Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 487 - : Returning Home Is Not Just About Wealth (Second Update)

Chapter 487: Chapter 487: Returning Home Is Not Just About Wealth (Second Update)

“Are we opening soon?” Feng Jun’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Haha, time really flies.”

The scenes from the last trip to Foshi seemed just like yesterday, and now the house has been rented and the decoration completed.

However, Yang Yuxin felt that her good intentions had been misunderstood and couldn’t help but mutter softly, “If you want to make more money, you have to talk business. Isn’t that right?”

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No one else was keen to respond to her, knowing she was the daughter-in-law of the Gu Family. Apart from Feng Jun, who could remain indifferent, the others were somewhat wary of her.

In the end, it was Li Xiaobin who spoke up with a smile, “Sister Yang, you’re not wrong. But President Feng is the kind of person who values his feelings over money. The most important thing is to feel content.”

“Exactly,” Feng Jun smiled and nodded, “No matter how good President Ge is at controlling costs, I don’t want to deal with that person.”

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Upon hearing this, Yang Yuxin completely gave up on the idea and could only smile with a shrug, thinking to herself that she had meant to please him.

The dinner lasted until ten o’clock at night, and early the next day, Feng Jun packed up and planned to head to Chaoyang.

When they heard he was leaving, Gao Qiang said he could follow, while Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin, who had worked hard for several days, expressed that they too wanted to get away and relax.

Feng Jing had to go back to work, but seeing the two of them going, he figured, since he had already taken ten days off, why not just go.

Li Xiaobin also expressed that she wanted to revisit the place. She was bored staying in the estate every day.

Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang had commitments in Zhengzhou and, given the current situation, they couldn’t leave either, so the two of them decided… they would look after the house.

Looking after the house was of course very important. Feng Jun expressed his support, “Make sure to keep a good watch over the backyard and the bamboo forest.”

Xu Leigang hesitated for a moment before speaking up, “Master, why don’t you shield the spiritual energy in the backyard? If we have to watch over both sides, I’m worried about any accidents…”

Feng Jun thought it over and agreed that he had a point. To be honest, heading over to give Dou Jiahui a show of support, the more people he could bring, the better the face he would show. He was absolutely welcoming of anyone willing to go. Hence, two Spirit Gathering Arrays in the estate were indeed hard to keep an eye on.

Shutting down the Spirit Gathering Array in the backyard meant that Yang Yuxin and Gu Jiahui decided they might as well follow to Chaoyang—without spiritual energy in the backyard, and the bamboo forest in the valley not welcoming them, they decided to join the group.

In fact, Yang Yuxin was very eager to please Feng Jun. To cheer him up, she even prepared a congratulatory gift for Dou Jiahui.

This time, they set off with only two vehicles, one was Feng Jun’s own Phaeton, and the other was a luxury coach.

To drive the coach, one needed an A1 driver’s license, and among the people going, only Gao Qiang was qualified to drive it.

After checking the vehicle’s condition and making all the preparations, they set off at ten o’clock.

Before starting the engine, Feng Jun remembered something, so he walked over to Feng Jing, handed her a Spirit Stone, and said in a low voice, “Take it out after you get on the bus; it can maintain the spiritual energy inside the vehicle.”

Teacher Mei was captivated by the bright red gemstone at first glance, “Wow, it’s so beautiful. I don’t need to return it to you, do I?”

Feng Jun looked at her and firmly shook his head, “When you reach the seventh level of transcending the mortal coil, I’ll give you one as a congratulatory gift.”

Teacher Mei immediately lost enthusiasm, “Seventh level of transcending the mortal coil… I feel like I might not even reach it in this lifetime.”

Feng Jun was at a loss with her attitude, “Then you figure it out.”

“Alright, alright, can’t I just take my cultivation seriously?” Teacher Mei saw his unenthusiastic look and quickly offered a smile, “I was just saying, you know.”

Truth be told, she liked to enjoy life and was fairly lazy by nature. Changing this attitude and habit wasn’t something that could be done in a day or two, but now she had started to confront this issue seriously.

She once asked herself whether it would be good to leave Feng Jun and return to her previous life.

Of course, it wouldn’t be. For her, life before was quite bleak. Now, with Feng Jun, not only was their intimate life harmonious, but she could also follow the Cultivation Path, spend money as she wished, and beautify herself casually.

Even the people she interacted with included those with considerable influence within the system, such as Yuan Zihao and Yang Yuxin.

So after some reflection, she felt she couldn’t give up her current lifestyle.

Teacher Mei boarded the bus with the Spirit Stone, and the first thing she noticed was Zhang Caixin.

She looked at Director Mei’s handbag suspiciously, “Director Mei, what’s in your bag?”

Feng Jing answered nonchalantly, “Haha, it’s a long journey… If you want to cultivate, you cultivate; if you want to rest, you rest.”

Zhang Caixin immediately caught on, her mouth twitching slightly, thinking to herself how favoring Feng Jun was.

Then Gu Jiahui also took a seat next to Director Mei, “Teacher Mei, being close to you feels very comfortable; even breathing seems effortless.”

Zhang Caixin looked at her doubtfully, feeling an inexplicable sense of caution rising in her heart.

At five in the afternoon that day, the coach arrived in Chaoyang, which was in the midst of its hottest season. Not a soul could be seen on either side of the road.

Gazi knew they were coming and had booked rooms at the Forestry Guesthouse. After everyone got off the bus, they quickly walked into the guesthouse, but even the short journey of a hundred meters left everyone drenched in sweat.

Feng Jun watched them enter the guesthouse, then turned the steering wheel and headed straight for the small store at home.

An air conditioner had recently been installed in the store to attract shoppers.

One had to admit that Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi’s generation were really frugal. They couldn’t bear to install air conditioners at home. Their reasoning was — hadn’t they lived just fine without air conditioners before?

However, it was really too hot these past two days, so the couple didn’t go home at night; instead, they slept on the floor of the store.

When Feng Jun entered the store, he was taken aback. The twenty-square-meter store was packed with twenty to thirty people, some even sitting on the floor playing poker — thankfully, the air conditioner installed was a cabinet type; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been enough to cool the place down.

Feng Wenhui and his wife were quite comfortable. One was watching TV while the other was actually watching the poker game.

Upon seeing Feng Jun come in, Zhang Junyi, who was watching TV, immediately shifted his attention. “Alright, alright, Jun’s back. Time to close shop for today.”

“No way,” cried the room full of people. “Keep it open for another two hours, please. This damn weather is just too hot.”

Some even half-jokingly, half-seriously spoke up, “Can’t we buy something? Lao Feng, get me a bag of sunflower seeds. You’ve got to let us finish them in the store, right?”

“Scram, scram, scram,” Feng Wenhui said with a laugh. “This is running off diesel-generated electricity. How much do I earn from selling you a bag of seeds? While you’re cracking seeds, think about how much diesel I’d be using up?”

This was the old town district where power lines were densely woven like spiders’ webs. In this sweltering weather, the voltage dropped significantly during the peak daytime hours and simply couldn’t support the air conditioners, so the store’s air conditioner ran on a generator.

Using the air conditioner like this might not even cover the cost of electricity, but Feng Wenhui and his wife weren’t such small-minded people. Everyone was a neighbor, and using the air conditioner to liven things up a bit was comforting to see.

After some teasing back and forth, Feng Wenhui looked at his son. “I hear from Gazi that you’re… not planning on staying at home?”

The customs in Chaoyang were still quite traditional. Hosting a meal at one’s home was the most formal gesture. Similarly, if a friend from out of town visited and didn’t stay at the host’s home, it indicated a lack of enthusiasm from the host.

Feng Jun answered with a smile, “Quite a few friends came, all to support Er Pang. We just can’t accommodate everyone at home… especially in this heat.”

Feng Wenhui acknowledged the logic in his son’s words but still held out some hope. “Come home for dinner, at least?”

“That’s impossible,” said Feng Jun with a wry smile, spreading his hands. “You two old folks would probably end up with heatstroke from exhaustion. Besides, there isn’t even room to lay out a table at our place.”

Feng Wenhui was not pleased and asked with his beard bristling and eyes glaring, “Then what are you coming back for?”

“I’m coming home,” Feng Jun replied with a smile. “Alright, you two get back to your business. I just came to check in. Remember, at 7:30 tonight at the Purple Bamboo Hall in the Forestry Guesthouse, Er Pang’s sister’s restaurant is delivering dishes. Make sure you both come.”

The Forestry Guesthouse had its own restaurant, and the Purple Bamboo Hall was the only large private room, located in a single-story building that could fit three banquet tables with a minimum spend of 1888 yuan. In a small place like Chaoyang, most people simply couldn’t afford it.

But Feng Jun was an exception. This time he came back, he had booked the only presidential suite in the guesthouse.

This tiny backwater county’s guesthouse even had a presidential suite, which was quite something… but the suite truly had all the features expected, including a reception room, an entourage room, a business office, and even a terrace.

The price wasn’t steep at 3888 yuan, but for Chaoyang, it was frighteningly high.

Feng Jun had only booked the Purple Bamboo Hall, not the guesthouse’s food. The minimum spend of 1888 was easy to meet with just a few bottles of drinks. The dishes he ordered were all from Dou Jiahui’s elder cousin’s restaurant.

The Dou family not only had a fierce reputation in Chaoyang — renown alone doesn’t solve everyday life issues. Doubtless, Dou Jiahui’s elder cousin owned a well-known restaurant in Chaoyang too.

It was famous for two reasons: first, nobody dared to cause trouble there. Many local ruffians chose it as a negotiation spot because it was understood to be off-limits for trouble. Second, the restaurant’s food was actually quite good, aligning well with Chaoyang people’s tastes.

Since Feng Jun returned to treat his guests, he naturally wanted them to experience real Chaoyang cuisine. As for the high-end dishes of the Forestry Guesthouse, they were not particularly remarkable — what’s the point of eating seafood in the inland?

However, to his surprise, the three tables… seemed to be not enough.

The people who came with him could almost fill up one table on their own. The three women, Yang Yuxin and her daughter, Li Xiaobin, along with Gao Qiang, made seven people.

The number of guests accompanying them was also quite substantial. Feng Wenhui and his wife, along with Feng Wencheng’s family of three, made five people. Then there was Gazi and his father, a few leaders from the Forestry Bureau, and… neighbors from the Fengs’ street, as well as a few people from the Dou family.

President Chao, Chao Ying, wasn’t present, but her husband was.

The news of Feng Jun’s success was no longer news in Chaoyang — having wealthy relatives in distant mountains was the norm.

But what left the deepest impression on everyone today were the women who sat at the same table with Feng Jun.