Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 565 - : Aftermath (Third Update for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 565 -565: Aftermath (Third Update for Monthly Tickets)

Zhang Zeping’s impression of Feng Jun had remained unchanged from four or five years ago.

At that time, Feng Jun was considered a model child by others, having good grades, being filial to his parents, uniting with his classmates, and working very hard after starting his career. Except for a bit of a temper sometimes, he was virtually problem-free.

That’s why Zhang Zeping felt he could join Feng Jun’s project, helping out someone he considered family while also earning a handsome income.

He really hadn’t expected that Feng Jun, without him noticing, had become so domineering, not even to mention being hung up like duck necks and underwear, but even causing car accidents and murder.

But on second thought, he gained some insight, how could Feng Jun have made so much money if he wasn’t ruthless and bold?

Even if one makes money, it’s not certain one can keep it!

However, despite being shocked, he was still a bit incredulous, Could that seemingly filial youngster really do such a thing?

So he quietly made inquiries at the hospital, wanting to know what duck neck and underwear had to say about it.

Yet, as soon as he showed up at the hospital, a petty hoodlum spotted him and came over immediately to tell him, “Brother Bo wants to see you.”

Seeing Zhang Zeping on his hospital bed, duck neck was extremely affectionate and even gestured for someone to give him a kidney phone—this was last year’s model, I’ve switched to this year’s new one, so I’m giving you this phone.

Zhang Zeping never had much money to spare, and buying a four-star mobile phone for two thousand yuan during the New Year was a splurge for him, so although the phone from duck neck was an older model, he was overjoyed, “Thanks, Brother Bo.”

“We’re all old neighbors, why the formality?” duck neck said with an exceptionally friendly attitude, “Just as long as you know what’s in your heart… Oh, I have to stay in the hospital for a couple more days, and if you see Liu Laogen, tell him to come to the hospital.”

Duck neck had been hanging for more than two hours and really suffered, the hospital worried that he might develop complications due to his lowered immune system after catching a cold, so they suggested he be hospitalized for observation—for at least one day.

He felt pretty good himself, already getting his strength back; after all, he was young and strong. Had it been any other time, he might have been discharged by now, not wanting to be seen as a weakling.

But this time, he had been hung up by Feng Jun, and if he were to be discharged that very day, Feng Jun might not be pleased.

—I went through all the trouble of hanging you up, and you just leave the hospital, aren’t you disrespecting my hard work?

In his opinion, staying a few more days in the hospital was not only good for his health but also an effective way to show weakness to Feng Jun.

Zhang Zeping initially wanted to find out if it was really Feng Jun who had hung someone up. Seeing duck neck’s treatment of him, where was there any doubt left in his mind?

He would have been fine with understanding the situation himself, but for some reason, after leaving the ward, he still asked the hoodlum, “What happened to duck neck… how did it happen?”

The hoodlum glanced emotionlessly at him—everyone knew that Feng Jun was not to be trifled with, but did you, a mere sticky rice chicken, also dare to show off?

Sticky rice chicken was Feng Jun’s relative, and many people had heard about this situation, but in such a small town, where everyone was familiar with each other, there were plenty who claimed kinship with Feng Jun.

Ultimately, the hoodlum still didn’t want to cause any trouble, so with a cold face, he said, “It was a group passing through from out of town, the boss and Ku Chao had too much to drink and got into a dispute.”

This was the public explanation; having too many drinks and being unable to outfight the opponent wasn’t embarrassing, but hearing it made Zhang Zeping jump—did duck neck not even dare to tell the truth?

He finally began to consider, is it really suitable for me to keep running errands for Feng Jun?

If one were to say that Zhang Zeping harbored intentions to harm Feng Jun, that would be incorrect; they were relatives and stood united, but undoubtedly, he wanted to make money from the project too.

Now that he had discovered the kind of ruthless tactics Feng Jun’s nephew was capable of, he really started to have doubts.

In fact, the ruthless pursuit of duck neck was one of the reasons Feng Jun sent a warning, not just to outsiders, but to also make people like Zhang Zeping understand: I’m not only your relative (friend), I’m also someone who’s ruthless in business.

Zhang Zeping couldn’t make a decision right then, but he still went to find Liu Gen to convey that duck neck was in the hospital and hoped he would visit.

As soon as Liu Gen heard “duck neck,” he felt troubled, “Xiao Zhang, what does he want with me?”

Playing with the newly acquired kidney phone, Zhang Zeping replied with a smile, “Don’t worry, it’s definitely a good thing.”

Liu Gen wasn’t a fool either; he vaguely guessed that duck neck must be yielding after Feng Jun got involved, but since Zhang Zeping didn’t tell, he didn’t ask further and simply acknowledged the request.

During dinner time, he made a trip to the hospital where duck neck was drinking with Ku Chao and even toasted him.

Duck neck called him over to return the IOU, although he made it clear: This time, I’m giving Boss Feng face. But next time, no one’s face will work!

From then on, he would no longer entice Liu Laogen’s son into gambling, but if that kid really wanted to play, he wouldn’t miss out on making money. If any debts arose, as long as they avoided Feng Jun and didn’t give that guy an excuse to erupt, it would be fine.

With the IOU in hand, Liu Gen was filled with mixed feelings: Just this little piece of paper had made him feel like he had been living in hell in recent days, with discord at home and endless nightmares.

He called his wife, explained the situation, and also hoped she could help borrow fifty thousand yuan to thank the Feng Family—after his son had learned to gamble, their savings had been completely squandered.

His wife was very grateful to the Feng Family, but a bit reluctant: they had already borrowed from everyone they could, plus, being old neighbors, it’s likely that Wen Hui and his spouse wouldn’t even accept the money…

The old neighbors from that era really had harmonious relationships unlike the indifferent neighborhood relations today, but there was also a downside—unless absolutely necessary, money was rarely discussed.

Liu Gen’s wife was influenced by this way of thinking and was also somewhat reluctant to part with money: the family funds had already been squandered by that prodigal son, give fifty thousand to Wen Hui’s family? In theory, some gratitude was due, but after borrowing these fifty thousand, they’d have to slowly pay it back.

She thought that giving ten or twenty thousand just to show their intention would suffice. After all, that couple wasn’t short of money, right?

“You just don’t get it,” Liu Gen scolded her on the phone, “because they don’t lack money, we need to give fifty thousand… As long as our relationship gets close, what’s this money amount to? Believe it or not, someone would be willing to spend five hundred thousand to buy the relationship between our family and Wen Hui’s family?”

Liu Gen’s wife started to understand, “Okay, then I’ll go ask my brother for help.”

Her brother also lived in the county, but was known to be henpecked—at least all the money was managed by his wife.

When his wife heard it was about borrowing money, her face changed: It’s not that I, as your sister-in-law, am stingy and won’t lend you money, but with your son Xiao Kai being such a spendthrift, no matter how much I lend you, it’s like throwing meat buns to a dog—your house is almost not yours anymore, right?

Liu Gen’s wife also felt she couldn’t save face, so she recounted the situation and also shared her husband’s analysis.

But her sister-in-law still shook her head: No way, I’m scared, really scared… You would promise anything for your son.

At this moment, her brother, who had been sitting aside smoking, spoke up, “You’re saying Boss Feng made Wang Bo return the IOU? Let me see it.”

His wife heard this and immediately got anxious, her eyes widened, “What do you want with it?”

He glanced at his wife dismissively and said slowly, “What would a woman understand? The relationship my sister’s family has with Wen Hui’s family… it’s really worth five hundred thousand!”

“I still won’t agree!” His wife was very firm, her voice particularly loud, “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. No matter how rich they are, it’s their money, what does it have to do with us?”

“I’ve decided on this matter!” Liu Gen’s brother was even more steadfast, “Wife, I never butt in on money matters, but today you have to listen to me… Lao San, go get the IOU from your husband! Without the IOU, let’s drop the subject.”

Soon after, Liu Gen himself hurried over, with a look of relief, “Ah, thank goodness it was only torn in half!”

He held the IOU in his hand and upon stepping out of the hospital room, his first thought was to tear it up and burn it, but after he had torn it once, he felt that he needed to keep the IOU for awhile to show his wife, his son, and also to Wen Hui…

But he really hadn’t expected that he would need to show it to his eldest brother as well.

Upon seeing it, his eldest brother thought, even if my sister and brother-in-law wanted to fool me, they wouldn’t show me an IOU that’s torn in half, would they?

So he instantly made a decision, “Fifty thousand, right? Okay!”

His wife was still reluctant, “The banks have already closed now… maybe tomorrow?”

“Ah,” Liu Gen sighed with a bitter smile, “once I got this IOU, I didn’t even dare to go home, for fear of bumping into Wen Hui and his spouse. I had to contact my wife by phone… These kinds of things must be shown gratitude for immediately, right?”

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His eldest brother looked at his wife disapprovingly, “Don’t you have banking on your mobile phone?”

His wife got angry too, “Mobile banking can make transfers, but it can’t spit out cash!”

The eldest brother hesitated a bit; after all, he truly didn’t manage the money and was not very familiar with these things, “Can’t you think of a solution?”

His wife shook her head, indicating she was helpless.

The eldest brother got angry, “Fine, I’ll go borrow money, and tomorrow you help me return what I’ve borrowed!”

When a man is determined to assert his will, if he considers something a must-do, his efficiency is extremely high.

He turned to a classmate from the Transportation Bureau, a section chief—in reality, a division head, with a bulldozer and a mid-sized bus at home; he wasn’t short on cash.

Upon hearing it was to repay a favor to Wen Hui’s family, this classmate immediately patted his chest, “Fifty thousand is no problem, you can pay me back whenever, but… could you help introduce me to Boss Feng?”

Anyone a bit informed in Chaoyang knew that the richest man, Feng Jun, had leased the mountain and was about to build roads and power lines, as well as purchase houses and trees. Just riding this wave and getting any bit of work would make this fifty thousand trivial, wouldn’t it?

Liu Gen’s wife, who was listening on the side, was a bit stunned—was her family’s relationship with the Fengs really worth so much?

(Third update ready, calling for monthly tickets.)