Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 558 -

Chapter 558: 558

If the person had come straight for Uncle Gen, it would have been fine, but his use of “riffraff” managed to insult everyone present.

Feng Wenhui, running a small business, values amicable relations for wealth and said nothing. Feng Wencheng, working as a manager in the engineering department of a hotel and soon to be promoted, was a bit irritable and snorted coldly, “Duck Neck, who let you in?”

“You know me?” The leader, thin and dark, really resembled duck neck. He looked at Feng Wencheng with suspicion, and realizing he didn’t know him, huffed, “I’m only here for Liu Laogen… it’s none of your business.”

As a local ruffian used to throwing his weight around, it was quite normal for him, but he didn’t intentionally offend others. He thought he was being quite polite.

“None of our business?” Zhang Zeping slammed the table hard. He was already in a state of excitement, and with his brother-in-law and Feng Jun around, he directly confronted, “Damn it, we were drinking, and you barged in… ever heard of trespassing?”

Duck Neck looked at him in surprise with a hint of a sneer at the corner of his mouth, “Zhang Laoyao? Whose pants flew open and let out a sticky rice chicken like you?”

The small county town, it’s really small. Duck Neck was relatively well-off, so Feng Wencheng knew him, and Zhang Zeping, who idled his time away on the streets, was known to Duck Neck.

Duck Neck also knew that Zhang Zeping loved to play but was cowardly and unreliable, earning him the nickname “Sticky Rice Chicken,” essentially deemed a prodigal. Although he had two brothers-in-law who didn’t do too badly, they were just brothers-in-law. Now if Zhang dared to provoke him, he’d dare to smear it in his face.

“Can we talk about this outside?” Uncle Gen finally spoke up, then glanced at Feng Jun as if seeking help.

He knew Feng Jun was on good terms with the young members of the Dou Family and even knew Dou Jiahui. He knew Director Dou as well, but whether they’d take his side was another matter—after all, who didn’t know each other in a small county town? What counted was the relationship.

Feng Jun tapped the table twice, “Uncle Gen, we haven’t finished our drink… Let’s talk after we’re done.”

Duck Neck glanced at this young man, a bit astonished. After all, he was part of the underworld and understood how to read people.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall any bravo suddenly appearing in Chaoyang. Thus, Feng Jun’s casual manner of speaking just seemed like posturing to him.

What he hated most was someone posturing in front of him.

All in all, since he didn’t know who this person was, even if he suspected that the person was a ticking bomb, he’d still have to face him head-on—as a man of society, it’s about not losing face.

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Grinning viciously, he said, “Kid, are you insisting on taking this on? Do you think you’re up to it?”

“I don’t just think I’m up to it; I really am,” Feng Jun lifted his head to look at him and pointed to himself, “My name is Feng Jun. Give me an outcome within a day, and now you can get lost, remember to close the door behind you.”

“Feng… Jun?” Duck Neck frowned and thought for a moment, his expression changing drastically, “Boss Feng who wants to buy the mountain? Dou Jiahui’s big brother?”

“You’ve barged into my house,” Feng Jun said with a deadpan face, pointing at the table, speaking slowly, “I’m actually curious about who gave you such boldness?”

Duck Neck was taken aback, squeezing out a smile on his face, “Alright, since Boss Feng is here in person, let’s leave it for another time then. Chief Dou has always been good to our brothers.”

His compromise was not because of Dou Jiahui. He knew the father and son of the Dou Family and had even interacted quite a bit with Chief Dou—does a deputy chief of the police not interact with goons?

The one he truly feared was Feng Jun’s enormous wealth.

To be honest, Chaoyang has always had a fierce tradition. In the eyes of the braves, rich people are nothing special. But times have changed, and the rich are now the bosses. This trend even spread to the relatively closed-off Chaoyang.

He was not afraid of ordinary rich people; in fact, he performed services for them. But faced with the legendary figure planning to buy a mountain, Boss Feng, with a net worth of several billions, he really had no confidence.

However, it was merely out of wariness, so what if Feng was rich? Feng had made his fortune elsewhere. Had he been a local tycoon, Duck Neck wouldn’t dare to offend him, but… Feng wasn’t.

So he retreated, giving the other man face, but that was all.

Feng Jun picked up his glass, then drank it down in one gulp, with a trace of a mocking smile on his lips, “Do you think, without Dou Jiahui, I couldn’t handle you?”

Of course, Duck Neck thought so.

However, making a living wasn’t easy these days, and amicability was the way to prosperity. He also smiled, “I know Boss Feng is rich and commanding, I wouldn’t dare to cross you. But it’s just my brother who barged through the wrong door, why can’t you let it go, Boss Feng?”

“Just barged through the wrong door?” Feng Jun squinted his eyes, looking at him with a half-smile, “I don’t like to punish without teaching, so let me make something clear… Uncle Gen is my family’s old neighbor, and this person you say whose pants flew open, is my second aunt’s brother.”

Sticky Rice Chicken is related to you? Duck Neck was a little taken aback.

He genuinely looked down on Zhang Zeping and hadn’t refrained from taking advantage of him—Zhang’s brand-new four-star Mobile Phone, which he had just bought at the beginning of the year, was borrowed by Duck Neck to play with and casually given to a hair salon girl.

After tenacious pestering from Zhang, Duck Neck only returned the Mobile Phone ten days later, by which time it had acquired quite a few scratches.

But having already bullied him, bringing that up now was pointless, so without saying another word, he turned and left.

If he continued to talk back, he would have truly offended the billionaire to death.

However, Feng Jun didn’t want to let him off so easily. He spoke with a heavy voice, “Remember, I gave you a deadline. If you don’t know how to appreciate that, even Director Dou can’t protect you!”

The trio hurriedly left. After exiting the yard, he violently spat, “Damn, it’s really bad luck to have stumbled into Feng Jun’s house. Ku Chao, how did you get your information?”

Ku Chao, the one with fair skin and somewhat handsome features, answered cautiously, “Boss, who could have guessed that such a shabby place could be Feng Jun’s home?”

This old street in the county had produced quite a number of notable figures, but most of them, after gaining some renown, would usually leave the old street. The area that was most popular forty or fifty years ago was now simply unbearable.

Not to mention the unstable electricity due to illegal constructions, just sharing faucets and toilets with the public was something most people couldn’t stand.

Three old households had moved out of Feng Jun’s family courtyard for this reason, while Feng Wenhui’s family previously had no means to move and couldn’t bear to leave the neighborhood convenience store. Who could have imagined that in just a few short years, they would strike it rich and become billionaires?

“Still talking back?” Duck Neck raised his leg and kicked at his bend, “Fuck, you think you’re right?”

Ku Chao didn’t get angry; instead, he smiled apologetically and said, “Boss, what’s done is done. We have to think about how to deal with the aftermath.”

“Aftermath? What fucking aftermath,” Duck Neck scoffed with a cold laugh, “Worst comes to worst, we just won’t go into that courtyard anymore. I don’t believe that Liu Laogen won’t come out.”

“Boss,” Ku Chao became anxious, his voice even lower, “Didn’t you hear what Feng Jun said? Even Chief Dou can’t protect you.”

“I know that old Dou has a good relationship with him,” Duck Neck spoke nonchalantly, then paused, “Huh? Chief Dou can’t protect me… what does that mean?”

“He’s saying that even if you’re closer to Chief Dou, if he wants to move against you, Chief Dou can’t help you,” Ku Chao explained in a low voice, “He already said it, he’s not playing games with the Dou Family.”

“Holy shit,” Duck Neck said, suddenly stupefied, “He means he dares to go against Director Dou?”

Another delinquent chimed in, “It sounds like… that’s what he means.”

“Really?” Duck Neck stroked his chin, pondering, “He’s just a bit wealthy, right? No, we need to ask around. The tone this guy uses is disrespectful to old Dou…”

As they left the courtyard, the atmosphere at Feng Jun’s dining table was a bit awkward too. Uncle Gen smiled bitterly at Feng Wenhui, “Wen Hui, I’m really sorry… ruined everyone’s good mood.”

Feng Wenhui shook his head calmly, “It’s okay… But them constantly bothering you isn’t right either.”

Zhang Zeping slammed the table and cursed fiercely, “That Duck Neck is really a piece of shit… Uncle Gen, what does he want with you?”

“Ah, don’t mention it,” Uncle Gen sighed heavily, “It’s a sin…”

The trouble had been caused by his son. Uncle Gen had two children: an elder biological son who was three years younger than Feng Jun, followed by an adopted daughter who was now fourteen years old.

The elder son, who didn’t learn his lessons, got hooked on gambling and gambled away the family’s house.

He wasn’t the homeowner and actually had no right to gamble away the house, but with debts of a hundred and fifty thousand, he could only write an IOU and use the family home as collateral for his debts.

Uncle Gen beat his son half to death, but debts had to be repaid. He also owned another apartment in the city, well-situated and currently rented out.

If a house had to be sold, it would definitely be the one here in the courtyard. However, the area was now slated for demolition, and the property values had skyrocketed. Duck Neck was pressing them to move out daily, even producing the debt agreement.

Uncle Gen hoped to delay it a bit, but postponing payments meant incurring interest, and the interest was not low.

Duck Neck had said, if you keep dragging this out, be careful, or one day your son might just disappear.

Hearing this, Feng Wencheng interjected in surprise, “Xiao Kai… it’s hard to tell. He wasn’t like that as a kid.”

“He didn’t plan to play so big,” Uncle Gen said with a face full of distress, “He was forced into it, they insisted he play.”

Zhang Zeping nodded empathetically, “Duck Neck and his lot are real bastards.”

Uncle Gen glanced at Feng Wenhui, “Wen Hui, could you… maybe ask Xiao Jun to mediate for us?”

They were old neighbors, and with the adults at home, he wouldn’t discuss it with Feng Jun first. That’s the decorum.

Feng Wenhui and Feng Wencheng were different; he had witnessed Xiao Kai go bad step by step. Of course, the kid hadn’t caused trouble in the old courtyard, so he sighed, “There are domineering women, but I’ve never heard of forced gambling… Uncle Gen, you spoil him too much.”

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