Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 566 - Choices

Chapter 566 -566 Choices

Facing the division chief’s request, Liu Gen smiled naively, “I can only introduce you to Feng Wenhui. Although Feng Jun is my junior, he is very opinionated… But fortunately, he’s exceptionally filial, so as long as it’s something his parents have asked him to do, he will definitely get it done.”

The division chief smiled, although being an official within the system, but a stock division chief… could that also be considered an official?

After all, as a small county stock division chief, he spoke very directly, without beating around the bush, “That’s fine, we’re not necessarily asking people to do us a favor… At least we can get acquainted, and that is presentable, isn’t it?”

His straightforwardness left Liu Gen’s older brother somewhat surprised, “That what, Baozi, consider the money I borrowed from you. The bank opens tomorrow, and I’ll have my wife withdraw the money to pay you back.”

“What’s the rush, isn’t this acting like an outsider?” Baozi the stock division chief glanced at him, still telling it as it is, “Isn’t it just fifty thousand yuan? Getting to know Xiao Liu, it’s worth it!”

Liu Gen and his wife walked out with the money, both feeling a bit dazed, “Why do we feel like we’re about to strike it rich?”

The couple returned to the courtyard and entered Feng Wenhui’s home, where they found an old neighbor who had moved away inside.

Liu Gen greeted him and sat there watching them chat.

He couldn’t possibly give money in front of the old neighbor—otherwise, how could Feng Wenhui accept the money with dignity?

But the old neighbor was quite unreserved, chatting for a bit before turning to him, “Why isn’t Lao Gen speaking up? Are you chasing me away? That’s too rude.”

Liu Gen thought, the Feng’s kid helped me with my problem, if I speak up, wouldn’t it reflect well on Feng Wenhui in front of the old neighbor?

So he spoke with a smile, “Brother Wen Hui, Xiao Jun smoothed everything over for me. The duck neck shop even gave me the IOUs, I don’t have to repay a single cent… Xiao Jun is really a straightforward kid.”

“Duck neck?” The old neighbor gave him a look, disdainfully retorting, “Pfft, a mere brat. Today, he got hung up on the TV tower. There are plenty more ruthless than him in the county… What business do you have with him, Lao Gen? I can speak on your behalf, he has to recognize me!”

Actually, these were empty boasts. The old neighbor had moved away and indeed, he was doing quite well and had some connections, but it was the likes of him that the duck neck shop preyed on—no oil to squeeze from the poor after all.

However, this is how neighbors in the street talk with each other—Has anyone bullied anyone from our courtyard? Let’s all go together and take them on!

As for whether they would really take action? They usually would, but whether it would be effective… unknown!

Liu Gen wasn’t going to take it seriously; the old neighbor meant well, and even if his capabilities were limited, his moral support was still backing him, wasn’t it?

So he smiled, “Thanks, but Xiao Jun has already handled it this time, a debt of 150,000… cleared.”

The old neighbor was stunned to hear this, “One hundred and fifty… thousand? Did the duck neck shop clear the debt?”

Liu Gen gave him a smile, thought it over, and since the conversation had come to this, there was no need to hide it any longer. He also wanted to present himself as someone who is “grateful and seeking to repay.”

So he took out a thick newspaper-wrapped packet, “Wen Hui… this is a little something from me.”

The paper packet was squarely shaped, and it was clear at a glance what was wrapped inside; the old neighbor even guessed the amount: fifty thousand!

After all, it’s customary for Chaoyang people to express their gratitude with neither forty thousand nor sixty thousand.

Feng Wenhui’s face changed instantly, and he spoke gravely, “Xiao Gen… can our families still keep in touch?”

Although Feng Jun’s parents had never had much money, both were people of substance with moral integrity. They would never accept such money, let alone the fact they looked upon Liu Gen’s son with quite a bit of displeasure.

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Taking into account their reaction, Liu Gen had his excuse ready, “Brother Wen Hui, if you do this, everyone will say that I don’t know what’s proper. If I have troubles in the future, how could I have the face to ask you for help again?”

Then don’t ask me! Feng Wenhui really wanted to retort that, but as old street neighbors, you can’t say things like that.

He grimaced and said, “Xiao Gen, do you think I don’t know what’s going on with your family? You must have borrowed this money. If Xiao Jun is capable, he’ll help you, and he won’t want you to borrow money to show gratitude.”

I’m about to come into money too,” Liu Gen really wanted to give the money away, “Isn’t the county going through demolition soon?”

Liu Gen’s wife was initially reluctant to part with the money, but seeing Feng Wenhui’s grim expression, she couldn’t help but look at the old neighbor, “Dajun, help us out here… Shouldn’t Lao Liu show some gratitude to Brother Wen Hui?”

The old neighbor was also a bit worried—what am I supposed to say?

But eventually, he made a choice, the one Liu Gen’s wife was hoping for.

So he turned to Zhang Junyi, “Junyi, neighbors should help each other out, that’s a given. But since Xiao Jun solved such a big problem, he surely had to ask someone for a favor, right? We can’t let him be out of pocket… Even if it’s not fifty thousand, there should be twenty or thirty thousand at least.”

In his mind, Zhang Junyi was quite frugal, managed the household with great planning, and while not exactly a miser, was certainly tight with money.

A year ago, Zhang Junyi would have certainly hesitated a bit before reluctantly accepting it—after all, it was her son’s hard-earned money.

Unfortunately, poverty does not allow for pride.

But now, she had thoroughly understood how wealthy her son was; tens of thousands of yuan… was that even considered money?

The most crucial point was that her son was no longer concerned with the affairs of ordinary mortals but sought cultivation and even eternal life!

Having such a son would make any mother feel proud and honored.

So Zhang Junyi shook her head, “Dajun, don’t mention it anymore. Xiao Jun deals with these things without owing anyone any favors.”

She then turned to Liu Gen and spoke firmly, “Xiao Gen, there’s no room for discussion. If you really hope that Xiao Jun hasn’t worked hard for nothing… just make sure you take good care of Xiao Kai. That’s my only condition.”

Liu Gen tried to offer money all morning but ultimately failed to give it away.

The couple returned to their room and silently looked at each other until finally, Liu Gen sighed softly, “You still didn’t want to give it… but they simply don’t want it. That’s the point…”

A poor family trying to give money that others refuse to accept, yet they still struggle with confusion and frustration… This was an odd situation indeed.

Indeed, Feng Jun’s meteoric rise caught most people off guard, especially after Yunyang news covered the story. The news became the talk of the town overnight among those who knew him.

It’s worth noting that Feng Jun was quite popular in his class during his school days. Many people dialed his mobile phone number upon hearing the news, and after encountering a disconnection message, they would try to reach Dou Jiahui, Li Xiaobin, or Mou Miao instead.

Even Feng Jun’s university classmates knew about it. It had been just over three years since graduation, and someone from their class had become a billionaire!

Feng Jun’s relationships with his university peers were actually average—not because his classmates were unfriendly, but because at that age, everyone began to make plans for their lives, making choices in their actions.

Take Feng Jun as an example; he had very clear objectives for attending university—to study hard for scholarships, keep fit, engage in a serious relationship, and find a good job after graduation.

Aside from not securing a good job, he pretty much fulfilled his plans.

He had to study, keep fit, and spend time with his girlfriend, leaving him with little energy for his classmates.

However, this did not mean that the relations were bad. Strictly speaking, it was more like a “gentleman’s agreement,” a modest kinship among the best and brightest, just not very close.

In the neighboring Shinnan City, there was a university classmate of Feng Jun, Yue Pengfei. He had moved to this prefecture-level city for a decent job—as a regular employee at the Transport Bank.

Upon hearing the news about Feng Jun, he took the initiative to visit. Their relationship in the university was genuinely average—they’d speak only a few words throughout the year—but that did not stop Feng Jun from hosting a banquet for him in Yunyuan City.

University is not only about academic qualifications but also represents an experience, a network of contacts.

Now, Feng Jun wasn’t very concerned about the benefits his circle could bring. He could solve his own problems, but he looked after his former classmates to avoid becoming the kind of person he once disliked.

No matter whether one is wealthy or not, classmates are classmates. One should not let the customs of society tarnish the pure friendships formed during school days.

Feng Jun also knew that his view was somewhat idealistic. Once people enter society, the environment changes, and the gap in status among classmates grows, making it increasingly difficult to preserve old friendships.

So, before the gap widened too much, he should cherish these relationships.

Still, Yue Pengfei’s visit to Yunyuan did bring some good news to Feng Jun.

Yue Pengfei was a junior staff member at the Transport Bank, but his family background was somewhat notable. The leadership at the branch appreciated him, and he was currently responsible for administrative affairs; he could also inquire about loans and other business matters.

His visit to Yunyuan was to find out just how wealthy Feng Jun had become and whether he needed a loan.

Most banks are known for giving umbrellas on sunny days and taking them back on rainy days, a fact Yue Pengfei didn’t shy away from admitting. Of course, he also pointed out that if Feng Jun’s financial situation was genuinely good, why not make money using borrowed funds?

Feng Jun flatly refused the suggestion, stating, “You don’t need to know about my finances. Whether I am making or losing money, I am not interested in taking out loans.”

In fact, he was still short of over two billion yuan to pay the lump-sum contract fee—selling jade was profitable, but too much supply would crash the market. Although he had accumulated a fair amount of gold, he couldn’t just sell it all off.

However, Feng Jun wasn’t worried about the shortfall because Yang Yuxin had said that if he needed it, she could arrange for no less than five billion yuan without any collateral.

—After all, when she had first sought Feng Jun’s help, she had even offered an entire listed company as a price.

Now that Gu Jiahui was on the mend, and Director Yang was no longer under such pressure, nor would she offer astronomical prices anymore, she knew the speed at which Feng Jun made money. Lending four to five billion was stress-free for her.