Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 197: Inside Story (Second Update)

Feng Jun took less than two minutes to get dressed, with his clothes, shoes, and socks on, and grabbed his handbag and walked out.

After he left the room, he couldn’t be bothered to open another one just to wash up, without a doubt he, in the prime of his youth and health, had neither body odor nor bad breath, so it wouldn’t affect others.

It was only after he got into the elevator that he remembered something and hurriedly pressed the button for the basement level.

When he got to the Passat, he leaned over and saw through the car window, sure enough, the young, plump driver was curled up on the back seat, deeply asleep, with his feet in plastic bags to prevent dirt on the seats and the spread of foot odor.

Feng Jun tapped on the window; the driver opened his eyes and climbed up, yawning while pushing the car door open, “Down already… Where to?”

You’ve got bad breath! Feng Jun stepped back and exclaimed in surprise, “I mean, did you sleep here all night like this?”

The driver glanced at him and seriously corrected him, “I’ve been waiting all night, only slept for a bit. This waiting time, it’s charged.”

Feng Jun helplessly slapped his forehead, “How could you sleep comfortably here? Seeing me not coming down, you could have just called me… How much could waiting time possibly cost? If you caught a cold, it wouldn’t be enough to cover the medicine.”

“The underground parking isn’t that cold,” the driver said with a simple smile, then straightened his face and asked tensely, “You did promise, after all, it would be double the charge.”

“How much could double the fee even amount to?” Feng Jun said, shaking his head in a mix of amusement and disbelief, but the next moment, he remembered the times he’d been strapped for cash—back then, he had been trying every possible way to earn each extra buck.

Therefore, he had no right to belittle the other person, so he pulled out a dozen hundred-yuan bills from his handbag and slapped them into the driver’s hand, “All right, keep the change. But there’s one thing I have to say… you can’t wait for people like this in the future, lucky for you I’m reasonable.”

“Thank you, Boss Feng,” the driver said, happiness shining in his eyes as he stashed the money away. He had waited in the car for over seven hours, even if it was eight hours, the charge for waiting was only 320 yuan, doubled would be 640 yuan, plus the driving he’d done earlier, the amount he received was more than ample.

However, he was still a bit miffed by Feng Jun’s criticism. Since the money was now in his hands, he felt compelled to explain, “I didn’t know how long you’d be upstairs, sir. I worried that calling you too early might interrupt your business, and calling too late might disturb your rest.”

Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered to argue seriously with him and waved his hand dismissively, “In the end, you earned money sitting down. Okay, leave the car keys and go.”

After watching the designated driver leave, he got in the car, called the front desk to have breakfast delivered to the luxury suite he had reserved for himself, and only then dialed Manager Chang’s number.

Manager Chang didn’t answer his call, and he wanted to call Wu Limin, but he didn’t remember the guy’s phone number—not just anyone could be added to President Feng’s contacts.

Fortunately, yesterday’s call log was still there. He searched for Wu Limin’s mobile number from memory and called it.

Regrettably, Young Master Wu also didn’t answer the phone, possibly because he had gone to bed too late.

In fact, Wu Limin was woken up by the ringtone at that moment, seeing the bold “Feng Jun” on the mobile display, he didn’t dare pick up the phone.

An early morning call like this definitely wasn’t bringing good news.

And now, given the situation, he could only stand up and head down to the large dining hall on the first floor.

Wu Jianguo was already up and eating breakfast in the dining hall. Seeing the expression on his son’s face, he frowned and slammed his chopsticks down on the table, “Damn it… what trouble have you gotten yourself into now?”

Someone died yesterday, and soon I have to rush to Donglin. Can’t you, young master, keep out of trouble for once?

Wu Limin recounted last night’s events with a shaking voice.

When Wu Jianguo heard the story, he flew into a rage, “Damn it, you actually drugged Zhang Weihong? Forget it, I might have to disown you today, to save you from further disgracing me!”

He truly had no choice but to be angry. In his plan, Zhang Weihong was a potential ally, perhaps even someone who could influence Feng Jun through her connection—but you’ve pushed such a fearsome person to the opposing side?

“I initially intended for Xiao Chang to drink it, so she would cling on to Feng Jun,” Wu Limin trembled as he explained, “It was Zhang Weihong who showed up uninvited, and Xiao Chang passed her the bottle, not me.”

Wu Jianguo was so angry he shook all over. He wanted to give his son a painful beating, but he knew that beating him wouldn’t solve anything, and he bellowed, “Couldn’t you have stopped Zhang Weihong?”

Wu Limin looked helplessly at his father, “I really wanted to stop her, but what could I possibly use as a reason?”

Wu Jianguo stood up angrily and began pacing around in the dining hall, his mind rapidly weighing the costs and benefits.

His son drugging a woman with the surname Chang was something they were prepared for—not a big deal, but blowing the cover in front of Zhang Weihong was serious—what with the ambiguous relationship between Zhang Weihong and Feng Jun, jealousy might well be ignited upon learning the truth.

How the hell did I end up with a son like this, look at the mess you’ve made.

But the next moment, he stopped in his tracks, “Feng Jun and Zhang Weihong… What do you think is the nature of their relationship?”

If the two of them had already been together for a while, the nature of this incident wouldn’t be so serious.

“The two of them, the two of them…” Wu Limin stammered over “the two of them” for quite some time but didn’t dare to continue: it seemed they weren’t…

Just then, Wu Shao’s mobile phone rang, and a text message came through.

He swiped open the mobile phone, carefully placed it on the dining table, and said, “Take a look for yourself.”

Wu Jianguo dashed over in one quick movement, picked up the mobile phone, and saw that it was a message from Feng Jun—”Wu Shao is making progress, even learning to drug people. Our feud is never going to be settled.”

“Damn it,” President Wu flung the mobile phone aside and grabbed a stool, intending to hit his son. But when he looked up, he was surprised to find his son had already run to the staircase, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Mom, Dad’s armed and attacking me…”

After sending the text message, Feng Jun wasn’t sure what to do—he figured Manager Chang wouldn’t wake up until noon.

Fragments of time are the most annoying! He sighed, got in the car, and drove towards Peach Blossom Valley.

He was somehow unaccustomed to not having charged his phone overnight, so he went back to the villa to charge it, then took another nap.

Usually, she had a lot to deal with, but today she was really tired, and decided to take a break and enjoy a little leisure time.

Sister Hong fiddled with her mobile phone, playing with a farm app for a while, then began to flip through a novel called “Seeking the Love Envoy,” occasionally smiling absentmindedly, her gaze wandering, clearly not focusing on the book.

On the nightstand, the breakfast the waiter had brought up was now cold. The packaging was open, but it had barely been touched.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang, displaying “Tian Laosan” in large characters. She hesitated for a moment but then answered, “Boss Tian, hello, long time no see. What can I do for you?”

“Who am I to give directions in front of you, Sister Hong?” A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone, “I heard there was a bit of a situation at my little club last night?”

Zhang Weihong felt her face heat up, “Oh, is that so? Maybe… I’m not very clear on it.”

“Hehe,” Boss Tian laughed again on the phone, then asked caringly, “You didn’t come off worse, did you? I remember very well that you… you’re quite sensitive to many drugs, um, allergic constitution.”

“Tch,” Zhang Weihong raised her hand to her forehead, speaking with frustration, “What exactly are you trying to say, Lao Tian?”

“Hehe,” Lao Tian laughed again, “You dared to drink that wine, surely you had your reasons… You can’t blame me for not being a good host.”

“Sure, I had my reasons; I like Feng Jun, but I got cold feet,” Sister Hong burst out suddenly. Once she got going, she was unstoppable, “So I just went for it with the help of alcohol… What’s it to you, Lao Tian, got a problem with that?”

“How would I dare?” Lao Tian, hearing her say that, softened his tone, “Sister Hong, you’ve been kind to me.”

“What’s this about kindness or not, it’s such a small matter, is it worth mentioning all the time?” Zhang Weihong spoke up boldly, “But let me tell you, Lao Tian, you’re too soft. Someone pulls this kind of trick in your place… and it seems you even knew about it, and you can tolerate that?”

She really didn’t know who had drugged her, but as Lao San had said, she was extremely sensitive to such drugs. From the first sip, she knew something was off, which made her wonder—who the hell did it?

Zhang Weihong clearly remembered that when she entered the private booth, the bottle was already open; she didn’t know for how long, but without a doubt, she had gone there spontaneously, so the drug wasn’t meant for her.

Before she entered the booth, Manager Chang was the one sitting there, meaning… she was most likely to drink it.

Sister Hong reasoned that Wu Limin was the most likely culprit. Manager Chang might look a bit coquettish, but she certainly wouldn’t drug herself, right?

So, she had reason to scorn Lao San: You knew about it and still talk to me this way, what a wimp!

There was a twitch at the corner of Boss Tian’s mouth on the other end of the phone: Actually, I’m even softer than you think.

But, now that he knew the whole process, he couldn’t be assertive either. Since Xiao Chang herself didn’t object, what could he do?

So he let out a dry laugh, “I’ll definitely have a word with Lao Wu, but right now… Sister Hong, you’re not too upset, are you?”

Zhang Weihong spoke coldly, “Lao Tian, it’s inappropriate for you to ask like that, are you trying to plead his case?”

“I just want to sort out the matter and make sure we’re on the same page first,” Boss Tian answered with a smile, “Of course, I definitely won’t tell Lao Wu that you can detect those drugs… How about this, what do you want to get from Lao Wu?”

His words were more reasonable, and Zhang Weihong found no cause for anger. She pondered a moment, reluctantly said, “Whether his son is the mastermind behind this is still up for debate.”