah, I’ve found a few.”

How to describe the second aunt? She was not a bad person, but rather dominant. It was she who made the decisions in Feng Wencheng’s family, never allowing him to play Mahjong or such. If he didn’t come home after work, he had to provide a sufficient reason.

Working overtime was no problem, going to his brother’s house to drink was no problem, but playing poker with others and forgetting to come home, that was not acceptable.

In Feng Wencheng’s pocket, there was never a time when he had more than a hundred yuan.

In fact, Feng Wencheng’s family circumstances had always been a bit better than Feng Wenhui’s, mainly because Feng Wenhui had to take care of the old house’s lawsuit issues. The second uncle also contributed money, but he did not spend much effort on it.

Put simply, the second aunt felt somewhat confident in front of Zhang Junyi, as long as she didn’t mention Feng Jun, the academic prodigy.

And all along, Zhang Junyi had not stooped to her level, since she wasn’t especially aggressive.

This time, the second aunt was somewhat unable to hold back. She came with her brother, intending to secure some kind of dealing for him.

The eldest uncle’s son was about to lease a mountain soon, a business worth at least several hundred million yuan. Just a bit of leakage between the fingers would be enough for others to live a life of utter ease; if anyone could do it, why not let one’s own family do it?

What actually bothered her the most was Feng Jun taking Lu Xiaoning to Zhengyang. Feng Wencheng had grown up on this street too. What kind of person was Gazi? A good-for-nothing, and it was Feng Wencheng who, seeing him pitiable with epilepsy, had helped him to find a job.

She knew her own brother was lazy and arrogant with low skills, but surely he was better than that half-crippled guy, right?

When Feng Jun first took people away, nobody thought much of it—it was his own choice to support someone with epilepsy.

But as Feng Jun’s enterprise became better known to everyone, and as they were about to lease a mountain in the county, and his junior high classmate, now his assistant, was actually making a salary of fifty thousand a month, it inevitably made many people envious.

How much was Gazi earning? No one knew, as Lu Xiaoning himself would only say, “Brother Jun has been good to me.”

However, some time ago, he drove Feng Jun’s car, and consistently ran errands for Dou Jiahui, something many people noticed.

Zhang Zeping felt he could do the job too. Why should it fall to that guy?

Of course, driving was just a pretext; he was an elder and had no real intention of humbly serving a younger relative.

However, drivers are usually the boss’s confidants, that was beyond doubt.

Zhang Zeping thought if possible, he could drive for Feng Jun for a while and then take over the mountain leasing project. Such a big project required a lot of management.

In Zhang Zeping’s view, even Li Xiaobin wasn’t suitable for managing this project—a young girl, what did she know? Plus, she was just Feng Jun’s classmate, while his own sister was Feng Jun’s second aunt, which made him qualified to take over.

A young and pretty girl should just be content to be Feng Jun’s secretary!

But that goal was a bit far off for now; for the time being, he needed to become Feng Jun’s driver first.

Feng Wencheng had mentioned this at the convenience store twice, but he didn’t push it strongly, as he had a rather down-to-earth view of family—after all, leasing the mountain was ultimately the Feng Family’s own business, and Zhang Zeping, your surname is Zhang!

In fact, Feng Wencheng was clearer than his elder brother and sister-in-law about what kind of stuff this was.

The talk had happened at the convenience store, and Zhang Junyi had overheard it. On the surface, he didn’t show any reaction out of respect for Feng Wenhui, but today, seeing Uncle Gen return, he immediately called him over for a drink.

Her idea was that with an outsider present, maybe they could shut the other party up, but apparently, she had underestimated the allure that the project had for people.

Feng Jun indicated that he already had capable people, and by saying that, he really snubbed the second aunt and her brother.

The second aunt was indeed domineering; she didn’t get angry but argued her case, “Xiao Jun, you have to distinguish between capable people and your own people. Capable people may not always be reliable, but more often than not, your own people are.”

Feng Jun smiled slightly, “Second aunt is right, but I can handle these matters. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to carve out this little scene by myself.”

That was a slap in the face with facts—reliable family members? Without them, I still managed to create my current situation; capable people might not be reliable? Hah, if they weren’t, I would have lost a good amount of money to others by now, wouldn’t I?

His words were targeted but phrased rather diplomatically, so the second aunt couldn’t really say anything to him.

But she was still not content and looked towards Feng Wenhui, “Big brother, you can trust your own people, right? Fighting tigers is for blood brothers; going to war is for father and son soldiers.”

Blood brothers? Feng Wenhui chuckled, thinking that if Wencheng said this to him, it would be one thing; his son could also say this to him, but as for her… ha, her surname was Zhang.

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But dealing with his younger sister didn’t require him to step in; Zhang Junyi laughed and said, “Younger sister, Xiao Jun is running a big company, he has his own rules and ideas. Look, even his father and I… have not joined his company.”

We as parents didn’t even think about meddling in our son’s affairs, so why are you so concerned?

The second aunt was so frustrated she nearly fainted: If the two of you wanted to join his company, wouldn’t it just be a matter of a word? Once inside, you would be the Great Supreme.

If we’re talking about you two working… Xiao Jun would have to dare to hire you, right? Who would let their own parents work for them?