Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 409 - - Not Going Smoothly (Second Update)

Chapter 409 -409: Not Going Smoothly (Second Update)

Feng Jun finally knew why people said it was easiest to appease little girls—it really was like that.

When Zhang Caixin found out that she could “accompany him the longest,” her face remained cold, but her mood improved quite a bit.

The allure of young girls in love was incomparable, especially with a stunningly beautiful queen-like older sister in tow. The staff at the management center felt that the weather that morning was a bit sultry—hey, they couldn’t help but get nosebleeds.

No sooner had Feng Jun shaken off Zhang Caixin than Sister Hong silently moved closer, whispering sneakily, “I always said… Caixin is the most suitable for you.”

“You,” Feng Jun glanced at her dissatisfiedly, “can’t we just happily practice yoga anymore?”

“Of course, I want to keep practicing… it’s addictive,” Sister Hong truly lived up to her name, occasionally cosplaying a literary youth, usually speaking her mind, “but I wouldn’t compete with her for a man. If you dare to toy with her, I’ll… go down with you.”

Feng Jun rolled his eyes, “It’s clearly… never mind, forget it.”

Sister Hong glanced around and stepped on Feng Jun’s foot with the tip of her high heel—a very hard high heel tip.

As she twisted the rigid tip of her high heel with force, she looked into the distance with a queen-like smile, graceful and dignified on her face, her lips still as she uttered, “Don’t you dare say ‘forget it.’ Speak!”

“Hiss,” Feng Jun inhaled sharply, withdrew his foot and turned to leave, muttering, “It’s clearly you two toying with me!”

Before Sister Hong could erupt in anger, he turned and left, “Friends have come to the manor, I need to go back.”

This time, Dou Jiahui was somewhat triggered. Gazi was right; he really went to meet a net friend.

His net friend was quite attractive, five years younger than him, just twenty years old.

These days, young girls are really very OPEN and enthusiastic. After receiving a kidney machine from him, she didn’t return to her dorm that same night.

Dou Jiahui was truly infatuated with her. Normally, when chatting online, he bragged about his family background a lot, and he drove Feng Jun’s car to accompany the young girl for days of merry frolicking, spending a lot of money in the process.

In just ten days, Dou Jiahui took her sightseeing and spent over thirty thousand yuan, even contemplating marrying the young girl.

But in these days, the girl had basically figured out his true situation—an assistant director’s son from a small county police station. While not exactly strapped for cash, his resources were stretched thin when it came to buying an apartment in Zhengyang.

The girl’s idea was to move to a first-tier city after graduation, telling him they could date if he could afford a house in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou.

This condition directly scared Dou Jiahui off. As the saying goes, even those who are not short of money, like Feng Jing, wouldn’t dare dream of buying houses in those places.

Dou Jiahui couldn’t say he was cheated by the girl since he was the one who started bragging about his wealth. When the girl laid out her terms, he was dumbfounded—I thought I might just need to grit my teeth and buy a place in Zhengyang.

As for the money he’d spent, he didn’t regret it. The Dou family didn’t have whiny men, but they also didn’t have the habit of leeching off their elders. He wasn’t planning to saddle his family with a huge debt just to gather enough for a down payment on a house in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou.

And let’s not even talk about mortgage payments; he didn’t know what job he could get in a first-tier city to afford the high monthly loans, assuming the girl would even agree.

Even if he could just barely manage the mortgage payments somehow, how would they get by each month, and what about having kids later?

So Dou Jiahui stated baldly that he couldn’t afford houses in those places.

For most people, not being able to afford a house in a first-tier city was really nothing to be ashamed of.

The girl was even more straightforward than he was, saying that if he couldn’t afford it, they could just be friends. When he had the money, he could come to see her, as she wasn’t planning to marry right away anyway.

Of course, if he came to visit without money, she would still be generous enough to treat him to a few meals in the school canteen.

She was so direct that Dou Jiahui couldn’t even get mad at her: she was a bit materialistic, but who isn’t these days?

The Dou family had a notorious reputation in Chaoyang, even achieving infamy, with a history of exchanging over a dozen lives for their name. But fundamentally, the Dou family wasn’t unreasonable—they just couldn’t stand being slighted.

So Dou Jiahui was frustrated. The fairy he had a crush on before was like this, and now a net friend turned out the same. Returning to Luohua Manor on that day, he pulled Gazi and Feng Jun together for a drink.

Over halfway through the drinking, he started complaining, saying that if things didn’t work out, he might have to settle for a girl from the small county. Society was too realistic these days.

To be fair, having a small two-story house with a yard in Chaoyang, which he could add another story to, wasn’t a problem. If he settled there, he would indeed be considered above average.

But Dou Jiahui was not satisfied, thinking that this way, his son would still grow up in Chaoyang—wasn’t this class solidity?

Gazi couldn’t help it and spoke up, “Er Pang, you could come work with Brother Jun. He definitely won’t leave you hanging.”

“That’s not good,” Dou Jiahui, though not very thoughtful when it came to chasing girls, took some matters very seriously, “I’m brothers with Da Pang; working for him… what would that look like?”

Feng Jun actually agreed with this. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Dou Jiahui to work with him, but… people from the Dou family cared a lot about whether they felt respected. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have seen so many men from three generations die in abnormal circumstances.

Gazi still wanted to persuade him, but since he hadn’t told his family about cultivating with Feng Jun, it was hard for him to speak up.

Feng Jun smiled and said, “Er Pang, you’re right to think that way. Well…one cannot be rich without some external wealth. Ponder over it; if you’re keen to do some business and you’re short of cash, I might be able to think of a way to help you.”

“Business… I’ll think about it,” Dou Jiahui answered in a muffled voice, “Recently I heard that setting up a chicken farm isn’t bad… selling eggs and broilers.”

“Don’t even mention it,” Gazi spoke out to persuade him, “Livestock farming stinks like crazy, and the smell is overpowering, selling them is also a problem.”

He just couldn’t stand it; otherwise, why would he be the only one who found crows displeasing?

“What’s a little stink? Money’s got more germs on it, yet you still like it, don’t you?” Dou Jiahui replied indifferently, “As for sales? Heh, if I ran a farm, as long as my selling price is the same as the others, who’d dare not buy?”

His dad was the deputy director of the Chengguan Police Station, of limited ability and not particularly smart, mainly in charge of public security.

His power was much less than that of the director’s, but it was more than enough to stir up a bit of trouble for chicken vendors and egg sellers.

In fact, if the deputy director’s son produced goods, as long as the price was fair, the traders would just buy them—why bother provoking a deputy director over a minor share of the business?

Dou Jiahui knew this well. In fact, what worried him was, “But is rearing chickens really profitable? As the old saying goes, wealth isn’t counted when it has feathers and horns… What if an outbreak of chicken cholera or something happens? Can’t handle it, and there’s bird flu nowadays too.”

In the end, he hadn’t decided what he wanted to do, but since Feng Jun agreed to lend him money, his mood improved a lot; everyone knows that borrowing money these days is the hardest thing.

Of course, if Da Pang is willing to lend the money, it’s because his brother trusts him, and he must not let down his brother’s trust.

With Dou Jiahui’s return, it also meant that Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi were about to leave—they had come out together and planned to return together.

After that, Feng Jun took Dou Jiahui around the manor, and at the same time, he began to prepare for advancing to the Qi Refining Second Layer.

Now that his parents were still there, spending every day recovering in the bamboo forest, so he could only move around the periphery.

On the third morning after Dou Jiahui’s return, he and the elders took a car and left Zhengyang, heading to Yunyuan City outside the province.

This time the person in charge of seeing them off was Wang Haifeng; last time he had been busy with the final works on the fencing and couldn’t get away.

Last time it was Xu Leigang who accompanied Gazi to pick up the guests, if Coach Wang still didn’t understand the importance of seizing opportunities, then he really wouldn’t understand subtleties.

As the Q7 left the manor, Gazi was cultivating in the bamboo forest, and Feng Jun continued to set up formations around the bamboo forest.

After returning and finishing lunch at noon, Feng Jun was about to leave when Xu Leigang approached him and spoke in a low voice, “Master…”

Hmm? Feng Jun turned to glance at him, and from his expression, he knew it wasn’t about cultivation; so he turned and walked towards the small living room, “What is it?”

“It’s…,” Xu Leigang hesitated a moment, then spoke hesitantly, “it’s still about my Aunt Jiang.”

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“Sigh,” Feng Jun sighed, looking at him somewhat helplessly, “Lei Gang, I won’t comment on my personal impression of her, but your attitude towards cultivation… do you realize, you’re wasting too much time on unnecessary things?”

Xu Leigang raised his eyebrows helplessly, “Master, this is what it’s like to be middle-aged, with too many messy things to deal with. I don’t want that either. And even you, who’ve started cultivating the Daoist Technique, still can’t leave your elders behind at home; we’re all quite helpless.”

Feng Jun felt somewhat speechless after hearing this and couldn’t help but reflect—was he being too unsympathetic?

He was quite decisive, but he wasn’t one to ignore other’s words.

In the end, he nodded, “Anyway, don’t get too distracted. This opportunity is truly rare.”

So far, he had only taken three disciples—with over six billion people in the world, do you realize how rare this chance is?

With such luck, you could win the grand prize lottery in any country! Because I don’t go home often, my wife and children are estranged from me; they even thought I was bewitched! Xu Leigang thought helplessly, and the key point is, your affair doesn’t allow for outside talk.

But he didn’t dare complain, only nodding, “I’ll treasure it doubly, Master, don’t worry.”

Feng Jun nodded, “Keep it in mind. Gazi might catch up with you if you’re not careful.”

Xu Leigang nodded, then hesitated before adding, “About Aunt Jiang… actually…”

So after all I’ve said, you haven’t listened? Feng Jun rolled his eyes in resignation.

“Alright, give me a reason to help her… that’s not too much to ask, right?”

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Leigang replied, “Aunt Jiang’s younger daughter said, if we can cure Aunt Jiang here, when she goes back and spreads the word, the people of Peach Blossom Valley will regret their decisions to death, won’t they?”