Chapter 1656: Chapter 1658: Blind to Danger
Tang Wenji isn’t really concerned about where the three won went, she’s worried: Are you keeping sothing from ?
Feng Jun was montarily taken aback, then he laughed, “They went sowhere, but it’s not suitable for you to go now.”
Tang Wenji blinked and asked curiously, “Why isn’t it suitable? Sister Hong and Teacher i’s cultivation levels aren’t even as high as mine.”
Feng Jun didn’t want to treat them differently, even though the Little Celestial Master is still concerned about Maoshan, she’s also managed to clarify things with Luohua.
He sent those three won to the mobile phone dinsion to minimize the chances of them being discovered by others. Now, every ti he returns to transport oil, he cos alone, and after finishing, he quietly goes back.
Anyway, when he’s busy here, ti doesn’t pass there, so there’s no need to worry about anyone being unfavorable to the three ladies.
Actually, his actions were noticed by several people, but no one spoke up.
So male disciples thought their cultivation was too shallow to concern themselves with it, while so female disciples believed the connection between Elder Feng and those three won was clearly close, and it’s pointless to fuss over such matters. Focusing on cultivation is the right path.
In fact, everyone trusts their leader quite a lot. Although he may not treat everyone equally, he’s fair enough.
Only Tang Wenji, being from Maoshan and not truly rooted, coupled with her sufficient capabilities, would ask such questions.
Feng Jun chuckled and shook his head, “You reminded , otherwise I would’ve forgotten. Although Sister Hong and Teacher i aren’t as powerful as you, their Haozhou dialect is better than yours.”
“Haozhou dialect?” Tang Wenji blinked helplessly, “What’s the deal with this?”
“This involves a massive secret. Don’t tell anyone, including your father,” Feng Jun replied seriously, “If you inquire carefully, you’ll find that everyone in the manor is learning the Haozhou dialect. You should learn it too.”
Tang Wenji nodded, “Learning the Haozhou dialect in the manor… I know about that. So, why learn this dialect?”
“Don’t ask so many questions,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, then reached out to touch her cheek, “You know, you’re all my won, and I won’t treat you differently… work hard to learn the Haozhou dialect and keep an eye on the situation over at Sofia’s place as well.”
Saying this, he sped away. Today, apart from transporting crude oil, he also needed to hurry to Yuyuan because tomorrow morning, Dou Jiahui’s lighting factory would officially break ground.
This ti Yunyuan City worked pretty fast. From planning at the beginning of the year to land approval and completing relevant procedures all the way to breaking ground, it only took half a year.
The term “only half a year” is without any sarcasm. Others might think that taking half a year to complete these procedures is turtle-paced, but it’s important to know that Yunyuan is just a city with a fiscal revenue exceeding only ten billion and is relatively underdeveloped.
Dou Jiahui plans to invest in a factory, which will require a basic investnt of around thirty million. When in production, the turnover capital will need another ten million, and this doesn’t even cover the land transfer fees.
Such a large project is enough to make Yunyuan City cautious. Besides, Dou Jiahui can’t afford to invest thirty million himself—in fact, even coming up with three million is difficult and requires bank loans.
But speaking of loans, why would a bank lend him such a huge sum—does your family own a mine?
Fortunately, Yunyuan’s chief officials attached great importance to this, coordinating multiple tis before the project landed within half a year. However, the city didn’t help in vain, getting land transfer fees for shares, holding 25% of the lighting factory.
That is to say, the lighting factory’s valuation is currently 400 million, and Yunyuan City allocated 200 mu of land, which amounts to 100 million.
Of course, it’s not that Yunyuan lost out on the valuation. First of all, this is industrial land, so its price can’t compare to comrcial or residential land, and Yunyuan is really a remote place, with property prices around 5000 per square ter.
No matter what, reaching this point, the city’s chief officials have really shown sincerity.
That night, Feng Jun ca to Yuyuan with Gazi and Wang Haifeng, where Dou Jiahui organized a banquet to receive them.
Discussing this project at the dinner table, Dou Jiahui was still a bit resentful, saying, “If it wasn’t for you getting involved, as long as there’s official shares involved, I wouldn’t take over this ss.”
Before Feng Jun could respond, he snorted dismissively, “With these projects, whether holding shares or not, as long as they have shares, if they want to ss with you…there are at least ten thousand ways to ensure you don’t resist.”
Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh, “Things are better now, and in many areas, public sectors are taking precedence over private ones. As the economic downturn pressure increases, the overseas markets beco more sluggish, private businesses are mostly struggling. It’s actually not bad to rely on the governnt.”
“The problem is he can only do it for five years,” Dou Jiahui shook his head, then chuckled, “You know what? Just as I was about to finalize the project, soone ca to wanting to pay ten million to buy the project off .”
Feng Jun tilted his head and pondered for a mont, then asked, “Do they think the project has developnt prospects and want to take it over, or are they eyeing the favorable loan conditions?”
“How would I know?” Dou Jiahui shrugged indifferently, “I’m not interested in their tricks.”
After a pause, he spoke again, “But I did so digging, that guy is skilled in capital operation, so it’s certain…he’s definitely not the kind to focus on manufacturing. Even if he starts it, he’d sell the factory off.”
Feng Jun shook his head speechlessly, thinking to himself that only Dou Jiahui would do such a thing. Any other friend of his, even Gazi, wouldn’t stubbornly stick with manufacturing—Gazi might be reckless, but he’s not senseless. The key difference with Dou Jiahui is his unique resilience and ruthlessness that others lack.
Still, he was a bit curious, “Are there really people in this day and age who aren’t afraid of anything?”
“There will always be,” Dou Jiahui casually replied, “it’s just a matter of degree…”
At this point, he couldn’t help but laugh, clearly amused. “But that guy ran into a real wall this ti. I explained the situation to the city officials, and they definitely couldn’t agree, so they complained to his family!”
“The city actually showed so face this ti,” Feng Jun was also a bit surprised, “I thought they would back down.”
“Backing down is quite normal; there’s still plenty of inaction,” Dou Jiahui casually answered, “but I made it clear that if this is the investnt climate… it’s basically impossible for to invest.”
Feng Jun laughed at that, “ssing up a good thing for the city, of course, they won’t agree.”
But deep down, he was still quite skeptical about whether the other side would just let it go.
The next day was overcast, and the groundbreaking ceremony started promptly at nine. The city’s main official ca and cut the ribbon with Dou Jiahui.
The official originally intended to invite Feng Jun up, so the three of them could cut the ribbon together, but Feng Jun wasn’t interested, so he directly waved it off—even if they let him stand in the middle, he wouldn’t care.
The official shoveled the first scoop of dirt, followed by the rest of them. As a minor shareholder, Feng Jun had Wang Haifeng do two shovel loads.
Among the three shareholders, only Feng Jun put in forty million with real money, and he had the greatest background—just the fact that the official was willing to offer him the central position showed his status, but precisely because of this, he couldn’t actually participate in the ribbon-cutting.
Standing in the middle ultimately wouldn’t give face to the official, but standing to the side… didn’t a certain Mr. Feng have any dignity?
Having soone else do the groundwork was actually typical of his style.
Two young n stood not far away, coldly watching the scene, with two striking beauties behind them.
Gazi sidled up next to Feng Jun and pointed at a slightly older young man, “That’s him, with the surna Yang… I’ve heard he can get a listing quota, probably soone’s middleman.”
Quite audacious! Feng Jun felt a bit angry. Trying to strong-arm a deal was one thing, but to dare co to the site now that construction had begun?
So he tilted his chin slightly and gave a soft order, “Go tell him to co over and see .”
Gazi went over and said a few words to the young man surnad Yang, who first froze, then flared with anger, casting a cold glance at Feng Jun and muttering sothing under his breath.
The young man next to the man nad Yang wasn’t having it and raised his hand to push Gazi. Gazi casually shoved him back, causing the young man to stagger back four or five steps, quite aggressively.
As the two gestured there, a few minor figures from the city noticed the exchange, and after ntioning it to the official, the official turned to take a look. After asking briefly, he pretended not to notice.
In a setup like this, for soone with the surna Yang to cause trouble, the official was obviously not happy. But since it was Feng Jun’s people who initiated it and Gazi didn’t suffer, he decided issues are best left untroubled—it’s a good day; really getting into it could dampen the spirit.
However, Feng Jun didn’t back down. He walked over slowly and asked in a deep voice, “Your last na is Yang?”
The young man surnad Yang looked at him, hesitated, and nodded, “Yes, it’s . What do you want?”
“I can read faces,” Feng Jun said with a smile, “You have a dark aura, won’t last three days… and I said it!”
The young man surnad Yang actually knew quite well what this was about. Despite knowing Dou Jiahui had soone behind him, he still dared to co out and buy Dou Jiahui’s project, showing his confidence in his network.
Upon hearing Feng Jun’s words, his face turned dark, “President Feng, enough is enough. I’ve already backed off, what more do you want?”
“How do you talk to my Brother Jun?” Gazi wasn’t happy and went to push the guy, who ended up backtracking.
Gazi was genuinely fierce. He looked around and spoke in a deep voice, “Ladies, there’s still ti for you to leave… He’s done for, and you’re young; why follow him to the grave?”
Feng Jun took out a cigarette, lit it calmly but couldn’t help think: Gazi, do we really have to be so brutally honest?
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