Chapter 511: Chapter 511 A Killing Intent Arises
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Feng Jun’s reaction was not petty, as a young man who once had nothing but an education, he had encountered enough obstacles in society in previous years.
If you’re not at the bottom, you don’t understand the helplessness of the bottom. In the employee dormitory, even a signature pen could be stolen—couldn’t you return it after you’ve used it?
His past experiences made him prone to suspect the worst of so matters.
Feng Jun didn’t know Hu Changqing very well, but he could imagine that soone who could beco a ministerial-level leader probably had a temper. Hadn’t he likely already gotten used to the idea that “those who follow shall prosper, and those who oppose shall perish”?
Of course, Mr. Hu certainly had tis when he would compromise; isn’t politics the art of compromise? But without a doubt, the objects of his compromise would definitely not be soone insignificant like Feng Jun.
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Now, Feng Jun might also be considered a billionaire. With a few swipes of his pen and by pooling his efforts, he might manage to squeeze into the ten-billion circle, but to the national system he represented, he was still just a salted fish, only bigger in size compared to other salted fish.
Just a single Chaoge City dared to send over fifty people to summon him to Zhengyang.
Regarding the matter of the lamp store opening, the one who was wrong was actually Liu Er, but Feng Jun had absolutely no interest in gambling on Hu Changqing’s character.
Your buttocks decide your brain; as long as soone has a butt, they will justify their actions. Was what Liu Er did really that excessive? Isn’t a market economy supposed to encourage competition fully? Once competition occurs, shouldn’t everyone show off their “Divine Skills”?
If Liu Er could survive in the brutal market competition, you could say he’s good at “reincarnating,” but isn’t reincarnating a skill itself? If you were capable, and you could completely dominate him with your core technology, wouldn’t the market be yours?
Feng Jun didn’t know whether Hu Changqing would say sothing similar, but just from Liu Er’s years of rampaging on the lamp street and his extrely arrogant attitude, it could be deduced that, at the very least, Hu Changqing couldn’t be absolved from the suspicion of indulgence.
Feng, who engaged in interdinsional trading, initially found it extrely lonely, difficult, and dangerous. Now, there was still danger, but making money had beco relatively easier and he had accumulated so assets.
He could take out a few billion and bet on Hu Changqing’s character without harming his own backbone.
Besides, if he really pissed him off, sending out a few “unnatural death” slots wouldn’t be too difficult to arrange.
But… why bother? Feng Jun didn’t like trouble, and moreover, he might end up facing an organizational decision. If one really wanted to confront the entire system, the troubles would be more than trivial.
Thus, since taking care of Liu Er and declining to visit Hu Changqing, Feng Jun had already made up his mind: unless Old Hu dies, I will not contract for the forest and mountains.
Of course, to put it another way, if there was indeed a good contracting opportunity, then he might take preemptive action and have to silently say “sorry” to Elder Hu.
—If you can disregard the suffering of others, so can I.
Therefore, he wasn’t interested in the promise of “permission to contract” that Mou Miao ntioned. Instead, he was quite interested in the three newly assembled Boiler Cal Motorcycles.
These three machines were produced by Yuyuan, with the help of Wang Haifeng’s father and several technical experts who found a way to reduce the noise by almost a quarter.
You see, noise is not just a matter of sound pollution.
Noise itself is a form of energy conversion—how can you make noise without energy?
At the sa ti, noise also indicates machine wear. Without friction, impact, and tremors, how can noise be generated?
Simply put, increased durability, reduced noise, less energy loss, and even more complete combustion—this ans even less air pollution.
Mou Miao happily explained all this, thinking that the people sent by Wang Haifeng’s father were really helpful. He sincerely admired that predecessors were indeed predecessors; one must acknowledge their superiority.
In his heart, Feng Jun was sowhat skeptical. Issues of noise and such were not taken into consideration elsewhere, and there were even custors who bought Boiler Cal Motorcycles that preferred ones with louder noises—this signifies wealth in their household.
However, since Old Mou was treating it as a success and was so happy, Feng Jun also smiled along—the satisfaction his old classmate felt from accomplishing sothing could not be bought with money.
Eventually, Mou Miao unveiled his trump card: with the guidance of the elders, not only had the quality improved, but the costs had also significantly decreased.
This was a genuinely good thing. Feng Jun was not particularly stingy, especially towards friends, spending money very willingly, but the reduction in costs was indeed sothing worth celebrating.
Never mind saying that interdinsional trading brings excessive profits, who would complain about having too much money?
Thus, Feng Jun directly started a Boiler Cal Motorcycle for a trial run.
While this thing did pollute significantly, it was a re drizzle for the four square kiloters of barren mountains.
That night, Feng Jun held a banquet in the front building to treat Mou Miao, drinking until eleven o’clock, at which point Mou Miao and his wife simply decided to stay overnight.
However, when it was ti to rest, Mou Miao brought up the old topic again, “Feng Jun, think about the forest and mountain contracting. It’s sothing the city is pushing, and it seems like Hu Changqing has expressed support for it.”
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“Hu Changqing supports ?” Feng Jun exclaid, eyes wide in surprise, “Are you sure there’s been no mistake? I’ve long offended him to death… Chao Gang asked to see him, but I didn’t go.”
“It seems Chao Gang also exerted so effort,” Mou Miao moved to the sofa and took a seat, lighting up a cigarette.
He normally didn’t smoke, only after drinking, “I’m not too familiar with this matter, but Dou Jiahui ntioned that County Chief Chi made it clear that Elder Hu supports the county’s maneuver. Otherwise… how could there have been an outco so soon?”
“Did a donkey kick Elder Hu’s head or sothing?” Feng Jun had also drunk quite a bit, feeling sowhat tipsy; although he could quickly tabolize the alcohol if he ran his good luck energy, he truly enjoyed the buzz.
Life’s pleasures should be fully savored, lest the golden goblet is left staring at the moon alone, thus he could express his views with great relish, “I’ve been snubbing him repeatedly, and yet, he’s actually willing to help ?”
“Who knows?” Mou Miao responded vaguely while smoking, “Perhaps bigwigs think differently than us, and Elder Hu… actually really wants to develop Yunyuan well.”
Hu Changqing wants to develop Yunyuan well—Feng Jun truly believed this. The big boss of Yunyuan’s hill, acknowledged by the predecessors and having inherited the relevant political legacy, still often lived in Yunyuan after retirent; how could such a person not want to develop his hotown?
But developing the hotown wasn’t sothing a has-been could decide, and certainly not against the will of the whole province, let alone the country. Yunyuan was placed quite far behind in the province’s developnt schedule.
Thus, while developing the hotown was significant, it was also distant. The real task was maintaining one’s authority and quashing all provocations—that was the true path.
Feng Jun chuckled nonchalantly, “That said, I’m just worried that he might set a trap for . Billions are at stake there, and if he reneges on his support later, I’ll have my hands full.”
He had the confidence to speak of ‘having his hands full’; had it been soone else, they might simply sum it up with ‘a complete disaster’.
Mou Miao was well aware of the nuances and, being from Yunyuan City and not a Chaoyang native, he didn’t press the issue further, “I’m just relaying the ssage. Chi Zhijie also asked for so processing work, which I gave him… anyways, you decide.”
“You decide…” Feng Jun stroked his chin, feeling a trace of irritation due to the alcohol, “Ah, I just wonder when Elder Hu will kick the bucket.”
He was already pondering several viable plans.
For instance, actively getting involved in the contracting work, leveraging Elder Hu’s influence, and then when the dust settled, get rid of the guy—that was seizing the right opportunity for developnt and choosing to strike first.
He was certain of one thing because he had Elder Hu’s support, his own suspicion in Elder Hu’s death would be very minimal.
Once Hu Changqing was gone, without facing the pressure of the entire system, really, no one in Chaoyang would be able to hold him down anymore. Even if the county leadership changed, he wasn’t afraid. Feng, with cash in his left hand and his good brother Dou Jiahui by his side, would defiantly ask—who dares to challenge ?
Of course, he was only taking advantage of the Dou Family’s power. If soone foolish dared to cause trouble, did they really think Feng had cultivated false divine skills?
After thinking for a while, he felt this matter seed workable too, “Alright, I’ll consider it further.”
Mou Miao was already swaying on his feet. Seeing this, Liu Xiaoxuan hurriedly helped him into the room. The couple, though not married, had long stopped concealing their live-in relationship, and she wasn’t embarrassed about it.
After they left, only Yang Yuxin and the two assistants nad Li remained in the living room; the others had gone to the backyard.
Yang Yuxin spoke up, “Regarding the mountain contracting, I can help co up with so ideas. I can even make so contacts near the capital.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun was taken aback, “You’ve got to be kidding. My contracts… are calculated in square kiloters.”
With such an area, you’re telling —near the capital?
“What’s the issue?” Yang Yuxin replied nonchalantly, “The vocational school near the Old Sumr Palace has four square kiloters too.”
“Hey, hey, just because your daughter got into Peking University through a special recomndation, doesn’t an you can treat them like that,” Feng Jun looked at her bemused, “After all, it’s one of Huaxia’s top universities. Can I even compare?”
“It’s really no problem,” Yang Yuxin insisted earnestly, “If you’re not doing real estate, but just planting trees, there’s plenty of vacant land near the capital… Real estate requires too much in terms of anities and policies; it’s tricky to ss with.”
“The capital…” Feng Jun felt the temptation was too strong. Even if he wasn’t going into real estate, just building sothing there could attract countless young people flocking from the north, couldn’t it?
But after so thought, he shook his head, “Forget it, I don’t want the hassle, and… I don’t like the capital, nor do I need it.”
He wasn’t very keen on the capital. “Not needing it” was a very important reason for him, as none of his business involved the capital. From this point of view, not even Fortune 500 companies could compare to him.
Really, what he wanted most was for his parents to live a happy and comfortable life.
The next morning, bright and early, Chi Zhijie called his mobile phone.
(Update to co, it’s the end of the month again, and as usual, there will be extra updates at dawn, and a guaranteed minimum quota of monthly tickets for July.)
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