Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 313
Chapter 313: Chapter 313 Deliberately Buttering Up
Feng Jun didn’t check into the rental apartment, but instead got directly into Yuan Huapeng’s car.
Yet, he didn’t go back to the hotel either, choosing to stay in a four-star hotel over a kilometer away from the hospital.
With a guilty conscience, Yuan Huapeng dared not ask why he decided to stay here and just watched him go through the check-in process.
Feng Jun glanced at the scenery, instructed the front desk, “Book two suites.”
The suites were quickly secured, with none of the room shortages Yuan Huapeng had mentioned.
However, the room deposit was promptly paid by the second sister, “Xiao Mei, if you still recognize me as your older sister, let me do this!”
She didn’t address Feng Jun, focusing on the good scenery instead, her intentions bittersweet.
Both suites were on the same floor, not far from each other. After everyone had a look inside, Feng Jun turned to leave, “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
Once downstairs, he looked around, quickly headed eastward, walked three to four hundred meters, turned into a yard lush with trees, surveyed the positions of the surrounding cameras, and, behind a secluded bush, ensuring no one was watching, released three suitcases.
Yuan Huapeng stayed in the room, feeling somewhat uneasy: this guy wouldn’t have slipped away again, would he?
After a while, Feng Jun returned, dragging three suitcases. Seeing him, Yuan Huapeng blinked.
This guy… he actually had someone meeting him?
Feng Jun handed over the suitcase to Feng Jing, and then glanced at Yuan Huapeng, “Let’s go back to the hospital and have another look.”
In fact, he was quite curious: why couldn’t they open their eyes?
Upon arriving at the hospital, Yuan Huakun and the eldest sister were there, greeting him with customary pleasantries.
Elder Yuan had been troubled for quite a while and had just fallen asleep. Tiptoeing over, Feng Jun took his pulse again.
After taking the pulse, he felt somewhat relieved, thankful that he had come. The elder’s vitality had decreased significantly, and even if he could withstand the next dose of the Body Tempering Pill, it was doubtful he could bear the following dose, and he might faint.
Nevertheless, why Elder Yuan couldn’t open his eyes was still a mystery to him. He could only sense that the affected area had improved considerably but was still a long way from full recovery.
As he withdrew his hand, he couldn’t help but hum softly, “Well, it’ll take another Foundation Establishment Pill.”
The eldest sister heard him clearly and was mildly shocked, “We need that green pill again?”
Feng Jun nodded, looking quite troubled. He hadn’t anticipated, due to old age and physical decline, how quickly the efficacy of the Foundation Establishment Pill might dissipate. Indeed, no matter how strong or powerful one is, no one can escape the natural laws of life and death.
Realizing this, he felt this trip hadn’t been in vain, though using up two Foundation Establishment Pills… that was indeed unexpected.
Both Yuan Huakun and the eldest sister wanted to ask why another Foundation Establishment Pill was necessary, especially since they had already spent the buying capacity of three hundred tons of explosives for the previous two pills. Adding another pill would surely increase the quota, right?
But seeing Feng Jun’s displeased expression, they wisely kept silent—after all, if they were to blame the hospital and ultimately had to take responsibility themselves, why bother asking?
They agreed not to ask, considering the elder was gradually recovering and someone would eventually decide on the matter.
No sooner had Feng Jun and Yuan Huapeng left than the eldest sister’s mobile phone vibrated. She swiped to check and let out a light exclamation.
Yuan Huakun glanced at her, “What’s the matter?”
The eldest sister hesitated, speaking with an odd expression, “The second sister said… you can start contacting models through Xiao Sai.”
The message was sent by the second sister after seeing Xiao Mei take a packet of sanitary napkins into the restroom.
Yuan Huakun felt somewhat disgusted; this was the disagreement between Hua Peng and the second sister. The second sister wanted to take the lady’s route, while Hua Peng felt Feng Jun, being young and fickle, might prefer novelty.
But here he was at his age, almost old enough to be Feng Jun’s father, yet playing the matchmaker…
While that was his thought, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yuan Huapeng, “The second sister said, Xiao Mei and Feng Jun are just good friends, it might not be what we’re thinking.”
Of course, he didn’t send this message through the group since there were children from all the families in there.
Thus, the second sister had no idea that the message she sent to the eldest sister got distorted by the time it was relayed.
When Yuan Huapeng saw the message, he paused for a moment before responding with an “OK” gesture.
It happened to be the weekend, and after dinner that evening, the second sister invited Feng Jing and Feng Jun to a music concert.
Feng Jing, being a musician with her own music store, was visibly delighted to hear she could attend a concert in the Imperial Capital.
You cannot blame people for being curious; though Xu Tiejun had offered cars and assistants, inviting Feng Jun and Feng Jing to enjoy several days in the Imperial Capital with great enthusiasm, it was the invitation from the second sister, subtly inquired after for a long time, that Feng Jing could not resist.
She did glance at Feng Jun, but the eagerness in her eyes was unmistakable.
Feng Jun scratched his chin, smiling as he nodded, “Then… let’s go together.”
His voice sounded slightly hesitant because he truly wasn’t interested in this. Feng himself, being a humanities scholar, had followed the crowd in his school days and learned a few musical instruments—the harmonica, xiao, and guitar.
And his guitar skills weren’t too shabby either, his singing and playing were passable, slightly better than most people.
But that was really just going with the flow, singing popular songs was no problem, but belting out operatic arias would leave him clueless.
If you made him attend a concert that was all opera arias, he might actually fall asleep—in fact, he’d experienced this before.
As for symphonies, he could already foresee the outcome, probably as disastrous as a car accident scene.
But what could he do? He’d already accompanied Feng Jing shopping, another bit wouldn’t hurt.
Yuan Huapeng quickly picked up on his reluctance and said with a smile, “For the concert, you ladies go ahead, I’ll keep the master company and enjoy the nightlife of the Imperial Capital.”
“What’s there to enjoy about the nightlife?” The second sister snorted dismissively, then glanced at Feng Jing, “Or…shall we two go?”
Great, so the Grandmaster gets no say in the matter.
Feng Jing looked at Feng Jun with a helpless expression, but in her eyes, there wasn’t much expectation either.
They had been flirting on and off for some time now, and Feng Jun knew that she was a music major and had stated that he was an outsider in that realm.
Feng Jun hesitated for a moment but eventually decided against making a fool of himself, “Yeah, you go ahead, we’ll just hang around nearby.”
But how could Yuan Huapeng just let him “hang around”? After watching the two ladies leave, he clapped Feng Jun on the shoulder, “Let’s go, find a place for another drink… since you’re here, Li Ting won’t ask too many questions about me.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun turned his head in surprise, “No way, you have bronchitis too?”
In his opinion, Yuan Huapeng was the serious type with a good image, a middle-aged handsome man, while Li Ting was only slightly above average in looks and seemed to come from a somewhat influential family… Shouldn’t their lives involve giving each other some space?
Yuan Huapeng just laughed, “Can’t say it’s bronchitis, but there are just too many beautiful girls in the Imperial Capital, and plenty of them are calculating… Not to brag, but I reckon I have a decent image, right?”
Feng Jun was amused by his last remark, he’d never expected the stiff Yuan Huapeng to show this side of himself.
No longer pretending himself, Feng Jun joined in, “Indeed not bad, you could father some illegitimate children and pass on those good genes.”
“That won’t do,” Yuan Huapeng laughed and shook his head, “Can’t do such things in this country.”
Feng Jun looked at him sidelong, surprised, “From what you’re saying, you’ve done it abroad?”
Yuan Huapeng didn’t deny it, but replied indifferently, “It was an accident. The woman pricked the condom with a needle and came to me with a growing belly… The deal was either I divorce or she leaves the country.”
Feng Jun’s lips twitched, “That really is…there are quite a few scheming ones.”
“I’ve been very restrained,” Yuan Huapeng sighed helplessly, “I thought she was ambitious, took precautions, but never expected…”
“Yeah,” Feng Jun nodded in agreement, “No one likes taking showers wearing a raincoat.”
“You’re truly a man of feelings,” Yuan Huapeng gave a thumbs up, smiling as he spoke.
Such topics quickly bridged the gap between men, and forty minutes later, both of them stopped at the entrance of a bar, deeply engrossed in the subject.
Feng Jun surveyed the location of the bar and seriously doubted whether Zhengyang’s entertainment bar had copied this setting.
It was also a large courtyard with no nearby buildings, not even a convenience store in sight.
Two underlings came over, eagerly opening the car door, one of them noticed Yuan Huapeng and greeted him respectfully, “Brother Peng, long time no see.”
Yuan Huapeng nodded slightly and asked casually, “Is Xiao Sai here?”
“Brother Sai is here,” the two underlings answered in unison, indicating that this Xiao Sai must be a regular here.
Once inside the bar, Feng Jun found it strikingly similar to Zhengyang’s entertainment bar.
The difference only lay in the fact that the performance stage here wasn’t large, the seating was split between an upper and a lower floor, and the décor was rustic yet charming; light yet containing a touch of age and antiquity, even the seats were wicker chairs.
But one thing was for certain, despite the decorations being understated, they were definitely expensive.
The wicker chairs and sofas on both floors could seat around two hundred people, and there were several high stools lined up at the bar near the entrance—Feng Jun couldn’t be more familiar with this ambiance.
There were already about forty or fifty patrons in the venue, all of decent quality, sitting quietly without any noise, on the performance stage a middle-aged man who somewhat resembled Huang Bo held a guitar, singing and playing “The East, The East.”
The sound system’s volume was just right, the man was sporting a ponytail and sang in a languid manner, failing to convey loneliness, confusion, and bewilderment, instead, it felt like he was narrating someone else’s story with a tinge of despondency.
The waiter led Yuan Huapeng and Feng Jun to the second floor and into a private booth.
The people in the booth already stood up, one man and three women. The man, nearing thirty with an average height and build, greeted Yuan Huapeng respectfully, “Hello, Brother Peng, and… hello to you, sir.”
Yuan Huapeng frowned slightly and asked calmly, “Where’s Xiao Sai?”
(Update to, summoning the guaranteed monthly pass.)
