Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 434: Chapter 434 Gone with the Wind

Lin San received this response and really felt stifled: Damn, wasn’t it actually you who offended people on my behalf?

But he could only keep his anger bottled up inside, unable to vent it.

What made him even more upset, however, was that after Lin Xiaojia contacted Dou Jiahui, they found out that Feng Jun had already left Foshi and gone to Roc City.

Lin Xiaojia also felt that President Dou was somewhat fond of her, saying Roc City wasn’t far from Foshi, just tell him that and say we’ll wait for him to finish his business and come back, no matter how late.

Even though Dou Jiahui was somewhat infatuated with her, he would never let his brothers be wronged, “Manager Lin, what you’re saying really makes no sense. Who makes appointments on the same day? That’s showing too little regard for us, isn’t it?”

So, that night when Uncle Lin San hosted a dinner, only Dou Jiahui and Cousin Dong showed up.

Feng wasn’t there, and Mr. Zhou also didn’t come, but it was a six of one, half a dozen of the other situation. In the end, Uncle Lin San took charge and promised to introduce them to a lighting company—acknowledge mistakes when you make them. Now that they’ve lost a million-dollar deal, if they can obtain the other party’s forgiveness, they could work together again in the future.

Furthermore, Bai Ye could also use this as an opportunity to owe that company a favor.

It’s said that those who can truly accomplish great things always deeply understand the art of give-and-take.

Even Dou Jiahui had to admire his decisiveness, “I can’t take care of your family’s business this year, but let’s talk next year.”

Uncle Lin San also appreciated him, “I know quite a few people who value brotherhood, but I haven’t seen any among the traders for a long time. President Dou, you’re so decisive, and although I’m somewhat regretful, I respect you very much.”

Well, their relationship certainly grew a lot closer.

Feng Jun went to Roc City because of some urgent business. The chips Mou Miao had ordered had some issues, so he was going to find another supplier.

Anyway, Sister Hong was attending a meeting today, and Feng Jing was meeting with her comrades-in-arms, so there was nothing much for him to do staying in Foshi.

Feng had classmates in Roc City as well, two men and one woman. The woman was from his class, and the two men were senior classmates from the same faculty. While he wasn’t close to them at school, they had met several times while he was working in Yangcheng, and their relationship was good, helping each other with lodging if needed.

After handling his business in Roc City, he called these three to have dinner, but only one senior classmate was available. However, this senior brought another alumnus, who turned out to be from the class next to Zhang Yunzhen’s.

All three were men, and after dinner, they naturally wanted some entertainment. Going out for some singing or the like was also quite normal.

The senior wanted to be modest at first, telling Feng to save his money, but Feng replied with a smile, saying that he had settled down in Zhengyang and partnered with others in some export deals. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to Roc City for supplies, right?

Upon hearing this, the senior didn’t hold back anymore and even asked Feng what kind of business he was doing and if he needed help?

This was showing interest in getting involved. People from Roc City are used to the fast pace, and it’s common for them to speak directly due to their relationship.

Feng smiled and answered that he was doing business with Bei Xinluo, which immediately ended the senior’s inquiries.

After all, everyone lived diligently and made strenuous efforts.

The other alumnus, not very familiar with Feng, also warmed up quickly after drinking. In the KTV, hugging the girls and shouting together, the camaraderie developed quite rapidly.

In the end, this person couldn’t help but ask, “Are you and Zhang Yunzhen really okay now?”

Feng Jun and Zhang Yunzhen were a well-known couple in the school, emblematic of a perfect match.

“We’re really okay,” Feng answered frankly, “I just came over from Foshi, and I didn’t even inform her when I went to Foshi.”

This meant “not even friends upon parting,” completely severing the relationship.

But he didn’t stoop to talking about her uncle’s affair—holding a grudge meant he couldn’t let go, right?

“That’s good,” this person hesitated but still, bolstered by drunkenness, blurted out, “I saw her at the beginning of the year in Yangcheng. She was with a black guy.”

Watt? Feng Jun frowned, “A black guy?”

“Yeah, a black guy, a black guy from Yangcheng. You know what I’m talking about,” the person shrugged, “They looked quite affectionate together.”

“Damn,” Feng was startled for a moment, just a very brief moment, then rubbed his forehead, “What should I say to that?”

He had spent a considerable time in Yangcheng and knew all too well what those black guys were like.

The alumnus from the next class, who was deeply anguished by the fall of the department’s belle, said, “Old Feng, let me say something shitty, and don’t hit me… you should never have followed that kind of woman to Foshi in the first place.”

Feng was stunned again, then laughed, “Lao Gao, you’re really straightforward. Want another girl… How about a Persian cat?”

He was genuinely grateful to this person; all along, he had found it hard to escape the shadows of his first love. Once, he thought he had gotten over it, but his recent trip to Foshi made him realize that it still affected him somewhat.

Now, he felt he had truly let go for good. Although… there was an unpleasant taste in his heart, but in the end, it was for the best.

Then, he forgot when he fell asleep, only to wake up still in the KTV.

Just after returning to Yangcheng, he received a call from Mou Miao, informing him that his driver in Chaoge had gotten into a car accident and was injured by locals, who were also blocking the door demanding compensation.

Chaoge is the production site of Boiler Camel Motorcycles, and Mou Miao along with Liu Xiaoxuan were responsible for quality inspection locally. Initially, the two of them ran a family business, but with the increase in production, they also hired four locals to help out.

Among these four, one was an office clerk, and the remaining three doubled as both movers and quality inspectors.

After all, Chaoge is a small place, and the division of labor isn’t particularly well-defined, one of the movers was quick-witted and also doubled as a driver.

Mou Miao’s attention was mostly focused on the third generation machines, so this driver could actually be considered the company’s deputy head.

In fact, Mou Miao didn’t even have a company in Chaoge, he was purchasing Boiler Camel Motorcycles in his own name—anyway, the Boiler Camel Motorcycles didn’t have a brand, it was a three-no’s (no production date, no manufacturer information, no certification) product against another three-no’s product, WHO’s afraid of WHO?

Not having a company made things much more convenient. The four people hired by Mou Miao didn’t even have labor contracts, let alone benefits like social security and housing fund, but… there were also no personal income taxes.

The wages he paid were above the local average; it was enough to be taxable, and there were bonuses for discovering defective products.

Anyway, he didn’t handle taxes, and whether employees chose to pay was their own decision.

This was a very irregular hiring system, but in small places, it was quite effective, and the locals were not keen on paying taxes either.

Since the sales did not take place locally, the industry and tax departments had no means to investigate him.

The current issue was that his newly bought Highlander had collided with another car, and it was not his driver’s fault. Yet, the car was impounded, and the other party was blocking the door demanding money—regardless, it was his name on the vehicle registration.

Feng Jun hung up the phone and directly booked a flight on his mobile.

Although Mou Miao’s car had been seized, and he probably wouldn’t be threatened personally, Mou Miao was working for him, and it was he who had invited Mou Miao to Funiu from the capital. He had a responsibility to ensure the safety of his classmate.

In fact, the people from Chaoge were tough to deal with, and he was afraid an accident might occur.

The earliest available flight would take off in two hours. Feng Jun immediately called Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang, asking them to rush to Chaoge first to mobilize connections and ensure Mou Miao’s protection.

After hearing the news, Lu Xiaoning expressed his desire to go too—he had a good relationship with most of Feng Jun’s classmates.

Feng Jun said, “Gazi, you should stay and watch the house; there needs to be a man to keep an eye on things.”

Then, he called Sister Hong and Good Scenery to tell them, “I can’t accompany you guys anymore; I have to head back to Zhengyang first.”

It was a pity; he had thought that maybe during this trip, he might find an opportunity to try “Yuyu Fei” or something…

Surprisingly, as he was boarding the plane, he caught sight of the two women.

Good Scenery was in Roc City for a reunion with comrades the day before, while Sister Hong had rushed over from Foshi—though… it was only a twenty-minute drive. They had plenty of time to catch the flight two hours later.

While waiting for boarding, there was enough time for him to provide a brief introduction to the situation in Chaoge.

When it came to understanding the local affairs of Funiu Province, Good Scenery was slightly ahead of Sister Hong—she had the most comrades in Funiu.

Director Mei analyzed that Mou Miao must have been targeted, otherwise, why would the locals be in such a hurry about a detained Highlander? It should be Mou Miao who was worried.

However, she recommended resolving the issue by paying off—there’s no helping it, people within the system always prefer stability.

Sister Hong, however, did not agree with this solution, saying it seemed a bit like showing weakness.

Two hours later, the plane landed in Zhengyang, and the three of them walked out of the airport to find Zhang Caixin already waiting with two cars.

She wore sunglasses, her gaze’s focus indiscernible, but for some reason, Feng Jun always felt she was looking at him—has he been feeling a bit too good about himself lately?

After the two cars started, they headed straight for Chaoge. Good Scenery appeared to be somewhat surprised, but in the end, she didn’t say anything.

As they set off on the road, news kept coming in. Wang Haifeng’s family factory, with business dealings in two factories in Chaoge, was the first to learn the news.

The car accident was no accident at all; it was a Chaoge Cadillac that intentionally rammed into the Highlander.

It seemed disproportionate for a Cadillac to crash into a Highlander, but this Cadillac was at least twenty years old, basically belonging to the type of junker described as “everything works except for the wheels.”

But regardless, it was a Cadillac, which didn’t sound like a scammer’s choice of vehicle.

In fact, Wang Haifeng uncovered more information: recently, Mou Miao had been on a buying spree in Chaoge, and the scale of his spending made quite a few people envious.

Previously, this situation had already bothered a lot of people, but because the production scheduling was irregular back then, any family could get some work, so the discontent was not too intense.

Recently, as Mou Miao streamlined the production process and implemented bidding, those who won the bids were of course happy, but those who did not, were filled with old grievances and new resentments.

After all, after such a period of cooperation, the people of Chaoge had come to realize that General Mou was purely an outsider to the province, who had stumbled into Chaoge; he didn’t even have much of a background in Zhengyang.

—If he had a background in Zhengyang, surely someone would have notified Chaoge, that’s the usual way of doing things in Funiu Province.

(Update complete, calling for monthly tickets.)