Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 479 - Hesitating to Speak

Chapter 479: Chapter 479 Hesitating to Speak

Feng Jun saw this and sighed inwardly, Jack Ma truly lived up to the reputation of being a “friend of women.”

The little girl was so ill, yet while visiting someone else’s house, she still didn’t forget to shop, shop, shop…

He glanced at Gao Qiang, “Have the people from Shinra left?”

“Yes, they have,” Gao Qiang replied with a smile, “That guy from Fu Hong with the last name of Liang left just after saying a few words. When he didn’t cause trouble, the others had no choice but to leave as well.”

He truly didn’t regard institutions like the Bureau of Commerce Foreign Affairs Office as anything significant; in his view, all those agencies without executive power were just a joke.

Feng Jun snorted, “Good that the one surnamed Liang knew his place. By the way, tell the gatekeeper that a person surnamed Ge might come to visit in the future. Tell them to block him if it’s necessary.”

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Just then, Gu Jiahui came over with a box and pushed it in front of Feng Jun, her face flushed as she spoke, “Uncle Feng… this is for you.”

Feng Jun saw that it was a foreign electronic cigarette and looked at her, smiling as he said, “These things just don’t give the same satisfaction as the real deal.”

“There’s no tar,” Gu Jiahui mustered up the courage to look at him, “Uncle Feng, tar is harmful to the body. These electronic cigarettes are really popular; even my classmates abroad can’t get them. I had to buy it through overseas shopping.”

Regardless, this was the little girl’s kind intention. Feng Jun took it and said with a smile, “Alright, Uncle Feng accepts your bribe. From today onwards, you can live in the back building… it’ll be good for your treatment.”

He was joking, but Gu Jiahui blinked and asked, “What about my mom?”

Feng Jun waved his hand and answered nonchalantly, “She doesn’t need treatment… Alright, it’s settled then.”

He seemed to take the matter lightly, but the little girl still couldn’t help discussing it privately with her mother after the fact.

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It must be admitted that Yang Yuxin was a very competent mother—the responsibility for the Paraquat incident wasn’t hers, and she explained in detail to her daughter, “I covered for President Feng against the people from Fu Hong, and secured for you the privilege to move into the back building.”

Gu Jiahui had long wanted to move to the back, and without giving it much thought out of happiness, she felt even better about her body after living there for two days. The symptoms in her lungs clearly began to improve day by day.

She hoped her mother could move to the back as well, but Yang Yuxin made it clear to her, “I can’t move in—Yuan Zihao can’t either; you can only stay until your health is restored.”

As for the reasons, she didn’t want to explain to her daughter that being “Master Feng’s woman” was not a topic conducive to a child’s growth.

Yet what she didn’t expect was that, besides her, Gu Jiahui had also found a friend in the back building—Zhang Caixin.

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Essentially, Gu Jiahui had the potential to be a “wild child,” otherwise she wouldn’t have consumed Paraquat, and Zhang Caixin had that potential too, even though she was past that age but still rebelling against her sister’s authority.

In terms of cultivation, Zhang Caixin utterly surpassed her sister, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She wanted to excel beyond her sister in every way—except for the year of birth.

She had a strong affection for Feng Jun, but the problem was, he knew her sister before he knew her, which made her feel that her feelings were somewhat unethical. Even though she occasionally felt the urge to trample on morals, stealing her sister’s man just didn’t feel right.

But Teacher Mei… what kind of farce was that?

There were only the three of them qualified to live in the back building. Her sister and Teacher Mei’s relationship with Feng Jun couldn’t be hidden from her. To claim that Zhang Caixin’s heart was at ease would be a lie.

This time it was finally good; another person had arrived, a younger girl no less. She had someone she could talk to at last—while also getting a taste of being the older sister.

Therefore, she didn’t feel too resistant to Gu Jiahui. It took only two days for them to become good friends.

Yang Yuxin always thought her daughter was young, but Xiao Hui really wasn’t young anymore. The places that should develop were starting to develop. Girls mature early by nature, and now society was awash with information…

It didn’t take many days before Gu Jiahui uncovered the secret between the Master and those two women.

But this matter… it wasn’t something she should discuss with her mother, so she could only turn to Zhang Caixin.

“Caixin, your sister and Teacher Mei seem quite close to Master Feng, right?”

“…” Zhang Caixin glanced at her and continued to dry her hair. Cultivation was good and all, but bathing was inconvenient.

Gu Jiahui watched her cautiously, “They are not… all involved, are they?”

Zhang Caixin gave her a fierce look, “Little brat, why care about these things? You should be studying if you have the time.”

“I don’t need to,” Gu Jiahui looked at her innocently, “Isn’t studying easy? Oh, you mean the full scholarship from Harvard?”

Zhang Caixin’s hand paused in mid-air, a surge of impulse to kick her out bubbling up inside her—I thought you were on my side.

After considering it:Forget it, I should cherish the friend I can talk to, “I mean, that’s not something a kid should be worrying about.”

“I’m not a kid anymore,” Gu Jiahui muttered discontentedly, then perked up with another topic, “Caixin, you meditate every day. What are you cultivating?”

“I’ve already told you, I can’t tell you,” Zhang Caixin said sternly, “If you want to know, go ask Feng Jun.”

Gu Jiahui was undaunted, “I’m just curious, but I think… you work harder than your sister and Teacher Mei.”

Isn’t that obvious? Zhang Caixin felt like throwing the towel in frustration, despite being able to rely on her looks for cultivation, now she had to depend on her talent!

After a pause, she sneered and proudly replied, “This is quite normal, my talent is superior, they can’t compare to me.”

“Oh,” Gu Jiahui nodded as if she understood, “this talent you’re talking about… what kind of talent is it? How do you test for it?”

Zhang Caixin turned around, looking at her with a half-smile, “You little girl, you’ve learned how to probe with questions, huh?”

“Not really,” Gu Jiahui felt a bit wronged, “I’m just curious, how do they test it… maybe my talent isn’t bad either.”

“Then you should go to the master to get tested,” Zhang Caixin looked at her with a smile, her eyes full of anticipation—she was eager to hear that Gu Jiahui’s talent was inferior to hers, and couldn’t wait.

Gu Jiahui was a bit stunned, “Oh, Caixin, you don’t know how to test?”

“If I knew how, I would definitely help you, really,” Zhang Caixin looked at her sincerely, “You have to trust me.”

Gu Jiahui blinked, “If the talent turns out to be really good, what can happen?”

Zhang Caixin didn’t hesitate to answer, “You could do like me, practice cultivation… if the master is willing to take you as his apprentice.”

“Cultivation… what kind of cultivation?” Gu Jiahui blinked, “Is it for healing, or the kind where you get struck by lightning?”

“There you go probing again, aren’t you annoying?” Zhang Caixin said helplessly with a twist of her mouth, then her eyes twinkled as she decided to use a reverse psychology tactic, “Brother Jun won’t test you, really, convincing him to do it for you would be tough, I’m not optimistic about it, you’re just his patient.”

Gu Jiahui’s pride was no less than Zhang Caixin’s. She ran to the front building to secretly discuss with her mother, saying she wanted to ask Uncle Feng to help test her talent.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yuxin was startled and quickly asked where she got this idea.

After listening to her daughter’s conversation with Zhang Caixin, she fell silent—sure enough, Master Feng wasn’t that idle; it was just communication among little girls.

But since her daughter had just drunk paraquat, she didn’t dare to suppress her thoughts forcefully, and could only indirectly express, “Well… you don’t even know what they are cultivating, right?”

Gu Jiahui looked around, then lowered her voice and mysteriously said, “If I’m not mistaken, it should be about cultivation.”

Caixin changed her wording quickly, but Gu Jiahui really heard it.

Cultivation… Yang Yuxin raised her hand in distress and smacked her forehead hard, feeling utterly exhausted.

She composed herself before speaking, “Xiao Hui, it took a lot of effort for your mom to have the master agree to let you stay here.”

“Thank you, Mom,” Gu Jiahui reached out and clasped her mother’s hands, “I know, you’ve worked hard.”

“You’re my daughter, there’s no talk of hardship,” Yang Yuxin smiled slightly, feeling content, “But, getting the master to test you isn’t something simple… Do you understand what that means?”

Gu Jiahui tilted her head to think for a moment, then replied earnestly, “It means that he might really know about cultivation.”

Yang Yuxin was at a loss for words again.

After a long while, she spoke up, “Mom supports you, but your current task is to focus on recovering… Let me teach you a strategy. While you’re healing, try to learn more about what they are actually cultivating; it’s called planning before acting.”

Gu Jiahui nodded, then gave her mom a dubious look, “You’re not trying to trick me again, are you?”

“This child,” Yang Yuxin’s face darkened, “What way is that to talk to me?”

Gu Jiahui didn’t dare to fully trust her mother, but in the end, she nodded, “Alright, but Mom, you have to think about it. What can we offer Uncle Feng in return? It probably won’t be easy to learn cultivation from him.”

“Don’t worry,” Yang Yuxin nodded with a smile, “If he can really teach you cultivation, your mom would spare no expense to support you.”

Watching her daughter leave happily, Yang Yuxin lingered for a while before slapping her forehead in distress, “Ah, what sins did I commit in my past life to owe this little ancestor so much? Even talking about cultivation…”

That night, the spiritual energy in the backyard rippled as Zhang Caixin stepped into the fourth layer of transcending mundanity.

She stabilized her cultivation for a whole night and half a day, and at three in the afternoon, she met Gu Jiahui, “Xiao Hui, do you drink alcohol? I’ll treat you to a drink tonight.”

“Drink alcohol?” Gu Jiahui blinked, “I can have some fruit beer, but… why are we drinking?”

“Because I’ve advanced,” Zhang Caixin smiled and replied, “like leveling up… gaining rank, you understand that right?”

Gu Jiahui indeed understood, then posed a question, “Why not invite Teacher Mei and your sister?”

“Why wouldn’t I invite them?” Zhang Caixin replied nonchalantly, “I just worry that they might not be in the mood for drinks…”

(Update here, calling for monthly tickets.)