Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 563 - : Written Off (First Update, Celebrating Alliance Leader Maple Cottage)
Chapter 563 -563: Written Off (First Update, Celebrating Alliance Leader Maple Cottage)
If there had been any other choice, he wouldn’t have called Dou Jiahui—what if Dou Jiahui hadn’t known about yesterday’s incident before? Wouldn’t he have just walked right into his hands?
Dou Jiahui really didn’t know about it yet and, fundamentally speaking, he wasn’t a thug, so he spoke to the other party politely, in the manner of a businessman.
About ten or so minutes later, sitting in his SUV, he found Feng Jun and his two companions.
He was quite generous too. He gave Feng Jun the latest kidney phone as an apology, saying that he hadn’t thought things through the night before and had alarmed the two elders. “This is a small token of my sincerity. Please be magnanimous, Brother Feng.”
“Don’t play that game with me,” Feng Jun said as he pushed the kidney phone away. Who knows where this thing came from; he scoffed coldly, “Do you think I’m lacking this kind of stuff?”
“It’s just a little thought from me, your younger brother,” the man with the duck neck said with a smile, “If it’s not to your liking, you could give it to Zhang Zeping… I didn’t mean to offend him on purpose yesterday. Actually, we have pretty good relations.”
After being reminded by others, he remembered that around the New Year, he had forcibly borrowed a four-star phone from Zhang Zeping.
In fact, he wasn’t short on the money for a phone; he had just become used to bullying people. For a wimp like Zhang Zeping, he felt it was his due to bully him a bit—it was practically his duty as a “socialite.”
They were all from the same area, and Duck Neck didn’t really plan on robbing the other party. However, if Zhang Zeping didn’t pursue it, then it would turn into a case of Liu Bei borrowing Jingzhou—a loan with no intention of returning it.
So his choice of the kidney phone as an apology was indeed a bit targeted.
But Feng Jun didn’t want to think that hard. He didn’t know about the grudges between Zhang Zeping and Duck Neck, nor did he have any intention of standing up for Zhang Zeping. Mentioning it yesterday was just an excuse to erupt.
He said coldly, “Don’t give me that nonsense. How are you going to handle Uncle Gen’s matter?”
“Liu Laogen?” Duck Neck was taken aback, but his surprise was deliberate—he had already considered this possibility.
After hesitating for a moment, he agreed straightforwardly, “As for Liu Laogen… Since Uncle Gen is your old neighborhood friend, then there’s nothing to discuss. He just has to pay it off within six months, and I’ll give Boss Feng that much face.”
Feng Jun frowned slightly, looking at him strangely, “Pay it off within… six months?”
“Six months is not a short period,” Duck Neck said, speaking earnestly, “One hundred and fifty thousand, just the interest alone is a lot… I’m only asking for the principal, and that has to be paid. That’s the rule no matter where you go.”
This was his bottom line. As someone in this industry, he had to uphold the industry’s rules.
“Heh,” Feng Jun laughed in contempt. There were certain rules he was willing to follow, but when it came to gambling… he had the power to break the rules, “I’ve heard… your place isn’t exactly up to snuff, is it?”
“Boss Feng, we can’t joke about that,” Duck Neck retorted urgently, his face darkening. He couldn’t afford not to consider how terrifying the other party might be—being in this business, he couldn’t let someone tarnish his reputation like that. How would he continue his business if word got out?
“Heh,” Feng Jun scoffed again, indifferent to such claims. Besides, Uncle Gen had already explained yesterday that Xiao Kai had been forced, and even if Xiao Kai hadn’t been forced, those who ran gambling dens had too many shady methods that couldn’t stand the light of day.
He had once struggled in Roc City, with Macau just next door. Even if he hadn’t seen it himself, he had heard too much about it.
Duck Neck felt a chill in his heart. His bottom line for coming today was to recover the principal—if not in six months, then in a year. He had already given up the idea of going after that house, suffering a significant loss.
But now the other party was actually claiming his place was crooked, clearly not intending to be reasonable.
He knew his gambling den wasn’t clean, especially what he had done to Liu Laogen’s son. He had learned that the county planned to demolish the old street, and by coincidence, he heard that Xiao Kai’s family was from there, so he set up a trap.
He felt no pressure in doing these things—nine out of ten gamblers are deceitful, after all. In fact, he thought he was feeding on information.
Regardless, he had to face the situation. “So, Boss Feng, what do you intend to do? Can you lay down the terms?”
Feng Jun took out a cigarette, and his companion Li Xiaobin immediately produced a lighter to help him light it.
He took a drag, his face expressionless as he looked at the other person, “I’m the one asking you for an explanation, not giving you any terms.”
“I’ve already given my explanation—I’ll return the principal in six months,” said Duck Neck, pouring everything into his gaze as he looked back up, “Boss Feng, if you’re not satisfied, you can share what you’re thinking… It’s not like I broke into your house on purpose. I didn’t do anything worse than that, did I?”
“You want me to make a demand? Fine,” Feng Jun nodded, “But the thing is, I don’t accept any bargaining once I’ve made a demand.”
After a pause, he continued, “This debt is to be written off, and our grievances will be expunged as well.”
He knew this demand was a bit excessive for the other party, but he wanted to be excessive—to deter the petty criminals without being excessive, how could he establish his authority?
Duck Neck was stunned—really stunned this time, “Boss Feng, that’s not really appropriate, is it?”
Running a gambling den had its costs. Many of his underlings needed food to eat, and setting up the trap for Xiao Kai also cost money—an opportunity for some to make a quick buck on the side in the comings and goings of the night.
You’re wiping out the debt just like that? I’m going to be at a loss!
Feng Jun glanced at him, his tone a mix of amusement and scorn, “I’m not discussing this with you. I’m telling you, this is what you have to do.”
Duck Neck was stunned again, overwhelmed by a sense of profound humiliation.
He glanced at Dou Jiahui next to him, and realizing Dou Jiahui was showing no reaction apart from a look of amusement, he couldn’t hold back, “Jiahui, this breaks the rules!”
“Heh,” Dou Jiahui sneered, “Rules, what are rules? Your rules are rules, Da Pang’s words, they’re also rules!”
The complexion of the Duck Neck grew uglier, “Are you determined to side with Boss Feng?”
“I can’t be bothered with this sort of thing,” Dou Jiahui said with a smile as he looked at him. His dad was the deputy chief of the police station, so he was well aware of these rules. The Dou Family wasn’t part of the underworld, so why should he get involved?
But more importantly, he knew he didn’t need to do anything extra, “Boss Feng doesn’t need my help either.”
Duck Neck fell silent; he finally understood that he had hit an insurmountable obstacle.
But did it have to be this way? He really felt uncomfortable inside. If this deal went south, his foundations in Chaoyang would be shaken.
He had seen people who bullied others, but never to this extent.
He never considered that by setting up a scheme to trap Xiao Kai and forcing him to borrow money, he had also pushed someone to the brink.
He fell silent for a moment, took a deep breath, “How about this, Boss Feng, I go back and think about it, alright? I need to cool down.”
Feng Jun looked at him, nodding strangely, “Sure, I think you do need to cool off a bit.”
Cool off a bit? Duck Neck instinctively felt that this was not a good thing: I just want to calm down.
Sensing something was amiss, as soon as he got into the car, he ordered his underling, “Find a convenience store, buy more beer, peanuts, instant noodles, sausage sticks… and get some mineral water as well.”
He planned to find a place to hide because the feeling Feng Jun gave him was really too ominous.
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Duck Neck chose a small courtyard on the edge of the county, belonging to one of his mistresses.
The woman was a fallen one who, after his support, had made some money. The courtyard was for sale at a cheap price, so she scraped together some money to buy it. Originally, it was meant for her own convenience to live in, but it turned out to be a profitable purchase.
The courtyard wasn’t large, totaling only about two hundred square meters, with the bungalow taking up a little over a hundred square meters and about sixty square meters of open space.
Duck Neck brought six of his underlings, changed cars, drove next to the courtyard, and slipped into the room to drink.
The woman also had a clay pot prepared, which was quite comforting on such a cold day.
Duck Neck and his group hadn’t eaten all night, so they started with some liquor and then began talking about Feng Jun.
Everyone was aware of Feng Jun’s demands, and they all cursed, saying how the man was destroying the rules and really going too far.
But besides cursing, what else could they do? Duck Neck even asked, “I’ll put up 500,000; who can help me take him down?”
In fact, with a good operation, just Liu Laogen’s house could probably sell for 500,000. Uncle Gen thought of aiming for over 300,000, but these kinds of things… depend also on who’s selling; Duck Neck could sell at a high price.
But nobody dared to take up his offer. Everyone might muster the courage to give Feng a beating, leaving him disabled wouldn’t be too difficult, but killing someone was crossing the line. For 500,000, it really wasn’t worth it.
However, they were even clearer on one thing: it’s useless against such wealthy people… they could spread their money far and wide and take your life!
Among the rich, there are those who are afraid of trouble, but clearly, Feng Jun wasn’t one of them.
They ate late into the night, and by the time they finished drinking it was almost half-past midnight. Some began rowdily playing mahjong, while Duck Neck took the woman to an adjoining room for a quick session.
After finishing, he still wasn’t sleepy, so he took a beer and some peanuts, sat under the eave, and looked up at the dark night sky, pondering nonstop: what’s to be done?
In these hard economic times, it’s not easy for thugs to make money. He was just hoping to recover his principal within six months; it was already quite humiliating, but having dealt with Feng Jun, he believed others wouldn’t say much.
But if he couldn’t even get the principal back, he would become a joke. After all, the scheme he set up to trap someone was known by more than one person. If, in the end, he wound up losing money, how could he face anyone?
So there he was, pondering while drinking, occasionally scrolling through short video clips on his mobile phone, and before he knew it, time had flown by.
At five o’clock, the mahjong game broke up, and Ku Chao and Baldy also came out, each holding a beer to join him.
Then the three of them started talking about the events of the previous day again, discussing what kind of response to give Feng Jun.
“If it really comes down to it, we might just have to accept it,” Ku Chao seemed more resigned, “Consider it paying 150,000 for peace of mind. Boss, you know as well as I do, there’s some peace of mind that you can’t even buy with money.”
This wasn’t just empty talk; the hooligans might seem flashy on the surface, but if those above really decided to come after them, there would be no chance of escape. To be able to pay money for their freedom was already quite lucky.
If you don’t believe it, just grab any hooligan and ask them if they’re afraid of a crackdown.
Any problem that money can solve is not a problem—especially for hooligans.
(First update, cheers to the alliance master of Maple Cottage.)
