Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 617 - The Physiognomy Industry

Chapter 617: Chapter 617: The Physiognomy Industry

Chapter 617: Chapter 617: The Physiognomy Industry

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Yang Yuxin didn’t hide anything from the female officer and recounted what had happened—starting with me to tarnish the reputation of Qingcheng.

“Wow, wow, wow,” the policewoman exclaimed in surprise, “even monks have learned to start new businesses… How do their brains even work?”

Feng Jun hummed lightly, “It’s the era of big data, after all. This is called value-added service.”

The officer sighed in frustration, “Well, you can’t trust face readers anymore… What if they recommend me for cosmetic surgery?”

She considered today’s experience a novel incident and even shared it with her colleagues when she returned to the police station that night.

One of her colleagues commented that monks still carry a bit of arrogance, or to be more precise, they’re meant to show some detachment, so they shouldn’t get too entangled with the Mortal World—without the mystique, who would believe them?

This colleague believed that it must have been the owner of the hospital who initiated contact with these monks—for private hospitals, this was true business expansion.

Naturally, for these monks, there was no reason not to take business that came knocking on their door. If they wanted to maintain some pride, it was simple—don’t follow the hospital’s lead in everything, having some personal opinions is enough.

As they were chatting, little did they know that at that moment, the chairman of the hospital, Zhu Yuefu, was also a bit suspicious.

The three hospitals Feng Jun visited today all had the same owner, even though each hospital specialized in entirely different fields—it’s not unusual for private hospitals to have such arrangements.

It must be pointed out that the management of private hospitals is completely different from that of public hospitals. Everybody knows what goes on in public hospitals, while private hospitals pay great attention to collecting customer information and actively analyzing customer demands.

The front desk girl had taken Feng Jun on a tour around the hospital but did not get him to fill out a registration form, nor did she get his phone number.

She actually wanted to ask for it, but Feng Jun played dumb, and she had some other expectations in her heart, feeling that insisting on asking would seem like she didn’t respect herself.

If he had been just a regular customer who refused to provide his contact, she would have persisted because she was genuinely unselfish—but having her own agenda actually made it harder for her to insist.

Thus, she was criticized by the hospital leadership which said she didn’t just fail to obtain the client’s information, but she also broke the rules by taking the client around the hospital—had she never seen a handsome man before?

The front desk girl felt aggrieved and had to explain herself, emphasizing the issue of face reading that Feng Jun cared about.

In her view, he wasn’t short of money, only skeptical about the procedure’s feasibility, so it was normal for him not to leave a phone number—no successful person likes to be pestered by telemarketing calls.

These events were condensed into a message of less than a hundred words, reported to the dean as one of the summaries of the day’s events and sought advice on whether or not to issue a verbal warning to the front desk girl—it was a forgivable mistake but nonetheless a mistake.

When the dean saw the message, he too was surprised because, frankly… most people who come for cosmetic surgery seldom consider face reading.

They (male or female) are only concerned with whether they look good, whether they’re handsome or charming.

As for face reading, what’s that about—I’m willing to go under the knife, do you think I would care about face reading?

Others believed that face reading was innate and that surgical alterations were acquired changes, with little effect on the innate aspects.

However, the dean knew that combining face reading with cosmetic surgery and creating a new market demand was Chairman Zhu’s idea.

Chairman Zhu came from a humble background, and nobody knew how he made his first pot of gold. Then, with the support of his fellow villagers, he opened a Proctology Hospital—it was initially meant to give back to the community, and making money was secondary.

But after the hospital made it onto Baidu’s paid search rankings, the cash really started flowing in.

When a person receives an unexpected boon, acquiring wealth they might not have originally had, it’s natural to become superstitious—I’m successful, others are not, there must be a reason.

That’s why Chairman Zhu worshipped Buddha and respected the Dao, donating plenty of money.

Once the hospital began making big money, Chairman Zhu realized that face reading could be integrated with the medical business.

This society doesn’t lack wealth, what’s missing is the genius of creativity.

Regrettably, those who came for cosmetic procedures… really didn’t give a damn about face reading.

However, that was in the past. In this age of declining faith, people still need something to cling to spiritually, and the previously outlandish idea of Chairman Zhu has now actually begun to take hold for more and more people.

Thirty years ago, who would dare to charge for naming a child? Now charges are essential, and charging too little suggests inadequate expertise.

Chairman Zhu’s ideas were slightly ahead of the time, but only by half a step, not a full step—someone a full step ahead is a madman, but half a step ahead is a genius.

In any case, while Chairman Zhu’s concept has not brought significant revenues to the cosmetic surgery hospital so far, undoubtedly, more and more people are paying attention to it.

If you can improve your luck while getting cosmetic surgery—why not do it? You’re going under the knife anyway.

The dean felt that today’s incident was not ideal, but it also reflected Chairman Zhu’s vision. He decided to report the matter, and the boss might be pleased with it.

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Zhu Yuefu had so many things to manage every day. Besides the hospital, he also had other businesses and was simply too busy to attend to them all.

Upon seeing the hospital’s report, he let his secretary handle the directives without delay.

“Just warn the front desk, no need to dock any pay, but make sure to emphasize again that proper records must be maintained. We have to make it clear that we’re in the service industry, not the so-called ‘angels in white’ they imagine… Damn, show that image again.”

After another glance, he felt that the young man in the image looked familiar, “This nasal bridge, nostrils, and philtrum… They look very familiar.”

Indeed, having paid homage to Buddha and held some study in physiognomy, his recollection of overall facial features was not very profound.

Once the boss spoke, what else was there to say? Just find the person.

After searching high and low, his secretary found a photograph, “Boss, it seems to be this person…”

Zhu Yuefu only took one look before frowning and cursing again, “Damn…”

Feng Jun from Luohua Manor in Zhengyang City, Funiu Province, Boss Zhu… He had an impression, and a particularly deep one at that.

Not only was Qingcheng looking to give him trouble, but Emei also wanted to be aware of his situation.

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Boss Zhu, a man of both Buddhist and Daoist inclinations, had deep connections with many spiritual leaders. Many matters in the Mortal World that were inconvenient for the masters themselves, were taken care of by devout lay Buddhists.

The first to mention Feng Jun to Zhu Yuefu had actually been a monk from Mount Emei, who, not without concern, said that although Buddhism seems to be thriving, it is in fact the era of dharma decline. Yet, someone was intent on reopening the Cave Heaven of Maoshan, clearly seeking to provoke contention between Daoist Sects and Buddhism.

Chairman Zhu listened to these words without much reaction. He both believed in Daoism and revered Buddhism, thinking to himself, What do I have to do with the conflicts between you two?

To put it disrespectfully, if Emei’s incense offerings flourish, it is fitting for Buddhism to prosper. Is the reopening of a Cave Heaven by the Daoist Sect really looking to stir up strife with Buddhism? Who doesn’t know that Buddhism is more prosperous than Daoism these days?

The Emei master also knew that Zhu Yuefu believed in both, and didn’t say much else. However, he pointed out that Maoshan was able to reopen the Jintan Huayang Celestial Part because it found an opportunity in Zhengyang City, Funiu Province.

The venerable monk remarked with a sigh that if someone could transform that person in Zhengyang, it would truly be an immense act of merit.

Zhu Yuefu, joining in the conversation humorously, said that Emei was too far from Zhengyang. After all, Wutai, as one of the four great Buddhist temples, and Mount Song in Funiu were much closer, and would probably compete for this act of merit.

Had nothing else followed, Zhu Yuefu’s impression of that man in Zhengyang would likely have faded from memory quickly.

But soon enough, a Daoist priest from Qingcheng approached him specifically to discuss matters regarding Maoshan.

It wasn’t just Qingcheng that was discontent with Maoshan, but Dragon Phoenix Mountain as well. The Qingcheng master stated that someone in Zhengyang had stumbled upon some luck but was utterly ignorant of the times. He lamented not having the means to vanquish demons and protect the Dao.

Zhu Yuefu, driven by curiosity, made inquiries and found out it was indeed the person mentioned by Emei.

Chairman Zhu thought, if this person has managed to earn the distaste of both Daoist and Buddhist factions, then I can kill two birds with one stone.

He certainly had no interest in personally vanquishing demons and protecting the Dao, but spending some money to have others join in the endeavor was not an issue. This way, he could curry favor with both Emei and Qingcheng at the same time. Why not?

In other words, the two martial masters who entered Luohua Manor on that rainy night had received financial support from him.

Zhu Yuefu had initially funded one hundred thousand yuan, promising at least another hundred thousand upon successful completion of the task. If the two could gain something from Luohua Manor and he could enjoy the relevant benefits as well, he was willing to give more.

What defines a Great Lay Buddhist? This is what it means to be a Great Lay Buddhist; not lacking behind others in vanquishing demons and protecting the Dao, what does mere money count for?

In fact, both Emei and Qingcheng already referred to him as a protector, a status surpassing that of an ordinary lay Buddhist.

Simply put, Zhu Yuefu didn’t hesitate to provide one hundred thousand yuan upfront. If he didn’t even bother to learn about Feng Jun and Luohua Manor, others would surely think of him as an easy mark!

Chairman Zhu didn’t know too much about that manor in Zhengyang, but he had truly analyzed Feng Jun’s facial features — the latter’s early life was marked by poverty and misfortune, his middle age was filled with hardships, but he could enjoy prosperity in his later years.

At the time, he had wondered how such a successful man could have that kind of facial structure. It seems my understanding of the Great Dao is still not profound enough.

Upon seeing the image today, he was reminded of the man again, then he was startled, “Isn’t this fellow supposed to be in Zhengyang? What’s he doing at a cosmetic surgery hospital? Could it be he has discovered me?”

With that thought, he grabbed his mobile phone and dialed the hospital director’s number directly, “That person who wanted facial consultation for cosmetic surgery today, what exactly did he say?”

“Oh, Chairman Zhu, are you asking about that wealthy second-generation?” The director coughed lightly, “He meant…”

“To hell with the wealthy second-generation, does his physiognomy even resemble that of a rich man? He’s nothing but a pauper!” Zhu Yuefu bellowed, “I don’t want to hear this. I just want to know, who received him?”

(Update to here, calling for monthly tickets.)