Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Disappearing Without a Ripple (Second Update)

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After such a big incident, regardless of anything else, Zhang Weihong had no interest in going hiking the next day.

Today was Saturday, a day when most people rested, but at ten in the morning, she had gone through others to obtain the cadre roster of the municipal bureau.

Zhang Caixin identified, with certainty, that Deputy Section Chief Yan Shouyi, whose name was on the list, was the man she had encountered at the Dynasty Disco.

Director Yan’s resume was very clear, and in his career, or even throughout his growth, it was impossible for him to have any intersection with Feng Jun, who had only come to Zhengyang half a year ago.

Sister Hong asked her sister repeatedly, very carefully, until Zhang Caixin was almost annoyed, before she finally stopped probing.

Sitting there and thinking for a while, a faint smile then appeared on her lips, “It seems it was his last trip to the bathroom… That’s when the crucial moment happened.”

Zhang Caixin couldn’t resist asking, “Sister, was that Liu Hong killed by him?”

“Did he say that?” Sister Hong glared at her fiercely, “Don’t jump to conclusions… Murder requires atonement!”

“But…” Zhang Caixin wanted to argue but felt a bit intimidated.

“It’s merely a disappearance,” Sister Hong finally regained composure, sometimes what really matters is not the truth, but in this affair, all she knew was that Liu Hong might be missing, and she knew nothing else about it.

Besides, for a cancer like Liu Hong who had troubled too many people, his disappearance was too ordinary; even if someone reported it to the police, the police might not be very interested—who knows if that scoundrel had just run away?

To put it more bluntly, for social scum like this, the police would rather they just dropped dead—as long as it wasn’t in their own district.

Once she understood this, her spirits immediately lifted, “Alright, let’s go get the Jade from Feng Jun’s place.”

The two sisters took two cars and arrived at the villa in Peach Blossom Valley, only to be received by Li Xiaobin, which they didn’t expect.

After last night’s event, Zhang Caixin felt she shared a secret with Feng Jun, so she looked at this woman with a somewhat scrutinizing gaze.

Sister Hong, on the other hand, didn’t show much reaction. She was as expressionless as ever, the very image of a domineering female CEO, “Where’s President Feng?”

Li Xiaobin didn’t pay much attention to Zhang Caixin; in her view, that was just an immature kid—pretty indeed, but seriously too green.

However, facing Sister Hong, she could feel the intense pressure, perhaps due to the aura; hence, she said very politely, “President Feng is exercising in the backyard; you can take a look at the Jade first.”

There were a dozen pieces of Jade, just piled up in a corner of the living room, quite messily arranged—anyone who wasn’t blind could see them.

But Zhang Weihong, who claimed to be particular, brought three men and a woman who were very well-mannered; they didn’t approach to look at them directly.

Upon hearing Li Xiaobin’s words, Zhang Weihong’s eyebrows knitted slightly, “Please tell President Feng that if he’s not here, I can talk to you, but since he is here… I’ll wait until he’s done.”

After hearing this, Li Xiaobin turned and went out the door; in a short while, she returned, accompanying Feng Jun.

Amidst the cool autumn weather, he was only wearing a pair of sports shorts and a tank top, with a faint vapor still wafting from his head.

After entering, Feng Jun first poured himself a glass of water, gulping it down several times before speaking with a smile, “Now that you’re here, just move them, why wait for me?”

“This… let’s just estimate the price,” Sister Hong hesitated before responding; just yesterday, she thought that whatever the Jade could fetch, she would sell and settle the account—after all, she wouldn’t cheat Feng Jun.

But after last night’s incident, she suddenly realized that she was becoming less and less able to understand this young man.

Therefore, regarding their collaboration, she too must treat it seriously, not so casually anymore.

“No need,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, “whatever the selling price later, we’ll just settle up; if it really doesn’t work out… Xiao Li, you take a couple of videos of each piece of Jade, so we can reconcile the accounts later.”

Xiao Li… Li Xiaobin sighed inwardly. A perfectly good classmate had morphed into an employee; her title had gone from “Class Leader” to “Xiao Li”—you really switch roles effortlessly.

Actually, she had braced herself for such a role shift and kept reminding herself to maintain the proper position.

But seeing other women able to converse with him as equals, she always felt a surge of indescribable melancholy.

Nevertheless, melancholy aside, she still managed her emotions well, “President Feng, may I assign numbers to these pieces of Jade? It would be convenient for looking them up later.”

“Sure,” Feng Jun nodded, then broke into a smile, “You’ve got a good assistant here, with some initiative; moving forward, you’ll have to help put these affairs in order.”

He had relied purely on his prodigious memory when he sold Jade in the past. When there was less, it didn’t matter, but as the accumulation grew, things easily became chaotic and disorganized.

As a student of market management, he knew well that such a situation was unacceptable, but until recently, he had been too busy to care about these minor matters. Now seeing Li Xiaobin offering suggestions, he naturally praised her.

Thinking of numbering the Jade wasn’t hard; what he appreciated was this sense of initiative.

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Li Xiaobin reveled in the praise and immediately ran to grab paper and pen, bustling about with glee.

Meanwhile, Feng Jun sat before the tea set, starting to fuss over brewing tea for Sister Hong and the others.

Sister Hong glanced at him with a smile and spoke softly, “President Feng really has management capabilities, huh? Just a few words, and you’ve charmed the young girl to happiness.”

“Of course, I have management capabilities,” Feng Jun replied nonchalantly. “Sister Hong, you know that too. Back in the day, I was your security team leader.”

“You, you’re always pricking at me with a few words when there’s nothing to do, does that make you happy?” Sister Hong glared at him, unamused.

“Not happy at all,” Feng Jun said, as he filled the pot with tea leaves, grinning mischievously. “Didn’t I say yesterday that I still owe you… two days?”

“Yeah right,” Sister Hong snorted contemptuously. As a mature person in society, she had gradually become immune to his flowery talk, knowing that the more embarrassed she appeared, the more he would gloat.

Instead, she decided to tease him back, “Your little assistant was working here last night, wasn’t she? And you’re still not happy?”

“She actually came this morning,” Feng Jun looked at her, “Otherwise, would I be exercising so early if I hadn’t been so ‘energetic’?”

With a “pfft,” Sister Hong laughed, then composed herself and nodded seriously, “It’s good to exercise more when you’re young.”

“How can you say such things?” Sister Hong scolded him with a glare. “Cai Xin is still here, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“It’s fine,” said Zhang Caixin with a giggle, “Just pretend I’m not here.”

“Alright, let’s change the subject,” Feng Jun said, smiling as he steered the conversation away.

If he couldn’t carry on with his witty banter without consequence, it would only hurt himself, “Do you know Wu Jianguo?”

“Wu Jianguo from Sheng Tang Construction?” Zhang Weihong’s eyes fluttered with curiosity.

“That should be him,” Feng Jun nodded, “It was his son’s lackey who found Liu Hong to target me.”

“That guy?” Sister Hong’s expression turned serious, “You can’t take him lightly; everyone says he’s easy to talk to, but from what I know… anyone who really crosses him ends up in a bad way.”

“It was his son’s guy who hit my car,” Feng Jun snorted coldly, then stated indifferently, “I gave him three days to compensate me for the car, and it’s been three days… It seems like he really doesn’t respect me.”

“It’s more than disrespect,” Sister Hong hadn’t even spoken when Zhang Caixin already piped up, “They’re contacting Liu Hong to scheme against you, if I had your skills… I’d fix them!”

“It’s a good thing you don’t have Feng Jun’s skills!” Sister Hong glared at her fiercely before turning to Feng Jun and seriously advised, “This Wu Jianguo… if you’re going to deal with him, you better make sure to finish it in one go, otherwise, you might have endless trouble.”

Feng Jun let out a disdainful scoff, “The worst comes to worst, I’ll just send him a plane ticket. How hard can that be?”

However, in the next moment, he thought of Manager Chang, a woman who had made a good impression on him. “Never mind, I’ll ask someone first.”

“Sending a plane ticket?” Zhang Weihong looked at him strangely, “If that happens, I should take care of it myself, don’t fight with me over it.”

“You don’t know the inside story,” Feng Jun shook his head, casually reaching for his mobile phone, “I need to contact someone…”

He called Manager Chang, who took a long time to answer the phone, her voice still muffled, clearly indicating that as someone working in the entertainment industry, she usually woke up quite late.

But, once Manager Chang heard that Wu’s underling had contacted Liu Hong to go after President Feng, her sleepiness vanished instantly, “Wait for me for a moment, ten minutes… I will call you back in ten minutes.”

After Feng Jun hung up the phone, he realized Sister Hong was looking at him oddly, “Haizhou’s Lao San… the Tian Laosan who’s developing Crimson Dragon Mountain?”

You sure know all sorts of people, Feng Jun nodded, “It’s him.”

“He still owes me a favor,” Sister Hong spoke indifferently, “Since it’s him, then go ahead and make your contact first.”

Manager Chang said she’d return the call within ten minutes, but it took her a full forty minutes to finally call back, “Hello President Feng, this is Xiao Chang. About the matter you mentioned, do you have any evidence?”

Feng Jun chuckled, “Heh, you’re asking me for evidence? Then never mind, there’s no need to bother Manager Chang with this.”

“It’s not that,” Manager Chang hastened to clarify upon hearing this, “President Wu mentioned that his child is still young and didn’t know any better; compensating for the car is not a problem, consider it making a new friend. But about the Liu Hong situation… he wants to know more details.”

If it weren’t for people saying that Wu Jianguo was not someone to be messed with, it would be evident in this: a Phaeton car conceded without hassle, not beating around the bush. His current difficulty was in compensating for the son’s henchman who had enlisted a criminal figure to deal with the opponent… How should he compensate for that?

Money was no issue, but there had to be a method!

It was precisely because of this that Manager Chang took so long to make this call.

“Liu Hong’s matter?” Feng Jun replied lazily, “Then he can go and find out, I don’t have any evidence.”