Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 182: Ruthless Second Generation (First update to congratulate Alliance Leader Black Wolf)

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Being a bootlicker to this extent is really quite pathetic, but Feng Jun didn’t feel the least bit of pity for him.

He wasn’t in a hurry to express his stance but instead took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, creating a certain pressure on the other party, before speaking slowly, “So last night, who kept calling out ‘Young Master Wu’ over and over?”

He thought his question was heart-piercing, but to his surprise, the short guy actually had the nerve to reply confidently, “I would’ve preferred not to drop Young Master Wu’s name, but would any of you even recognize my name… Do you know who I am?”

“Pfft,” Wang Haifeng had been drinking tea and upon hearing this, couldn’t help but spit it out, so he grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, “Damn, I’ve never seen anyone this shameless.”

The short man remained unfazed by the comment, “Elders have said it doesn’t matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches the mouse it’s a good cat. If I have such resources and don’t know how to use them, then I really wouldn’t know how to live, right?”

Feng Jun was truly so angry he wanted to hit someone, and he said with a sinister tone, “So crashing into my car, that was you making good use of your resources too?”

This question contained a logical trap; if the other side dared to admit that he was exploiting Young Master Wu’s identity, as the victim, Feng Jun would have reason to cause trouble for the “exploited.”

However, despite the short man’s nonsensical and confusing chatter, when it came to this question, his answer was surprisingly on point, “This wasn’t utilizing resources, it’s purely my own fault. If you don’t give face to Young Master Wu, for me, that’s… when the lord is insulted, his subjects should die.”

Feng Jun was speechless again. He blinked several times before asking with obvious curiosity, “Then why aren’t you dead?”

This time, the short guy was lost for words, and after a long while, he replied, “It’s my fault anyway, I beg you to show mercy…”

While speaking, he prostrated on the ground and started to knock his head on the floor with a thud, “Please spare me this time, I really have no money.”

“You really disgust me,” Feng Jun frowned as he spoke, “No money? Go ask your master for it… if you don’t compensate, face the consequences!”

Upon hearing this, the short man abruptly straightened his back and stared at him intensely, speaking in a chilling tone, “So you’re not willing to forgive me?”

“Haha,” Feng Jun laughed, then turned his head to look at Wang Haifeng, “Did you see that, Haifeng? The level of this face-changing… he could go perform Sichuan opera, right?”

“Curious,” Coach Wang shook his head, genuinely amazed, “I really couldn’t imagine someone could be so shameless… indeed, my conscience has limited my imagination.”

The short man didn’t care about their sarcasm. On the contrary, he stared at Feng Jun and scoffed, “Yesterday, there were sixteen people on our side who got injured, with three seriously wounded and nine needing hospitalization… I spent a lot of money to keep the situation under control.”

“What’s the point of telling me this?” Feng Jun glanced at him dismissively, “Why don’t you tell Brother San and Manager Chang, huh?”

Someone had already taken responsibility for these matters; why would he bother himself with that?

The short man’s face grew even more ferocious, “So you’re not going to give me any face at all?”

“Get out!” Wang Haifeng couldn’t bear it anymore, “Say one more word, and I’ll beat you up!”

But Feng Jun was looking at the teahouse waiter, “Could you please find out if there are any surveillance cameras here?”

The waiter was momentarily taken aback before shaking his head, “Well… there are some near the bar, but we don’t have cameras here. The customers would mind.”

Before the waiter could finish speaking, the short man got up and left. When he reached the door, he twisted his head back to give Feng Jun a venomous look.

Feng Jun paid him no mind and just stated indifferently, “I’m giving you three days.”

As for what would happen if there was no response within three days, Feng Jun didn’t specify.

Feeling aggrieved, the short man went to a villa in a certain residential community.

It was a villa with a history of about ten years, not very big, about two hundred square meters of build area, bought by Wu Jianguo as the first villa in Zhengyang, where now Young Master Wu lived.

When the short man arrived, Young Master Wu had just woken up, having spent a busy night and was now having breakfast with two girls.

The heating in the villa was turned up high. The three of them were only wearing bathrobes, leaning back on the sofa, eating and flirting with each other.

Seeing the short man enter, Young Master Wu stopped what he was doing and slightly lifted his chin, “How did it go?”

As he spoke, one of the girls picked up a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then placed the cigarette to his lips.

The short man sighed and answered despondently, “I got down on my knees and kowtowed, but they insist on being compensated for the car, or they said, they’ll let you, Boss, wait and see.”

“I find this puzzling,” Young Master Wu took a drag on his cigarette and looked emotionlessly at him, “The mess you created… how did it end up involving me again? Is this how you help me with things?”

Young Master Wu, named Wu Limin, how should I put it? As a rich second generation, he has many traits of the second generation, including a common characteristic, which is fear of his father; he is quite an obedient child.

The family education Wu Jianguo provided was strict, or to be more precise, President Wu had always been cultivating in his son a reverence for society.

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He started from Chaoge, not knowing how many overt and covert battles he had to fight to grow and expand the company, and then he moved to the province capital, Zhengyang. During this period, he really went through a lot.

He was indulgent with his son as well, never batting an eyelid about spending money, but he had one firm requirement: you can’t just bully people!

The Wu Family was indeed rich, but Wu Jianguo was very clear that in some people’s eyes, that wealth meant nothing.

This was his only demand for his son: You like to spend money? Fine, I’ll give you money! Want to play with women? No problem… but if you dare to provoke people for no reason, I’ll see how I deal with you!

Wu Limin was indeed very obedient. Although he was quite amorous, he had money. Whenever he liked a woman, he simply showered her with cash—ten thousand couldn’t get her? Then another ten thousand…

What, throwing money at her doesn’t work? Then just find someone else.

Starting a huge conflict over a woman seemed utterly worthless to him, including Xiao Bing from yesterday. He was a bit unhappy when he said, “Why won’t you come with me?” But if she didn’t want to go… then so be it.

Xiao Luo and the others went “to persuade” Xiao Bing, and he knew about it. He still didn’t take it too seriously, though. If they could persuade her, great; if not, no big deal.

He left the performance bar and only later found out about the incident that had taken place there, so he made it very clear: This wasn’t my idea, whoever did it should own up to it!

So, he was quite unhappy when Xiao Luo tried to drag him into it: Damn it, what does this have to do with me?

He had already covered the medical expenses for those guys, which was more than generous, right?

Xiao Luo, the shorty, was feeling very distressed at the moment. He knew that Wu Shao (Young Master Wu) didn’t like to cause trouble, so when something happened, he’d step up and back up the boss.

But at the same time, he was also aware of another characteristic of the boss: Wu Shao might not provoke outsiders, but he was quite ruthless with his own people.

The reason was simple: dealing with outsiders, Wu Shao worried that he might accidentally provoke someone dangerous. But when it came to his own underlings, how could he not know their backgrounds?

For those guys whose backgrounds he knew inside out, there was no need for politeness. If they provoked him, so be it. Unconvinced? Bare your teeth for me to see.

So, with such a lack of discrimination between outsiders and insiders, was Wu Limin not worried that “once people lose heart, the team is hard to lead”?

Cut it out, Wu Shao may lack other things, but not money—if you don’t want to mix with me, then just leave, there are plenty of others waiting to take your place.

So Xiao Luo could only sullenly reply, “I’ve emphasized over and over again that it has nothing to do with you, but that Feng person said he doesn’t care about that. He demands that I pay for his car within three days.”

Wu Shao gave him a look and said indifferently, “Then just pay it. I knew nothing about this… or do you expect me to pay for you?”

This hurt a little bit, but Xiao Luo was used to it. The boss was always ruthless with his own people; he could only reply resolutely, “Even if I wanted to pay, I can’t afford it. I think he’s inevitably going to come after you.”

It was true, Xiao Luo might come up with a couple of ten thousand to compensate for a smashed Passat, but buying a new Phaeton? Don’t joke; if he did well working for Wu Shao, he’d be thinking about saving a million or two, then retire.

He wasn’t unwilling to compensate; he objectively lacked the capability. Sooner or later, he’d still have to drag Wu Shao into it.

Hearing this, Wu Limin became unhappy, his face darkening, “I already said to handle it yourself… are you really determined to drag me into this?”

Xiao Luo spread his hands, “I’ve said it time and again that it has nothing to do with you, but whether they’re willing to believe that, well… that’s hard to say. That Wang guy even said, how come Wu Jianguo can’t fork out this bit of money?”

“Damn it, he dares to casually call my father by his name?” Wu Limin snorted unhappily. But that was all; the manufacturing Wang Family in Zhengyang had some clout—after all, Wu Shao didn’t provoke outsiders.

But when someone insisted on implicating him, Wu Shao was quite unhappy. He said expressionlessly, “Explain it once more, if you can’t manage that, then don’t bother coming back.”

“How can you be so blind?” Xiao Luo stomped his foot impatiently, “Even if I don’t come back, the money will still fall on you, won’t it?”

“That’s true,” Wu Limin paused a moment, then glared at the short-statured Xiao Luo resentfully, “Damn it, can’t you keep out of trouble? Then tell me, what do you suggest? I’ve been to see Manager Chang, and she said my dad should go see her boss.”

“That Chang woman is charmed by that simple-minded young man,” Xiao Luo snorted coldly, “so it’s no use going to her.”

Helpless and stuck with a boss who was inwardly crippled yet outwardly tolerant, Xiao Luo had to skilfully sneak in his personal agendas.

Wu Limin was taken aback upon hearing this, “Holy shit… what kind of taste does that Chang woman have, liking that kind of older man?”

Nowadays, many young men liked women who were a bit more mature; he was no exception.

The next moment, he became irritated again, “Xiao Luo, if you can’t handle even this, then forget it, you’re no longer to follow me from now on.”

(First update, honoring League Master Black Wolf.)