Chapter 198: Mischievous Child (Vote for us with your monthly ticket, third release)


    Lao Tian, upon hearing Sister Hong’s words, knew there was a chance and immediately spoke up in support.


    “Look, I know that kid from Lao Wu, and he really doesn’t have the guts… I can vouch for that.”


    “Yeah, no guts,” Sister Hong let out a long sigh, “daring enough to drug someone and then watch me drink it, he really isn’t that bold.”


    Isn’t this just being contradictory? Boss Tian gave an awkward smile, “Sister Hong, between just the two of us, didn’t he actually do you a favor with his actions? I think… just ask for whatever you want, and let’s put this thing behind us once it’s settled.”


    Sister Hong was silent for a long time before snorting coldly, “You don’t need to discuss this with me, let him go find Feng Jun.”


    “Alright then, if you’re willing to let him off, he should already be grateful,” Lao Tian let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, “As for Boss Feng’s side, whether they can sort it out is none of my business.”


    They chatted idly for a moment before hanging up the phone.


    Sister Hong no longer felt like reading. She leaned on the bed in a daze, reflecting on yesterday’s satisfaction, her own wildness, and the reprimands she had feigned that morning…


    As she thought, she felt a rush of heat on her face. Lifting her hands to cover her face, she rubbed it a few times before letting out a muffled wail that seemed like a low moan, “This little bastard!”


    Feng Jun rested until noon before he ended his half-asleep state. Upon entering the living room, he saw Li Xiaobin with a towel wrapped around her head and arge mask on, vigorously sanding down the characters on some equipment.<div>


    When she saw hime out, she put down her work and removed her mask, “What shall we have for lunch?”


    Just as Feng Jun was about to speak, his mobile phone rang.


    He saw the caller ID, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he answered the call directly, “Wu Young Master, you still have the guts to call me? I’m truly ashamed, it seems I took myself too seriously.”


    “Don’t be upset, President Feng, don’t scare me, I really am a coward,” Wu Limin got straight to the point, “Regarding yesterday’s incident, I’ll definitely give you an exnation, but before that, could I just exin a couple things?”


    Feng Jun paused for a moment then coldly said, “Fine, I won’t say I didn’t give you a chance… but make it quick.”


    Wu Limin had many ws, but he did have one strong point: his execution ability.


    Sure enough, he only spoke briefly, “The drug was meant for Manager Chang, and I have found the person who was scattering the beans.”


    Feng Jun was truly surprised that this guy got straight to the point, and he started to see him in a new light—this kind of material, if born into an ordinary family, would likely live a muddled life, but as a second-generation rich kid, he was qualified to be the guardian of a household.


    Since both matters were rified, Feng Jun didn’t avoid them any longer. His first question was about the identity of the person who scattered the beans.


    It was a kid who found a toy gun at home that could shoot beans. He took it out to y with other children, but he tripped, spilling a pocketful of beans all over the ground. The mischievous child didn’t think much of it and ran off—the house was full of beans anyway.


    This bean-shooting toy was a thing of the past, hardly sold anymore, and adults wouldn’t think of connecting scattered beans to a child—this was a blind spot. Thus, only now did they finally find the person.


    If that mischievous kid hadn’t taken the gun out again today, who knows when they would have uncovered the truth.


    Next came the exnation about drugging, with Wu Limin unreservedly admitting that he did it to curry favor with Feng Jun, and even Manager Chang had tacit approval. How could he have anticipated Sister Hong barging in out of nowhere?


    Feng Jun was taken aback for a moment, as his earlier message was merely a bluff. “Why didn’t you stop it?”


    Wu Limin asked quite bluntly: It’s fine for me to arrange women for you, but what if Sister Hong gets jealous?


    This reasoning rendered Feng Jun speechless, but well… it was still considered thoughtful.


    So he casually remarked that the matter needed Sister Hong’s forgiveness, and speaking to him was pointless—if she didn’t forgive them, neither would he. It was that simple.


    After hanging up the phone, Feng Jun sensed something amiss. As he looked up, he noticed Li Xiaobin staring nkly at him.


    An odd feeling arose in his heart, but he quickly adjusted his attitude. “What were you saying? Oh right, lunch… Sure, let’s order takeout. I’ll have tworge bowls of stewed noodles and a big serving of stewed vegetables.”<div>


    Li Xiaobin heaved a deep sigh, “Would Manager Chang… really be willing to be drugged?”


    Hearing about drugging wasmon in entertainment venues, but as she saw it, the performance bar where she worked was rtively formal. Moreover, Manager Chang was a manager who could directly converse with the boss.


    Seeing her distressed look, Feng Jun felt a bit of sympathy, yet in the end, he made his stance clear, “Is it appropriate for an employee and a boss to discuss such matters?”


    Li Xiaobin stared at him nkly for a long time before giving an oddly amused smile, “You’re right…”<div>


    That afternoon, Wu Limin called Feng Jun again, hoping to meet with President Feng to discusspensation over Xiao Luo’s matter—he had already contacted Sister Hong, who entrusted President Feng to handle the matter entirely.


    Without another word, Feng Jun called Sister Hong.


    Yet Zhang Weihong’s voice was icy, indicating she had no interest in this matter anymore—”To me, yesterday’s events are in the past.”


    Feng Jun’s mood suddenly became much lower. At this moment, he somewhat understood the meaning of “winning the world but losing you,” which was indeed a terrible life experience.


    He nned to give the Wu family father and son a hard time, not letting them off easily.


    However, Wu Limin was quite impressive, and unexpectedly threw out a tempting proposal, “The ce where you’re renting a vi, that barren hill bought by our fellow townspeople, are you interested in buying it? The hill is now quite well-greened.”


    Feng Jun was quite tempted by this suggestion. The deep-rooted love of the people of Huaxia fornd was ingrained in their bones, and he was no exception. And since he had lived there for a while, he was very familiar with the two hills.


    The ce wasrge enough to facilitate transporting things between the two nes and was secluded enough to meet his low-profile requirements.


    The key was that thend was really suitable for nting various crops, and the infrastructure was also sound. Even if one day he could no longer enter the mobile phone space, relying solely on the output of thisnd, life would not be too bad.


    But there was one problem: if he was going to lease a mountain, why not go back to his hometown? There were also many mountains around his hometown.


    Zhengyang was certainly more prosperous than his hometown, but after all, it was not his native ce.


    Feng Jun’s ultimate dream was to have his own piece of heaven and earth deep in the mountains and forests, away from the world’s noise, peaceful and natural, apanied by heaven and earth—at most, pulling a fiber optic cable over.


    As for the inconvenience of buying necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea, well… he could just use the flying sword technique.<div>


    Anyway, he felt that these two hills were not quite to his liking.


    But Wu Limin, unaware, kept on endlessly promoting the ce.


    In his words, it wasn’t easy for his fellow townspeople to get thisnd; all the procedures wereplete, with all the stamps sealed, a lease term of seventy years, of which only just over four years had passed.


    Moreover, his fellow townspeople were nning to seriously manage the ce, and all the basic infrastructure was set up.


    Originally, they would never have sold it. Even now that they were nning to immigrate with the whole family, thisnd was a fallback option. If not for the Wu family’s intervention, willing to give them face, it would be impossible for others to even negotiate.


    Feng Jun remained unmoved, saying if the Wu family only had this much sincerity, then forget it—let’s set aside Xiao Luo’s matter and enmity of drugging Sister Hong for now and talk about itter.


    He really intended to put it aside, but Wu Limin did not think so: you wouldn’t one day suddenly send me an airne ticket, would you?


    So he pleaded earnestly, saying if you n to start construction somewhere, our Sheng Tang will offer construction at cost price, guaranteeing the quality.


    Actually, Feng Jun had an idea in mind: if you help me deal with Jubaozhai, I’m willing to forgive you.


    After settling the grudges with Liu Hong, he felt not only enlightened, but also realized, based on the reaction of the Wu family father and son, that a certain degree of assertiveness was not a bad thing—good people are bullied, good horses are ridden; that’s just the way of the world.


    Therefore, he believed it was necessary to make trouble for Jubaozhai. Even if he wanted to let them go, Wang Weimin would not appreciate it.


    And why should he let them go?


    If those who infringed on his interests did not receive the punishment they deserved, what would others think? Would they perceive him as weak and easy to bully?<div>


    After the establishment of Huaxia, they fought with the United Nations forces, with India, sent troops to Myanmar, fought with the Soviet Union, supported Vietnam inbat, andter fought with Vietnam too. Were they too militaristic? No, it was necessary.


    Peace was won by fighting, not by enduring. He had always looked down on those who yed the virtuous Holy Mother.


    However, Feng Jun soon gave up on expecting the Wu family to intervene: they hadn’t mentioned it, and he would definitely not bring it up himself—making it seem as if he was wary of the Wang family, which would be too embarrassing.


    It was indeed Wu Limin’s proposal that sparked an idea in him, so he made a call to his father, Feng Wenhui, asking his dad to help him look into leasing barren hills near his home.


    This was one of the few calls he made home since arriving in Zhengyang. His father was quite surprised at his request, and persistently asked him, are you nning to farm back home? Was college for nothing?


    Feng Jun exined, “I want to lease arge area, at least a few thousand acres, of course, I don’t have that much money, I’ll be partnering with others.”


    The old man then remembered that his spouse mentioned the son seemed to have made some money, “Who are you partnering with? These days, you can’t judge a book by its cover, and it’s not easy to do business with partners… Is it Xu Leigang who brought the generatorst time?”


    “Xu Leigang has gone to Imperial Capital,” Feng Jun was about to continue when the doorbell rang.


    Li Xiaobin went to open the door, and a person walked in from outside, who else could it be but Xu Leigang?


    Fatty Xu, who had taken the Body Tempering Pill, had sessfully lost weight, and though he was still heavy, he had lost at least thirty pounds.


    He moved much more nimbly than before, walking briskly while smiling and speaking, “This trip to Imperial Capital really made a ssh… if it wasn’t for the rush toe back, I could have gallivanted for another month. Everything’s been alright here, right?”


    Upon hearing this, Feng Jun’s eyebrows instantly raised, “How’s your elder brother doing any better?”


    (Three more chapters to go, loudly calling for monthly tickets.)<div>