Big Data Cultivation Chapter 126: Drawing Lines (One more to congratulate League

Chapter 126: Drawing Lines (One more to congratulate League Master Cold-blooded Animal)

The muscular young man heard Feng Jun’s words and raised an eyebrow, looking a bit eager to try.

However, in the end, he controlled his emotions and simply turned his head to glance at the middle-aged man who seed to be Brother Biao.

The middle-aged man wore a smile, but that smile was so fake it was painful, “Boss Feng, I’m here to discuss so business with you.”

“Not interested,” Feng Jun furrowed his brow and flatly refused.

Just by the other party’s attitude, he wouldn’t want to discuss any business, nor was he interested in hearing the details—I’m not short of money.

The man’s face still sported a smile, but it beca even more artificial, “Boss Feng, I co to you in earnest, and you’re not even interested in listening?”

Feng Jun considered himself a person of principles and, hearing the other party ntion sincerity, knew he had to give a proper response.

So he pointed at the other two people and spoke indifferently, “Before we talk, control your two dogs first. I don’t like speaking with people who have no manners.”

The woman, upon hearing this, was furious, “Kid, I haven’t settled accounts with you yet, and you dare to insult ?”

“Sick in the head!” Feng Jun glanced at her dismissively and turned to leave, “No deal, I only interact with people.”

His departure was resolute—he didn’t say things like “if you have the guts, just barge in”; it wasn’t necessary. If the other party was foolhardy enough to actually force their way in, he wouldn’t mind teaching them a lesson.

Huaxia’s national conditions differ from the United States; even within one’s own ho, the hoowner doesn’t have the right to use unlimited force, let alone limited force—guns are banned, what would you shoot with?

In short, this uniquely Chinese form of hoowner’s rights provides quite a level of protection for illegal entrants, but Feng Jun didn’t care. After all, this is Peach Blossom Valley, where hoowners are generally dominant, and Lei Gang has connections that reach to the sky.

As long as the other party dares to force their way in, he dares to take action.

Seeing him leave without hesitation, the man sighed, “Boss Feng, I am Wang Tiechen. I co with the utmost sincerity, hoping to turn enmity into friendship with you.”

“Wang Tiechen?” Feng Jun turned his head, his expression a mixture of a smile and a sneer, “You’re not threatening this ti?”

Wang Tiechen was Wang Weimin’s father, the Chairman of Jubaoge. The last ti he spoke with Feng Jun, his tone was quite haughty.

Then, that woman is very likely Wang Weimin’s mother. No wonder her tone was so aggressive from the mont she opened her mouth.

Chairman Wang, hearing Feng Jun ntion their previous conversation, didn’t show any embarrassnt but answered with a smile, “Last ti, I didn’t realize how widely connected you were, managing to get in touch with Commander Zhu. I apologize for my presumptuousness and hope for your forgiveness, Boss Feng.”

Feng Jun didn’t like the popular rhetoric of “I’m weak so I’m right,” but he also didn’t buy the logic of “I’m strong so I’m right.” So, he just sneered coldly, “Jubaoge really knows how to cater to the crowd, sizing people up.”

“Of course,” Wang Tiechen nodded without hesitation, “in the jewelry business, you must understand how to deal with people accordingly…”

And indeed, he had his own set of theories which he upheld with conviction, “Talking up a storm to a broke person, they still can’t afford it. There might even be so unexpected problems. There’s an old saying, ‘the poor hatch sches while the rich grow kindness,’ and that’s the truth.”

Feng Jun laughed disdainfully,” Now I see where Wang Weimin gets his terrible temper from; it runs in the family. Despite your bullying the weak and fearing the strong, you can spin a set of perverse argunts. That’s quite shaless.” The graceful woman, hearing this, was again infuriated. She couldn’t tolerate him insulting her son and now her husband, “Bully the weak and fear the strong? Cut… Are you even considered ‘strong’?”

“Of course, I’m very ‘strong’,” Feng Jun winked at her, then let out a lecherous laugh, “Don’t believe … care to try?”

Being able to say such shaless words, his taste was indeed heavy. However, as far as he was concerned, the other party had repeatedly provoked him, sending the younger generation and then the elders, ti and again, each ti with such arrogant attitudes. Did they really think he wouldn’t stoop low?

The woman, however, didn’t flare up with much anger. Her chest heaved intensely a couple of tis, then she sneered coldly, “With your rogue nature, my son is older than you.”

“So what if he’s older?” Feng Jun scoffed. He was willing to respect the elderly, but for those who flaunted their age and misbehaved, he had no shortage of harsh words, “For all you know, your son might be crawling into bed with you for a ‘refining,’ but it’s hard to say if he’s ‘strong’ enough.”

The term “refining” was a dialect used in Funiu Province to insult soone, similar to the literary phrase “to rake over the ashes,” and it didn’t rely an sifting through the ashes.

Even if the woman could normally keep her cool, upon hearing this she couldn’t help but explode with rage, “Bastard, are you courting death?”

Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered with her; it was Wang Tiechen who raised his hand to stop his wife from continuing and then asked with a stern face, “Boss Feng, you’re not giving any face at all?”

All this while he had been all smiles, but now he finally showed his dissatisfaction, clearly unhappy with Feng Jun’s venomous words.

But did Feng Jun care? He chuckled coldly, “I thought you only knew how to smile. Looks like you’ve got a temper too… Give you face? Why should I, just because you have more flesh on your face?”

Wang Tiechen was choked by these words and couldn’t stand it, while his wife called out in anger, “We’re giving you face, don’t shalessly reject it. Soone in the capital has spoken, intending to cut all ties with you… Do you really want to seek your own death?”

Feng Jun didn’t even glance at her but said indifferently, “I don’t talk to mad dogs.”

The woman was so angry that she was about to rush forward but was grabbed by Wang Tiechen.

Then Chairman Wang looked at Feng Jun oddly, “Young man, think carefully… do you really want to make an enemy of Jubaozhai?”

“It was Wang Weimin who chose to be my enemy first,” Feng Jun replied indifferently, “It makes no sense that your son can co after , but I can only reconcile with you… If you do sothing wrong, you have to pay the price.”

“I am willing to pay the price,” seeing him ntion the price, Wang Tiechen’s face improved a bit, “I have co today to discuss cooperation with you.”

“I have no interest in cooperating with you, not in the past, nor will I in the future,” Feng Jun said, expressionless with an uncompromising tone, “I have no trouble selling my goods and have no interest in buying anything from you… If you’re not convinced, just co at .”

“Tiechen, I’ve said it before, there’s no need to seek out this little bastard,” the woman yelled loudly, her beautiful eyes slightly bloodshot, “Look, now you’ve humiliated yourself, haven’t you?”

However, Wang Tiechen replied with undisturbed composure, “How can we know it won’t work without trying? We always start with courtesy before resorting to force… That’s the way things are, right, Boss Feng?”

“Courtesy before force?” Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh out of anger, “You ca here baring your fangs, and you call that courtesy before force?”

He knew, of course, they had co for Wang Weimin, who was trapped in jail. But right at the start of their communication, Wang Weimin’s mother acted with extre arrogance — was this an attitude for solving problems?

Could it be… your son is a free gift with a phone top-up?

But Wang Tiechen just spread his hands, answering dismissively, “What’s wrong with that? We simply wanted to remind you that, although Weimin is locked up in the detention center, Jubaoge is not without the power to retaliate.”

“You need to consider… the price you might pay for being our enemy.”

It’s always the sa with the powerful, their thought process is different from ordinary people. Even though Jubaoge ca asking for Feng Jun to extend his grace, they were not pleading blindly but instead chose to display their arrogance once more.

The logic isn’t without reason. In real society, many disputes are resolved because both parties realize that continuing to tangle will only result in mutual destruction, which is utterly pointless.

Therefore, Wang Weimin’s mother’s attitude becos understandable — she wants to remind the other party through her show of strength: don’t think you’re winning now, if Jubaoge won’t play ball, you’ll be in endless trouble later on.

However, where would Feng Jun be afraid of this? He chuckled dismissively, “It was your Jubaozhai who chose to be my enemy first. Since you started this, you don’t get to say when it ends.”

Wang Tiechen looked at him grimly, gave him a deep look, and said, “Fine, I’ll wait for you to say it’s over.”

After saying that, he turned and left; without acceptance of a reconciliation, he wasn’t even interested in making threats; it would co down to their own abilities.

His wife, however, glared at Feng Jun fiercely and provocatively said, “I’m going to get my son out right now, out on dical bail… I’ll show you, bastard, what Jubaoge is capable of in Zhengyang!”

Feng Jun chuckled dismissively, then picked up his mobile phone, shook it at her, and said playfully, “Now I’m a bit scared. I wonder, under what illness will you arrange for him to be dically bailed out?”

Wang Weimin’s mother’s face changed instantly, anger made her forget that his cara had been on all along, “You… you’re really shaless!”

Feng Jun grinned, “Using a cara to record what happens is shaless, so what do you call blatantly playing with the law?”

“Enough,” Wang Tiechen turned his head, scolded his wife, “Stop wasting words with him. Our son has been slightly abnormal ntally since he was young, and you, his mother, know it.”

Chairman Wang’s attitude was also quite clear, you want to know under what pretext we will arrange a dical bail? Fine, it’s under the pretext of “ntal illness,” let’s see if you can stop that.

Hearing this, Feng Jun narrowed his eyes slightly; the gall of Jubaoge was truly extraordinary, daring to confront him openly in front of the cara.

Truthfully, using ntal illness is indeed a smart move; how many people have escaped legal sanctions using that guise.

Feng Jun knew that they have deep roots in Zhengyang City, with far-reaching connections that he could not match. If they really managed to get a certificate of ntal illness, he had no good counterasures to stop them.

But how could he let them walk away smugly after such an open challenge?

So he spoke coldly, “If you want to play, I’ll keep you company to the end, but I’m not one to punish without warning, so let speak unpleasant truths upfront. If Wang Weimin really gets out on dical bail, then you awajubaoghi can wait for a joint burial.”

(First update, congratulations to the League Master Cold Blooded Animal Jellyfish, summoning monthly tickets and recomndation tickets.)