Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 635 - Heroes and Villains of the Grasslands
Chapter 635: Chapter 635: Heroes and Villains of the Grasslands
Chapter 635: Chapter 635: Heroes and Villains of the Grasslands
Shen Guangming identified four main groups of suspects, and one of them was a shocker—the enterprise of the Nihong Nation located in the Shu Region.
This speculation took the other three by surprise. Xiao Tian voiced what everyone was thinking, “You’ve watched too many patriotic war dramas, haven’t you?”
As for Feng Jun, he furrowed his brow, “Emei… does it count as a ground for Keido Buddhism?”
Buddhism also has significant influence in Nihong, where Keido Buddhism has a larger share.
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Although Shen Guangming practiced Buddhism, his foundational knowledge was not very deep, “Everyone says that Emei is the sanctuary of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva; that should be considered part of Keido Buddhism, right?”
Director Yang thought about something else, “Do those Nihong people often go to Mount Emei?”
“They do visit often,” Xiao Tian nodded. As a police officer, she had the authority to speak on this, “Apart from Keido Buddhism, Emei is also one of the Four Great Buddhist Sanctuaries, attracting many visitors from Nihong.”
Feng Jun’s frown deepened, “But why would Emei have an issue with me? I can understand that, but what’s their connection with the people from Nihong? Are they… just looking for trouble?”
“That’s a tough one,” Shen Guangming’s complexion had improved considerably, and his voice grew stronger as he spoke, “People from Nihong just can’t stand to see anything good; have they not coveted our Huaxia treasures enough?”
Feng Jun always felt that involving the Nihong people was somewhat odd, but for the moment he couldn’t afford to think too much about it, so he asked if there were any other suspects besides these four groups.
Shen Guangming indicated that, on the day of the incident, he had his suspicions about Zhu Yuefu.
Others might not know much about Boss Zhu, but he was well aware of him. Boss Zhu himself might not be frightening, but what was alarming was the clout of his community, all of whom were in the medical business with significant influence throughout the country.
Take Yunnan Province, the producer of “cloud goods,” for instance—Boss Zhu’s compatriots could even collude with foreign powers.
This was no mere hearsay; it was indeed the case. Shen Guangming had heard that Zhu Yuefu had previously been involved in maritime adventures. How could such a person lack international contacts?
Without foreign connections, how could you even think of smuggling?
When Shen Guangming initially told Zhu Yuefu that he could introduce ‘cloud goods’, it was a sort of test for Boss Zhu.
As far as he was concerned, the shooting incident at the entrance of Emei Martial School had five groups with the most probable guilt.
However, what followed proved that Zhu Yuefu was preoccupied with hiring someone for a ritual, greatly diminishing his likelihood as a suspect.
Master Shimingxin was not someone easily persuaded to perform rituals. If Boss Zhu decided to ask him to conduct rituals in the evening, it would be impossible simultaneously to hire a gunman for an afternoon assassination—the resources wouldn’t stretch that far.
Within these most dubious four groups, Shen Guangming believed that the Nihong people and the monks from Emei were the most likely suspects.
As for the reason, it was quite simple—the slain gunman had distinct physical features of a Nanyue person.
As for the other two suspect groups, both were from Daoist Sects. It wasn’t that Shen thought little of the Daoist Sects; it’s just that their influence in Southeast Asia wasn’t significant.
Are there Daoists in Southeast Asia? Certainly, there are even Daoist Temples. But it must be noted that Daoists focus on self-cultivation rather than external matters.
In contrast, Buddhism has significant influence in Southeast Asia. As for the Buddhist precept of non-killing, just listen to it.
When others kill, they don’t call it killing; they call it converting.
Shen Guangming specifically pointed to one country—Siam—where Buddhism is the state religion.
Moreover, Siamese people have a special regard for Nihong people, showing them an extraordinary degree of favor. He had been to Siam several times and noticed that the cars on the streets were mostly Nihong brands.
Therefore, he believed that for the Buddhist practitioners from Nihong Nation, finding a few Nanyue assassins to carry out the job wouldn’t be too difficult—it would be easy to orchestrate.
Feng Jun had no authority to voice his opinions on this; his passport was devoid of any Customs seal. Although he had been to Myanmar, it was through smuggling, but even so, he knew Myanmar had many Buddhist temples.
After listening to Shen Guangming’s analysis, everyone fell silent. After a long while, Yang Yuxin nodded, “I’ve been to Siam, and their attitude towards Huaxia is actually quite ordinary… Their impression of Nihong is genuinely favorable, even though they were invaded by Nihong during World War II.”
“At that time, they believed that the Nihong people were of the Yellow Race and were liberating them from colonial rule by the White Race. And after defeat as Nihong’s ally during World War II, it was uncommon for them not to have been asked for reparations but instead to have received compensation from Nihong.”
Xiao Tian picked up her mobile phone and glanced at Director Yang, “I need to report this latest situation.”
Yang Yuxin didn’t mind at all. She gave Shen Guangming a look and spoke indifferently, “Put down the mobile phone, go for a walk.”
The corners of Shen Guangming’s mouth twitched involuntarily: Did he still have to go out?
He had already been kneeling in the rain for seven or eight hours!
But he truly couldn’t refuse the request because Director Yang had said—put down the mobile phone!
Both he and Director Yang were well aware of the little secrets hidden in the mobile phones.
To carry a mobile phone meant the possibility of being monitored—after all, even Zhu Yuefu knew to throw his mobile phone next to the Provincial Government Dormitory.
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Leaving the mobile phone behind means there’s some serious talk to be had.
Shen Guangming was very clear that the suspects he mentioned were merely an overture, a prerequisite to earn the understanding of Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin.
As to whether they would truly forgive him, that depended on the subsequent negotiations.
The three of them stepped out of the room again, and this time, no one brought their mobile phones.
Shen Guangming gestured to someone in the distance, and a young lad got out of a car parked a hundred meters away, holding an umbrella and a long down coat. It seemed that President Shen’s people had been waiting there all along, yet didn’t dare to offer him the umbrella or coat.
Shen Guangming glanced at Yang Yuxin with a pitiable look, “Director Yang, can I… put on a coat?”
Yang Yuxin waved her hand nonchalantly, now was really not the time to fuss over such things.
After the lad handed over the coat and umbrella, he retreated obediently, leaving the three to stroll slowly in the rain.
Shen Guangming fished out a cigarette from his coat pocket, offering one to Feng Jun. Seeing him not take it, he started smoking himself—he had been craving a smoke since he had been kneeling there, over eight hours without a cigarette.
After greedily finishing a cigarette, he finally spoke up, “I want to give up on the Buddhist Sect and devote myself entirely to the Daoist Sect. I wonder, Master Feng, do you have any advice for me?”
Feng Jun looked at him and shook his head slightly, “I’m not interested in interfering with others’ beliefs.”
He said as much, but Shen Guangming was well aware that he had to make a clean break with the Buddhist Sect. Not to mention anything else, just Master Shimingxin’s use of rituals to harm others had thoroughly displeased this mysterious young man.
So, he spoke again, “But when it comes to the Daoist Sects, I’m only familiar with Qingcheng. I don’t know if Master Feng has any revered figures from the Daoist Sects in high regard, I am willing to follow Master Feng’s guidance.”
This meant he was even ready to give up on Qingcheng. He had no choice, after all, Master Feng’s visit was targeted at Qingcheng.
This guy really was decisive. Even Feng Jun felt a twinge of admiration inside. Those who could conquer territories with their bare hands were never simple characters.
However, he had no intention of offering guidance, he wasn’t even interested in continuing the conversation.
It was Yang Yuxin who snorted coldly, “Let’s talk substance, we’re both very busy.”
Shen Guangming hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage to speak, “I’m willing to pay a hush money of two hundred million, as a small token to both of you.”
Yang Yuxin remained silent, but Feng Jun pulled out a cigarette and began smoking calmly on his own.
Shen Guangming hesitated again before steeling himself to say, “However, my business is in decoration, which involves a lot of government contracts and large pre-payments, so I cannot come up with that much cash at once… I can pay it off within half a year, is that okay?”
Feng Jun still did not reply. Instead, it was Director Yang who let out a laugh, ambiguous in its meaning, “Heh.”
Shen Guangming thought for a moment, then blurted out resolutely, “Master Feng, Director Yang, I am but a worldly man, and I don’t really understand much else. Two hundred million is truly the limit of what I can manage in the short term.”
Feng Jun’s lips twitched but he remained silent. It was Director Yang who laughed again, “You’re talking to us two… about money?”
“I know I’m not worthy,” Shen Guangming admitted openly, “but… I’m worldly, and besides financial compensation, if there are any other orders from you both, as long as I’m capable, I will not hesitate.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun couldn’t help but snort. If Zhu Yuefu had your attitude and boldness, would he have ended up in such a predicament?
Of course, Zhu Yuefu’s example played a large role; without it, how could Shen Guangming bear to casually throw out two hundred million?
Shilihe’s decoration company in Jin City was quite large, but its net profit a year didn’t exceed a hundred million. Taking out such an amount of money, especially within half a year, meant a tremendous sacrifice.
When Yang Yuxin heard his snort, thinking he was dissatisfied, she spoke more seriously, “Master Feng, you should have an idea of what you like… do you have any old Daoist relics?”
“Daoist relics?” Shen Guangming frowned and thought for quite some time before hesitantly saying, “I don’t have anything suitable at the moment… but if you point out where I might find it, I promise I’ll obtain it.”
Feng Jun snorted again and finally responded, “If I knew where to find it, would I need to ask you?”
The nerve of you to even think about approaching Luohua Manor, it seems you’re bold enough to lay hands on precious things when you see them.
How astute was Shen Guangming? He didn’t mind Feng Jun’s haughty demeanor at all but nodded decisively instead.
He spoke with a smile in his eyes, “Alright then, I promise that within a year, I’ll send people to at least a hundred Daoist Temples to collect information, then report back to you, Master Feng, and it’s up for you to decide what’s suitable.”
Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin turned to look at him seriously at the same time, evidently surprised by his answer.
Feng Jun couldn’t help but comment genuinely, “Director Yang, your Jin City truly deserves to be called the Land of Abundance, where treasures and talents abound, and dragons and snakes hide in the grass, adept at seizing any opportunity.”
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