Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 185: Storm Is Coming

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Storm Is Coming

Zhang Weihong and Zhang Caixin were not half-sisters; they were cousins, with their fathers being half-brothers.

However, Zhang Caixin did indeed have foreign blood, as her maternal grandmother was Russian nobility that had settled in Shanghai.

As she returned to the courtyard, the number of people there increased, including aside from the Zhang family sisters, four men and two women.

The independent courtyard housed so many people, and it was located within the compound of the Supply Bureau, right beside the Provincial Government quarter, making the surroundings seem very safe.

Zhang Caixin was only twenty-two years old, having just graduated from university, where she studied painting. Her family ran a company in Shanghai, but she grew up in Zhengyang and now that she had graduated, she was free to travel around.

She pursued painting purely as a hobby, but after getting into university, she lost interest because she felt that turning her hobby into a job greatly affected her desire to create.

Her current interest was in doing business; after all, her family was wealthy, so there was no pressure in business. Making profits was great, but not making any was also fine.

It’s said that being born with such privilege is a true skill, and her carefree lifestyle made Feng Jun and Li Xiaobin feel extremely imbalanced.

Zhang Caixin’s main job now was to assist her cousin in selling jade, actively expanding the market beyond their province.

——It was another business that just fell into her lap, truly a template for a life winner.

However, precisely because her circumstances were so favorable, she was a bit naive and carefree, yet she refused to admit it, always believing that she was already grown up and acted maturely.

When she heard that President Feng still had a dozen pieces of jade, she immediately volunteered, “Sister Wei Hong, why don’t I go get the jade from President Feng and move it all here?”

“Don’t joke,” Sister Hong said helplessly, “These few pieces of jade are enough to sell for a while. A dozen pieces of jade, how much money is that? You think you can just take it?”

“How much could it be, President Feng simply owns a jade mine,” Zhang Caixin responded indifferently, raising her eyebrows at Feng Jun, before winking, “Couldn’t my sister have that much clout?”

Feng Jun shook his head, unable to contain his amusement at her remark; the girl really didn’t see herself as an outsider, “I have too small a car, unable to transport that much jade. It’s over two tons. If you have a vehicle, you could go and transport it now.”

“That sounds more reasonable,” Zhang Caixin nodded with a smile, then glanced at her sister, “Sis… so I’ll go?”

Zhang Weihong rolled her eyes in exasperation, about to say something when her mobile phone rang.

As soon as she picked up the call, her expression changed. After listening for a while, she let out a cold snort, “Fine, I know.”

After hanging up, she looked at Feng Jun, hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Do you have Li Qiang’s number?”

“Li Qiang?” Feng Jun raised his eyebrows, “Which one… you mean the guy from the TV station?”

“Yeah,” Sister Hong nodded solemnly, “He might have been beaten up, can you check on him?”

Feng Jun didn’t have Li Qiang’s number, and Wang Haifeng was unreliable. In the end, it was through Zhang Wei that he contacted Li Qiang.

Li Qiang had indeed been beaten up, attacked the previous night. It was in a parking lot where he had accidentally bumped into someone, and was then inexplicably beaten up, without even understanding who the assailant was.

He was seriously injured, especially since his right index and middle fingers were broken from being stepped on, which essentially left him unable to work in his field of photography for at least three months.

Li Qiang racked his brains but couldn’t figure out who was behind the attack. He was an experienced driver and had flirted with quite a few girls. The main segment he was in charge of was “Today’s Zhengyang,” which often exposed social issues and had made him quite a few enemies.

After receiving a call from Feng Jun, Li Qiang even asked, “What, do you know who did it?”

“I am trying to find out. I’ll call you back in a bit,” Feng Jun hung up and looked at Sister Hong, “What’s going on?”

Sister Hong spoke with a grim expression, “Liu Hong did it, and the jerk also threatened a friend of mine.”

This Liu Hong was the same guy who had held a grudge against Feng Jun over an issue with Thunder Wind before, showing off his arrogance in the police station, repeatedly warning Feng Jun to be careful when walking around.

At the time, Feng had 40,000 yuan on him, and tried to pin a robbery charge on the man, but things didn’t go as planned. Later, Sister Hong had said that there was no need to bother with such petty people, that they should just keep an eye on this matter and expose it from time to time.

The segment “Today’s Zhengyang” where Li Qiang worked had reported on the incident, but it didn’t have much effect. Sister Hong also had an article published in the culture section of the commerce newspaper.

The call she had just received was from the journalist who wrote the article, saying they had been threatened, asking her to pass on the message about such deeds. The person who made the threats clearly identified themselves, claiming they worked for “Brother Hong” and boasted that they had beaten up the guy from “Today’s Zhengyang.”

Feng Jun fell into deep thought. After pondering a bit, he felt that the situation was not difficult to understand, Liu Hong had begun to make trouble for him.

The connection between Li Qiang and Wang Haifeng could not be concealed, so someone beat him up, but Liu Hong did not want to leave any obvious evidence, making the beating somewhat abrupt.

However, Liu Hong still wanted Feng Jun to know why Li Qiang got beaten up, so he warned that reporter—the reporter did not know Li Qiang, but there was a high chance the message would reach Feng Jun’s ears.

Feng Jun organized his thoughts and saw no issues, but there were some doubts that he needed to clear up, “Sister Hong, your friend who gave you a call… Does Liu Hong know that person is yours?”

“Not likely,” before Sister Hong could reply, Zhang Caixin answered first, “My sister likes to act in secrecy, believing it maintains a sense of mystery, although I think it’s useless.”

Sister Hong’s face grew dark, and hearing this made her look even worse because it was her who had initially suggested that Feng Jun should not stoop to dealing with that scoundrel—little disputes of pride were not worth it.

But now, she was clearly being slapped in the face, and with her cousin running her mouth off at the side, she felt even less able to tolerate it. She said with a stern face, “Either way, I was the one who bailed you out. It seems this guy really doesn’t take me seriously.”

“You can’t say it that way,” Zhang Caixin chimed in. For some reason, this girl, who appeared to have an exotic beauty and was a real lady, seemed to take a great interest in this kind of affair.

She expressed eagerly, “The fact that he took so long to trouble President Feng already shows respect for you… It’s just that he believes this incident is too embarrassing, so no matter how long it’s been, he wants to regain face.”

Sister Hong glanced at her indifferently, “What does it matter to me what he thinks? All I know is that he’s undermining my dignity.”

Indeed, the one known as “Society’s Sister Hong” was full of dominance, with no consideration for others’ feelings.

“Look, Sister Hong,” Feng Jun’s brows furrowed slightly. As a man, he disliked hiding behind a woman, especially when this woman had stood up for him more than once, “You find out where this guy is hiding, and I’ll handle it.”

“How could I let that happen?” Sister Hong immediately objected, “It was you who listened to me and didn’t bother him, plus… you are now my boss, so it’s my duty to charge ahead for you.”

“You’re only my collaborator,” Feng Jun said with a smile, “don’t think of me as your boss… I can’t afford you.”

Sister Hong gave him a wary look, “Your smile is a bit strange; you’re not planning on using those private mining disposal methods, are you?”

Women’s intuition is indeed formidable; Feng Jun was really angry this time and intended to make that guy disappear off the face of the earth. The only difference was he didn’t plan to abandon the body in the wilderness but rather planned for the guy to vanish from this world—erased from this plane of existence.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Feng Jun replied casually, “Just take care of finding his location for me.”

But Sister Hong could hear the murderous intent in his tone, and she spoke to dissuade him, “You’re too important to resort to extreme methods now. How about this, I’ll arrange for someone to send him an ‘air ticket’… one way.”

Feng Jun couldn’t help but be greatly curious upon hearing this, as the rumors about “Sister Hong’s air ticket” were something he had heard of more than once, “Is there any particular meaning behind your ‘air ticket’?”

“Nothing much, just a bit of exaggerated misinformation,” Sister Hong responded nonchalantly, “offering people a free trip – who wouldn’t go? It’s just that they can’t resist some temptations once they land. What’s that got to do with me?”

Of course, Feng Jun knew it wasn’t as simple as she was saying. But did the truth really matter?

He thought about it, and in the end, he shook his head, “I don’t want you to meddle in my affairs, I’m serious.”

Zhang Weihong smiled nonchalantly, “Sorry, but you’re just my partner, not my boss… so you don’t have a say over me.”

“So you really want to work for me?” Feng Jun said with a laugh. He looked around and leaned closer, whispering, “It’s really not possible, Sister Hong… You would become ‘grass beside the nest’.”

Zhang Weihong felt his warm breath on her ear. Her heart was already fluttering, and hearing these words, she instinctively pushed him away, her face turning slightly red, “You’re just… too much, always thinking about who knows what!”

Watching her embarrassed state, Feng Jun’s heart couldn’t help but swing slightly, “Society’s Sister Hong” could also show such a girlish side? It was truly unusual.

Seeing everyone else looking at him curiously, he laughed it off as though nothing happened, “Alright, let’s drop it, I’m going to check on Li Qiang… Sister Hong, I’ll leave the investigation to you.”

Sister Hong’s embarrassment was fleeting, and in the next moment, she regained her composure, “I’ll go with you… Caixin, take care of things here for me, and don’t go out on your own.”

Zhang Caixin pouted in frustration, “How about this, why doesn’t President Feng’s assistant take me to move those pieces of jade?”

“Don’t even think about it,” Zhang Weihong’s expression darkened, and she spoke with sharp authority, “If Liu Hong loses his mind, he could hate even me. If he can take his anger out on Li Qiang, he certainly can take it out on you!”

It had to be acknowledged, she truly lived up to the word “society”; she was prepared for failure before ensuring success, confident without arrogance, and her thinking was meticulous.