Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062 Affinity at First Sight
Feng Jun pondered for a mont and realized that it was indeed true; he had been a good master, but his disciples found it unbearable.
Nowadays, nevermind cultivation, even teaching Tai Chi, Baguazhang, or Xinyi Quan, the disciples have to flatter and cater to their master just to learn sothing authentic.
Actually, Feng Jun’s disciples were also sowhat helpless, take Li Shishi for instance, she didn’t have the money to learn cultivation. Of course, she did have other ntal preparations; if the master were to say, “Co to my room tonight,” she would certainly clean herself up eagerly…
Let’s not talk about vulgar matters, but Feng Jun was quite touched that Zhang Caixin took the initiative to say that they felt they were lacking towards their master, so he nodded, “It’s fine, I don’t need your contributions, having the thought is already very good.”
Sister Hong didn’t want to argue with him and just silently nodded, but to herself she thought: I’ve lent the money, I don’t believe you’d actually ask to give it back… even if you wanted to, you’d need to have it, wouldn’t you?
She actually knew quite a bit about Feng Jun’s financial situation, and she had long noticed that the profits from the Boiler Cal Motorcycle rarely showed on Feng Jun; it was mainly the profit from Jade and the dical fees he charged that supported Luohua.
Later, when she learned about that dinsion and witnessed the process of trading in Gold, she guessed that Feng Jun’s cash flow wasn’t very abundant—after all, aside from Luohua, there was also a costly project in Chaoyang.
Feng Jun also had so inco from other sources, like the Sansheng Wine. However, although Sansheng Wine looked promising for the future, it really couldn’t support the current needs of Luohua yet.
Sister Hong was willing to spend so much money because she did have an idea in her mind, but regardless of what it was, she felt the money was well spent.
At that mont, Zhang Caixin took the initiative to speak, “Just having the intention isn’t enough; we must do sothing.”
As she spoke, she glanced at Yu Qingzhu, suggesting, “Those who have money should contribute money, and those who have strength should contribute strength.”
Feng Jun sensitively detected that the atmosphere was a bit weird, so he took a few steps outside, and when he looked up, the gentle spring rain fell on his face, “Ah, it really is raining now.”
He loved the rain the most, especially the light rain in spring; fine and dense, carrying with it an ethereal quality.
Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin knew of his fondness and didn’t make any comnt, going into the building to get their parcel before leaving.
However, Yu Qingzhu also walked into the rain, and after standing for a while, she asked, “Mountain Master Feng, what are the requirents if I want to learn cultivation from you?”
“Requirents?” Feng Jun glanced at her, smiling, “There aren’t really any requirents, mainly…it’s about whether I find you agreeable or not?”
“Agreeable…” Yu Qingzhu quietly pursed her lips, she hadn’t expected such an answer.
She too had thoughts about cultivation—having seen his miraculous abilities, it would be strange not to, though initially, her thought was to first find soone to follow Feng Jun’s cultivation. If it proved to be truly effective, she’d also be willing to follow.
This idea was a bit rude and seed distrustful of Feng Jun, but this was the norm in the Yu Family, and not intended to target anyone specifically.
One would understand just by considering Elder Yu’s attitude towards supernatural powers—there are too many people with ill intentions, one can never be too cautious.
Many people clearly know that what they’re doing is fake, but what if they could ascend to heaven in one step? As long as the benefits are sufficient, so people do not mind selling the very rope that could hang themselves.
That’s what Yu Qingzhu had planned in her heart, but upon hearing Feng Jun ntion “agreeable,” she imdiately had a new understanding of his arrogance—so you have to pick and choose based on your fancy?
However, she still probed, “So the final decision is in your hands?”
“That’s an interesting way to put it,” Feng Jun looked at her bemused, “Should the decision be in soone else’s hands… yours?”
Yu Qingzhu fell silent and simply walked with him in the rain, asking only after a long ti, “I want to cultivate with you, what do I need to offer? Okay… if we’re talking about being agreeable, I’m not exactly hard on the eyes, am I?”
You just have to give yourself! Feng Jun really wanted to say that, but it’s not possible… too frivolous.
Among his won, Feng Jing and Sister Hong could already be called peerlessly beautiful, with flawless figures, temperants, and appearances, but… perhaps it’s the unattained that’s seen as the best, as he seed to feel more for Zhang Caixin.
Yet, compared to Zhang Caixin, Yu Qingzhu seed to give him a… more indescribable feeling.
Xiao Caixin was undoubtedly beautiful, but her allure was, to a considerable extent—at least in so ways—enhanced by her exotic charm.
However, Yu Qingzhu was purely a Huaxia Citizen, everything about her was what a Huaxia Citizen would feel towards a beautiful woman, a perfect Huaxia beauty. If Feng Jun’s first sight of Zhang Caixin was stunning, his first sight of Yu Qingzhu was palpitations.
But he had already tagged her as a “person not to be trifled with,” so he just smiled, “We can talk about these things after your grandfather has finished his treatnt.”
Yu Qingzhu actually had many questions for him but at that mont, she really didn’t know what to say. After pondering for a while, she tentatively spoke, “How about I start by donating a billion to the manor?”
Feng Jun first froze, then looked at her, “I know you’re not short of money, but… why bother?”
Feng is quite in need of money, especially funds in the order of billions, but why receive a reward for no service?
Of course, he had Gold in his hands, and although it couldn’t be liquidated imdiately, it gave him a significant sense of confidence, so he rejected the offer with a breezy attitude.
Yu Qingzhu fell silent. In her limited life, being rejected was a rarity. Not to ntion being cherished at ho and respected by society, even in school, she was the star around whom everyone else orbited, a goddess only to be admired from afar.
Now she was offering money to soone and being rejected, which made her feel extrely uncomfortable.
Especially since that one billion was actually the limit of the funds she could access. The Yu Family did have so family assets, and she had begun to tentatively engage in entrepreneurial research, but her situation could be sumd up in a single phrase—she was still a child.
Feng Jun did not pay her any mind; instead, he sat on a stone step, enjoying the dense spring rain, and casually took out a bottle of beer to drink.
After a few sips, he glanced at Yu Qingzhu, “Hmm? Why don’t you go and rest?”
Yu Qingzhu was still not in a good mood and coldly replied, “I like the spring rain.”
Hmm? Hearing this, Feng Jun felt a renewed sense of fondness for her, so he took out another can of beer, “Want a drink?”
“No, thanks,” Yu Qingzhu shook her head, thinking to herself what kind of man offers beer to a woman in the middle of the night.
But since he offered her a drink, she didn’t mind prodding further, “Did you seek out my grandfather for matters concerning grain?”
“That’s really not it,” Feng Jun never even thought about asking Elder Yu for help with buying grain, as the old man would surely ask him where he intended to take the grain, and he would rather steal grain from overseas than turn to Elder Yu.
Indeed, so things that are better left unsaid are more fittingly handled with lesser folk.
He then added another line, “I sought him mainly because I have so graphene that I wanted to inquire if he could help sell.”
“Graphene…” Yu Qingzhu’s eyebrows raised slightly. Although she was a woman, having just co out of school, she had so knowledge of this material that had beco popular in recent years, right?
“I don’t know much more than you do,” Feng Jun took a gulp of beer and burped contentedly, “The graphene I got has a price advantage; I wanted to see if your grandfather might help push it onto the market.”
Upon hearing this, Yu Qingzhu knew that this was not her area of expertise, and indeed more complex than grain trade, no wonder he wanted to discuss it with her grandfather. Yet she still wanted to try, “I can ask my professor about it.”
Feng Jun laughed, took another sip of beer, but didn’t say anything further, thinking to himself: however accomplished a professor might be, in the end, they’re involved in teaching and research. What say do they have in the purchase of major commodities?
Yu Qingzhu, feeling the spring rain, had been in a better mood, but seeing his dismissive smile, she couldn’t help but feel resentful again, thinking why he looked down on people so much?
With this thought, her enjoynt of the rain lessened substantially. No matter how lovely the night rain was, it couldn’t make up for an unpleasant companion!
So she turned and walked away, back under the eaves, pulled a chair to another side, and sat down to enjoy the rain.
Seeing her behave as if she were too embarrassed to associate with him, Feng Jun also felt a bit down and simply stood up, passed through the Moon Gate, and went straight to the backyard.
In the backyard, Sister Hong and Feng Jing were engaged in Cultivation, but Zhang Caixin was sitting in the pavilion, resting her chin in her hands, lost in thought. Seeing him co over, her eyes lit up, and she gestured to him with a wave of her hand.
Feng Jun lifted the beer can and gestured back: I’m drinking.
Zhang Caixin pursed her lips sullenly, but then the corners of her mouth curled up ever so slightly: Hmm, didn’t spend too long with that vixen… not bad.
The next morning, the spring rain was still falling. Feng Jun found Elder Yu and went over the situation with him.
Elder Yu also had so understanding of graphene, which was quite interesting. So old people beco more willing to embrace new things as they age—perhaps to prove that every day of the rest of their lives is lived to the fullest.
He imdiately arranged for soone to make inquiries and took samples from Feng Jun.
It has to be said, the influence of the Yu Family in Zhengyang was truly imnse; within three hours, there was feedback.
Elder Yu went straight to Feng Jun, “How much of this stuff do you have, and how much do you plan to sell it for?”
Feng Jun was really troubled by talking with him. The old man was used to being in charge and always liked to ask the other party’s bottom line first, never revealing his own. So Feng Jun answered frankly, “You tell first, what’s the quality like, and how much can you buy it for?”
Elder Yu looked at him with dissatisfaction, “Boss Feng, isn’t it up to you to make an offer since you’re the one selling?”
“Can we be reasonable?” Feng Jun retorted with conviction, “I’ve said it, my stuff is cheap… just say if you want it or not, if you do, then talk about the situation.”
Talking with the old man was truly brain-consuming.
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