Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 181: Making a Fool of Oneself in Every Possible Way

Wang Haifeng was quite depressed. He got home very late yesterday and, to prove he hadn’t been out eating wild, even submitted his “homework.”

Being woken up by a phone call early in the morning was truly annoying.

However, there was no helping it. Who made him drive his own Q7 yesterday? It led someone to trace his phone number directly.

The caller identified himself as “Xiao Luo,” saying he drank too much yesterday, offended the “big brothers,” and wanted to apologize in person today.

Coach Wang didn’t want to deal with him and said that what you need to do now is compensate for the car, and then we can consider the matter settled.

But Xiao Luo insisted on apologizing in person, adding that even with compensation, a timeline and method of transfer needed to be agreed upon.

—”I’m reimbursing you with a new car; you have to give me the old one, right? We need to discuss the transfer of ownership, don’t we?”

Upon hearing this, Wang Haifeng agreed, so he promised to inform President Feng on their behalf.

Feng Jun thought about it and agreed that the matter needed to be dealt with, so he set the time to meet at the Penglai Grand Hotel at ten o’clock.

At Penglai, his reputation was very significant, and his deeds were widely known. If the other party took the time, they could easily learn that he was not someone to be trifled with.

At ten o’clock, when Feng Jun arrived at the Penglai Grand Hotel’s second-floor tea house with Li Xiaobin, the tall and short duo were already waiting there. They both stood up upon seeing him enter.

Wang Haifeng sat in a booth diagonally opposite them, accompanied by a performer from the bar they were at yesterday.

Upon seeing this, Feng Jun couldn’t help but tease him first, “Lao Wang, what’s this… risking your life eating pufferfish?”

“Cut it out; times have changed. Eating pufferfish isn’t that dangerous anymore,” Wang Haifeng answered nonchalantly, then gave Li Xiaobin a knowing wink.

Li Xiaobin stayed silent. Yesterday’s shout of “two thousand for an overnight stay” was simply her throwing in the towel, intentionally tarnishing the camaraderie among classmates. Now a “gold collar” with a monthly income of fifty thousand, her change in mentality was heaven and earth.

“She’s now my personal assistant,” Feng Jun stated clearly, “I don’t get involved with people close to home. You should also rein in your lowbrow humor, and don’t mistake crassness for wit.”

“Cut it out,” Wang Haifeng retorted disdainfully, raising his middle finger, “Your crassness is wit, and my wit… is crassness? Double standards much? You’re slick, young man, I’ve got my eye on you.”

Feng Jun didn’t bother with this loudmouth, “We both know who’s playing with fire… I don’t have the inclination to dampen your spirits either.”

“Enough bickering,” Wang Haifeng spoke languidly, “Sister Hong just called, inviting us to climb White Deer Temple this coming weekend. Will you go?”

“I’ll see when the time comes,” Feng Jun answered and then turned his head to glance at the shorter man, “Speak up if you have something to say.”

He had struck up a conversation with Wang Haifeng upon entering because he felt this guy was too frivolous, but at the same time, he intended to leave the other two hanging—weren’t you acting all high and mighty yesterday? Show me how mighty you are now.

The swelling on the shorter man’s forehead hadn’t subsided, bulging out like half a goose egg. The taller one was doing better—yesterday, he just tried to hold onto Feng Jun and got kicked away, sustaining no significant harm.

The shorter man had been honestly watching them converse and, upon hearing Feng Jun speak, promptly answered with an ingratiating smile, “President Feng, about yesterday’s incident, it was my fault… I drank too much, I deserve to die.”

His movements and expressions were extremely respectful, as obsequious as how he had treated young Master Wu yesterday, to the point of being repulsive.

“Don’t say that, it’s just uninteresting,” Feng Jun waved it off, speaking decisively, “Whether you drank too much or not, I’m not sure. All I know is… if I hadn’t been capable, last night, the one to die would have been me.”

“All the faults are mine,” the shorter man said, still smiling and continuing to bow, “President Feng, if you could be magnanimous and forgive me this once, I’d never dare again.”

“It’s not about who forgives whom,” Feng Jun stated indifferently with a wave of his hand.

Indeed, he had harbored resentment about the man’s arrogance yesterday, but seeing him so submissive, he didn’t plan on making matters worse—there’s a limit to killing, and that was enough.

Thus, he expressed coldly, “No need for more words. Compensate for the car. I have no interest in purposely making things difficult for a small fry like you.”

He felt his stance had no issues, posturing just right.

However, upon hearing this, the shorter man’s face contorted into a knot, and he spoke with great distress, “President Feng, you must forgive me, should I… should I kneel for you?”

With that, his legs buckled, and he really did fall to his knees.

“What are you doing?” Feng Jun frowned, feeling an inexplicable irritation.

A man’s knees are more precious than gold; Feng Jun had never knelt to anyone other than his elders since childhood.

He disliked kneeling and looked down on those who did, so the man’s actions evoked intense repulsion in him.

Thus, he said impatiently, “There’s no issue of forgiveness between us. To be honest, I’m not even interested in dealing with you… Just compensate for the car and disappear.”

The short man remained kneeling, pleading bitterly, “President Feng, please spare me this once, I really have no money.”

“I’ve already told you…” Feng Jun’s face was full of impatience, but the next moment, he was taken aback, “What? No money?”

He hadn’t expected the other party to give such an absurd reason.

The short man stretched out his hands in front of him and lay prostrate on the ground, “President Feng, I really have no money, how about… I kowtow to you?”

The tea house they were in was a facility of the Penglai Grand Hotel, usually with only five or six guests. Apart from their group, there was only one waiter and two middle-aged men present.

These three looked at the short man in surprise, clearly not expecting to witness such a rustic scene in such a setting.

“Do you think you’re an ATM, money comes out when you kowtow?” Feng Jun got angry, “Whether you have money or not, what does it have to do with me… compensate for the car!”

This guy had a thick enough skin to actually start knocking his head on the floor, making a thumping sound.

Feng Jun scoffed, “Go ahead and kowtow if you want, it’s none of my business… even if you break through the floor, you still have to compensate for the car.”

Wang Haifeng was originally just watching the drama unfold, without intending to speak up, but he couldn’t help but interject, “Wu Jianguo is wealthy and powerful, is he short of such a small amount of money?”

This Wu Jianguo is the father of the young Wu Jianguo, who ran a construction company in Chaoge City. After his business expanded, he came to the provincial capital to develop, and is currently running quite a prosperous business, with assets worth several billion.

No matter what, a Phaeton car was something Wu Jianguo could afford to compensate, and not to mention his son, who wouldn’t lack such a small amount.

The short man straightened up, and answered sheepishly, “But… I took this initiative on my own, it has nothing to do with young master Wu. The boss has already said that I have to pay with my own money.”

When Feng Jun heard this, he laughed out of anger, “This Xiao Wu is interesting, huh? In trouble, he’s involved, but when it’s time to pay, he’s nowhere to be seen… for such a small sum of money, is it worth losing face like this?”

“President Feng, this really isn’t young master Wu’s fault,” the short man said earnestly, his expression cleared up as he explained, “It’s all my fault for taking initiative and presuming to guess his intentions.”

Li Xiaobin gave Feng Jun a meaningful look upon hearing this, then nodded slightly, indicating that this explanation was more credible.

She had had multiple encounters with young master Wu and was able to make a certain judgment.

It was only now that Feng Jun remembered that when Xiao Wu left yesterday, he hadn’t even glanced their way. He had said goodbye to Manager Chang with a smile, without mentioning the incident at all.

At the time, he thought the other party was just putting on airs, but now he realized that the young fellow very likely didn’t take the matter to heart—when he went to the nightclub and saw someone he liked, he’d spend money on them. If they could be won over, he’d take them home; if not… then just let it be.

It’s not just Xiao Wu, Wang Haifeng is also that sort of person, right? Spending money for pleasure, focusing on the process, not demanding on the outcome.

As Feng Jun figured out that this might not be an excuse from Xiao Wu, he became even angrier.

He looked at the short man irritably and said coldly, “The thing you came to me for, you did it on your own initiative?”

In an online novel called ‘Official Immortal’, Feng Jun had come across a viewpoint: though the young masters are detestable, the lackeys and lackadaisical ones around them are truly the most hateful.

Without these people stirring up trouble and making arrangements, the young masters would be bad on their own, sure, but they are just one person. How much harm could they do?

When he first read that novel, Feng Jun didn’t quite understand it, even suspecting whether the author had ulterior motives to whitewash.

But after actually encountering a similar situation, he had to admit: the guy who wrote ‘Official Immortal’ indeed possessed thorough insight and wisdom like an ocean.

Amid his realization, he was, of course, very angry. So you dared to do such a thing just to please that little whipper-snapper?

However, the short man didn’t feel there was anything wrong with his actions and even had the mind to explain, “President Feng, it was Xiao Bing who provoked young master Wu first. The boss is broad-minded, but we who depend on him for a living can’t just watch young master Wu get taken advantage of.”

He spoke these words so openly, without a hint of shame.

But Li Xiaobin couldn’t stand it anymore. She let out a cold laugh, “In fact, you’re just racking your brains to suck up. In your eyes, there’s only that young guy. You don’t care about anyone else’s feelings, nor do you have a sense of right or wrong… truly shameless!”

You’re calling me shameless? The short man looked at her coldly, and you think you’re qualified to say that?

But the next moment, he put on a smile, “The key is that young master Wu treats me very well, and I truly have nothing to offer in return.”

“Isn’t that nonsense?” Li Xiaobin scoffed coldly, “He treats you so well… he could have compensated for your car.”

The short man’s expression darkened, and after pausing, he spoke weakly, “That… obviously wouldn’t be possible, I caused this problem, so of course I have to own up to it, and he also demanded that I gain your forgiveness.”

In other words, young master Wu had also put quite some pressure on him.

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