Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 337: 337 Chaos

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 Chaos

The old man, seeing that the speaker was a pretty young girl, finally softened his tone a bit, “Young lady, you don’t know what this little guy next to you has done. All our dogs must be leashed; shouldn’t his crow be, too?”

“Oh,” Zhou Xiaotong nodded and glanced again at the black dog, “It’s about forty centimeters tall, right? Shouldn’t this kind of dog be leashed?”

“My dog doesn’t bite people,” the old man replied with righteous indignation before pointing at Feng Jun and huffing resentfully, “It’s all because they made a fuss that the property management forced us to put leashes on the dogs. I just wonder, can this crow just fly around freely?”

“Old man, that’s not very considerate of you,” Zhou Xiaotong even began to argue patiently, “Dogs can cause a lot of harm to people, whereas crows can’t do much harm.”

Seeing her like this, Feng Jun couldn’t help but recall the first time he met her.

This woman was not only deceptive in appearance but also very appropriate in her actions, which easily inspired trust.

However, the old man had no intention of reasoning, “Dogs are man’s best friend, but crows bring bad luck. At my age, seeing crows just irritates me, and if this crow isn’t leashed, I might live two years less.”

Zhou Xiaotong finally looked stern, “Haven’t you seen other crows while you are around this scenic area?”

The old man answered with conviction, “Other crows are wild; I can’t control them, but this one is domestic. If he doesn’t leash it, I’ll shoot it dead with an air gun.”

Zhou Xiaotong didn’t have much of an opinion on crows, but because of Feng Jun, she couldn’t help but “love the crow for Feng’s sake,” “I’ve only heard of stray dogs, and children without mothers are like grass, old man—are you… specifically bullying those that have owners?”

“Young lady, get this straight,” the old man’s face darkened as he pointed at Feng Jun, “he was the first to bully us dog owners…”

Anyway, this kind of argument would never result in a conclusion. The old man even felt he was in the right—At my old age, having to see crows every day, is that appropriate?

While Feng Jun was saying, I didn’t ask you to look at the crows; why do you insist on walking this way? What can I do about that?

The old man was also fired up, I like walking this way, what are you going to do about it? This road belongs to the community, not to your house.

I even like to stand in front of your house for a while, what can you do about me?

In fact, it wasn’t just him who wanted to rest in front of Feng Jun’s villa.

As the two parties were arguing, three people came over—these three were the ones who were dancing in the square across the street just before.

At the same time, two more came with their dogs, totaling six people, who directly sat on the curb in front of the villa, chatting and laughing loudly, and some even said, “After dancing in the square in the morning, resting here really refreshes the mind and body.”

Zhou Xiaotong spoke up to remind them, “Uncles and aunties, talking so loudly disturbs us.”

One auntie gave her a sidelong glance, dismissing her, “The curb is for everyone, did your family buy it?”

Feng Jun watched all this with cold eyes, he didn’t entertain thoughts like “bad people grow old,” as that idea was fraught with malice. He simply believed that there would never be a shortage of people who “know only themselves and not others.”

So he didn’t bother to argue with these people—it was Xu Leigang’s business.

The wailing of Gazi had already stopped, and he planned to go back and check the effect of the Body Tempering Pill on the treatment for epilepsy.

But Zhou Xiaotong raised her hand and grabbed him, “Master, are you just going to let people bully you like this?”

Feng Jun looked at her helplessly, “What else?”

Zhou Xiaotong’s eyes rolled, “I know you want to keep a low profile, but if it’s inconvenient for you to take action, I can help you…”

While the two were talking, the doorbell behind them rang.

Zhou Xiaotong turned around irritably, “This is so annoying, can you all just—eh, who are you looking for?”

However, Feng Jun narrowed his eyes and his mouth twitched slightly, at a loss for words for a moment.

The ones standing outside were none other than Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin, with Zhang Caixin being the one who rang the doorbell.

Sister Hong, as always, had a commanding presence, and even the young and beautiful Zhang Caixin seemed somewhat naive in front of her.

However, having not seen her for a long time, she still looked spirited, but there was an indescribable sense of weariness at the corners of her eyes and brows.

Zhang Caixin’s gaze was fixed on Zhou Xiaotong’s hand—Who is this, holding onto Feng Jun so intimately?

Feng Jun was taken aback for a moment, then greeted with a smile, “Sister Hong, happy New Year…my belated wishes to you.”

Sister Hong nodded slightly, “Hmm, it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. When you have time, let’s discuss this year’s business.”

After saying this, she turned and walked away, her baggy pants rustling loudly.

Zhang Caixin, however, did not leave. She sized up Zhou Xiaotong, “Feng Jun, who is this?”

“This is…” Feng Jun hesitated for a moment, really not knowing how to introduce Zhou Xiaotong, “a friend from the capital.”

“Brother Jun,” Zhou Xiaotong’s arm immediately looped around his, and she cooed, “She’s very pretty…aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“Stop it,” Feng Jun glanced at her impatiently, then grinned at Zhang Caixin, “Caixin, won’t you come in for a visit?”

Zhou Xiaotong felt a stir in her heart: So this is the Zhang something Xin, right?

The other’s features were extremely delicate, with clear exotic influence, and Zhou Xiaotong felt a definite pressure.

This was a beauty who did not lose to her.

She was a very confident person, and even now, she didn’t believe the other was that strong—at least they each had their own strengths. If she added family backgrounds into the mix, she was confident she could crush the other.

But in terms of height, she was completely beaten, by about ten centimeters, and that was something she couldn’t stand.

So she smiled slightly, “Xiao Zhang, is it? Come in and have a seat, don’t be shy.”

This wasn’t about being hospitable, but about declaring sovereignty—it was she who invited you in.

Zhang Caixin was not easy to provoke, especially since her heart had unwittingly become attached to Feng Jun.

She glanced at Zhou Xiaotong with disdain and then at Feng Jun, asking coldly, “She calls you Brother Jun? What’s the relationship between you two?”

Feng Jun spread his hands helplessly, speaking in resignation, “Caixin, we’re just… ordinary friends.”

“Ordinary… boyfriend-girlfriend relationship,” Zhou Xiaotong interjected, “I just came back from Chaoyang not long ago.”

Feng Jun glanced sideways at her, really wanting to punch her, “Keep it down, my patience has limits.”

“Didn’t I go to Chaoyang?” Zhou Xiaotong looked at him exasperatedly, “Or did I not meet dad and mom?”

Dad and mom? Feng Jun grimaced once more, “Are you sure you’re using the right terms?”

Zhang Caixin spoke coldly, “Boss Feng, don’t mistake cheesy for funny. Do you think this is fair to my sister?”

“Your sister?” Zhou Xiaotong’s eyes widened, “That old lady just now? No way… He likes you, doesn’t he?”

“Shut your mouth!” Feng Jun glared, “Is this kind of play… fun for you?”

Not far away, Sister Hong had one leg already in the car, “Caixin, are you coming or not?”

Zhang Caixin glanced at Feng Jun and then at Zhou Xiaotong, speaking icily, “This little thing, when she wears a windbreaker, you can’t even see her legs. Is this your taste?”

After speaking, she turned and walked away.

Her words were a bit sharp, but Miss Caixin had never tolerated grievances. Saying things like “half-night enlightenment” was nothing for her; what wouldn’t she dare to say?

In fact, she also felt that her opponent was formidable. She couldn’t find flaws in her appearance, so she could only criticize her height.

“Damn,” Zhou Xiaotong nearly exploded in anger, bowing her head and searching around, “Where’s a brick? Is there a brick around here?”

“Stay to the side,” Feng Jun pushed her aside casually, hopped on a motorcycle, and chased after them.

Ten minutes later, he came back with a face as dark as iron.

He had caught up to Sister Hong’s car, but she didn’t stop or even look at him, just driving expressionlessly, while Zhang Caixin sat in the passenger seat, grinning mockingly at him.

By the time they reached the gate, Sister Hong did slow down, but still didn’t look at him.

The guard watched him on his motorcycle, chasing a car relentlessly with a beautiful woman inside, and their looks turned somewhat strange.

Feng Jun cared about face, and being watched like this made him extremely embarrassed. He clenched his teeth, followed for a short stretch, then simply turned the motorcycle around and rode back.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Xiaotong knew she had caused trouble, so she stood obediently by the coat rack, pretending to inspect the Bird’s Nest.

Feng Jun gave her a cold glance, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just snorted, “I’ll remember this.”

“Remember what?” Zhou Xiaotong turned her head, speaking nonchalantly, “I’d like to remember it too. The person who dared to insult me like that… It’s Zhang Caixin, right? She’ll regret it.”

Feng Jun looked at her with contempt, “You’re already not tall, is it that hard to accept your flaws?”

Zhou Xiaotong paused, her face turning a bit pale, yet she said nothing, looking somewhat heartbroken.

Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered with her. This woman had too many tricks up her sleeve, and if he showed any leniency, who knows what bizarre things might happen. It was better to just leave her hanging.

In fact, if she really felt heartbroken, Feng Jun would watch with pleasure—serves you right for showing off.

Then he went straight inside to check on Lu Xiaoning’s progress with her Body Tempering.

Gazi’s Body Tempering was not bad; his body had excreted a lot of impurities, and after his bath, his face seemed to have an additional layer of luster.

After Xu Leigang finished his Cultivation session, he saw Gazi and couldn’t help but sigh quietly; the master seemed to favor his childhood friend. That luster seemed to indicate that this fellow had a smooth start to his Cultivation.

In fact, he was overthinking it. Gazi mainly benefited from being young, and the potency of the Body Tempering Pill had concentrated largely on his head, which was why such an effect was noticeable.

At noon, Wang Haifeng came over with a minibus, and about a dozen laborers got off, carrying pickaxes and shovels, and without a word, they started digging a pit on the opposite side.

With so many people at work, the noise was inevitably loud, and with people passing by the road back and forth, it was inevitable they would take a closer look.

About an hour later, two people came over, speaking loudly, “What are you doing? Stop that!”