Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 202: Unlucky

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Facing Feng Jun’s question, Xu Leigang felt it was too difficult to be a person.

He had been fawning over Master Feng and was very polite to people from the capital.

Yet somehow, without knowing how, things had turned out this way.

But he couldn’t lose his temper, and could only offer a wry smile as he explained, “It’s just…everyone is a bit impatient, aren’t they?”

At this, it was Feng Jun’s turn to be at a loss for words. After a pause, he replied slowly, “Lao Xu, as you know, I haven’t managed to get my medical license yet. Impatient or not, we have to wait.”

Does he need a medical license? No, a cultivator treating someone doesn’t need such a license to prove their profession is Immortal.

What Feng Jun meant was clear: I’m not a doctor, and I have no obligation or responsibility to treat others.

He was truly annoyed now—it wasn’t as if he had gone out of his way to treat these people. Helping them out was a favor, not helping was his right.

What was the point of blocking the door to coerce him?

If you really want me to lend a hand, then don’t block the door. Deliver the goods from Myanmar first, and see if I don’t hurry to treat you—as long as I owe someone, I make it a priority to repay them quickly.

“No license?” Gao Qiang spoke up, his question sharp with sarcasm, “You practice medicine without a license?”

Feng Jun gave him a look and blinked, asking in confusion, “Did you see me practice medicine?”

Gao Qiang was taken aback but still directly stated, “Helping people lose weight, using medicine, doesn’t that count as practicing medicine?”

Feng Jun frowned slightly, a touch of displeasure in his voice, “The drug for helping people lose weight could be considered a health product. What I’m curious about now is…do you think I shouldn’t help Xu Leigang, or are you trying to stop me from helping others?”

His tone was icy, but Gao Qiang, committed to his role as the ‘exposer of fakes,’ certainly didn’t care about this.

In fact, ever since he started targeting fake traditional Chinese medicine, he had seen too many charlatans and their tricks.

Charlatans never admit to being charlatans, and guilty people aren’t usually numerous. Most of the time, they appear extraordinarily confident, using their aura to suppress others. This man in front of him was most likely one of them.

So, Gao Qiang simply watched him with a mocking smile, speaking in a tone that suggested he saw right through him, “I’m just inquiring about your qualifications to practice medicine. After all, Xiao Wei is just a child, shouldn’t I?”

Li Ting was rather displeased with his words, but since he was ostensibly acting for Xiao Wei’s benefit, she could only watch silently.

Xu Leigang snorted coldly, he was embarrassed to confront Yuan Huapeng directly, but there was no need to be polite to this guy, “Kid, did someone hire you to check medical qualifications?”

“I just asked casually,” Gao Qiang spread his hands with a carefree reply, “Why would I be qualified to deal with that?”

Xu Leigang gave him a cold look which clearly conveyed the message: So you know you’re not qualified?

Gao Qiang remained unruffled, though. He had come to play the villain, and besides, when facing a charlatan… is politeness ever effective?

Now Feng Jun was getting annoyed. He looked at Xu Leigang, “If you don’t trust me, then let’s just forget it. Why force it?”

“Alright, nevermind him, I’m the child’s mother,” Li Ting finally spoke up. She clasped her hands together, very politely adding, “Master Feng, I must trouble you once more.”

Only then did Feng Jun sense that not everyone on the other side shared the same opinion.

Regardless, with the child’s mother supporting him, he couldn’t firmly refuse.

Not to mention, he was still hoping to receive benefits from them.

So he made his position clear, “I don’t have medical qualifications, nor do I have the responsibility or obligation to help you. But out of respect for a mother, I agree to help you out. Now I ask… does anyone object?”

Nobody else spoke up, but Gao Qiang opened his mouth again, “Xiao Wei is just a child, and I request to observe the entire process.”

He had initially wanted an explanation of the principles, but seeing Feng Jun’s uncompromising stance, he had to settle for the next best thing—for now.

He knew his request might not be granted, so he glanced at Yuan Huapeng—it’s always me playing the bad guy; shouldn’t you step up a little?

Yuan Huapeng felt somewhat ashamed by that look, and being a second-generation, had somewhat typical traits of one. Consequently, he spoke up clearly, “Master Feng, he’s just watching. It’s not like your unique skills can be easily stolen, right?”

“Trying to steal my methods?” Feng Jun laughed derisively, “I’m not targeting anyone here, but let me say… never mind, saying too much hurts feelings. I’ll just say this: if you insist on watching, then I have to apologize.”

After saying that, he turned to Xu Leigang, “I’ve really given you a lot of face.”

Xu Leigang was thoroughly irritated, glaring at Gao Qiang, “What’s the big deal if you can’t watch? You little whippersnapper, on my turf, it’s not your place to throw tantrums!”

His words also implied a reproach towards Yuan Huapeng, indicating his extreme frustration—I’ve already been very polite to the Yuan Family people. You keep silent, and when you do speak, you’re basically supporting that guy. Who the hell are you slapping in the face?

After speaking, he ignored Yuan Huapeng and turned to Li Ting, “Sis, what do you think?”

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Li Ting hesitated for a moment, thinking of what Xu Ruofang had previously said—that Master Feng still needed her—and finally nodded, “Well… of course I trust Master Feng.”

Yuan Huapeng kept a stern face and said nothing, but internally he comforted himself—if there really were no effects later on, it wouldn’t be too late for him to erupt. After all, in a family, there should always be someone to play the good cop and bad cop,

Feng Jun looked around and spoke in a deep voice, “Finally, let’s confirm one more time, does anyone object?”

This time, not only did Yuan Huapeng remain silent, but even Gao Qiang didn’t make a sound, only watching him with an icy stare.

In fact, Feng Jun wasn’t actually happy. If not for the fact that he really needed a batch of military supplies to ensure his safety in the different plane, he would have walked away long ago—do they really think I have so many Body Tempering Pills that I don’t know where to put them?

Seeing that everyone remained silent, he then spoke up, “Lao Xu, go send Manager Chang off… It’s raining outside.”

Xu Leigang glanced at the stunning woman, then at Feng Jun, and with a grin full of insinuation said, “This lady… is she your assistant as well?”

Feng Jun gave him a look and replied resentfully, “Stop joking, this is my business partner, yeah… business partner.”

In the past few days, he hadn’t been having such a great time. Ever since that time with Sister Hong, she hadn’t shown him any favor anymore.

If it had been a random encounter at a bar, even after a friendly match, Feng Jun wouldn’t be too concerned about the other person’s reaction—they both had physical needs, get it done, and it was generally understood that you part ways at dawn.

But Sister Hong wasn’t just anybody; she was not only his once gorgeous superior but also his current business partner.

Of course, what haunted his mind the most was her infinite charm, which truly intoxicated him….

All in all, he felt that if he couldn’t completely conquer this woman, it would be a regret in his life.

These days, he had found various excuses to get in touch with Sister Hong, but she was always cool towards him, indifferent even to the next step in their possible cooperation.

Feng Jun was also a bit displeased and bluntly told her the day before yesterday that he was going to discuss a partnership with Wu Jianguo and his son—that’s right, the one involving buying the barren hills in Zhengyang Suburb.

As for why he didn’t want to buy it before and why he did now—it’s my prerogative, I have the money, and if I want to buy, I’ll buy.

Sister Hong was still tepid in her response, so Feng Jun outright said, “If you’re busy, go ahead, I’ll find someone else to accompany me to buy.”

So who to ask? After some thought, he came up with Manager Chang. He was a bit inflamed these days, and the desire stirred by his recent intimacy with Sister Hong made it hard to stop once it had begun—some things, once started, are not easily halted.

He didn’t think he needed to halt it anyway. He used to know how to release pent-up needs; he couldn’t possibly become more restrained with age. Since he didn’t make any promises to Zhang Weihong, there was no need to stay chaste for her, right?

In fact, Feng Jun now highly doubted whether he would ever meet a girl worth making such a promise to.

Anyway, he had managed to smoothly make an appointment with Manager Chang yesterday, and she had actively helped him get in touch with some people, estimated the value of the barren hills, and carefully checked the contracting procedures to avoid any loopholes.

Today, the two of them spent the entire day busy on the barren hills. Since it was raining, Manager Chang suggested that they head back earlier.

Feng Jun knew that Performance Bar didn’t start working until eight o’clock, and the lobby manager could arrive by seven-thirty and that would be sufficient.

So he suggested that it was still early and that they might as well go to his place to have some food?

Manager Chang hesitated and said that with the rain so heavy, it was better to head back to the city center first.

However, when she found out that Feng Jun’s residence was in Peach Blossom Valley, she no longer objected—it would only require a slight detour.

While driving into the residential area, Feng Jun’s hand had already slipped under Manager Chang’s trench coat hem and rested on her leg.

She seemed completely unaware, chatting and laughing with him as if his hand wasn’t on her leg.

Seeing her reaction, Feng Jun immediately understood. Based on his experience, she didn’t mind having a friendly match with him, and it would be the familiar kind, devoid of any pretense or coyness.

What he liked most was this kind of clear-cut fast food relationship, with no psychological burdens on either side.

So you can imagine his mood when he encountered Xu Lei and others blocking his door.

In the time that followed, the fact that he could maintain a normal conversation was quite an accomplishment.

Now that he had decided to take action, he still needed to take care of Manager Chang properly because once he started the treatment, there would not only be some noise but also a considerable delay—he and Manager Chang only had a simple sexual relationship, so there was no need for her to stick around and watch.

After Manager Chang entered the house, she remained silent. Seeing a stout man now ready to escort her away, she obediently followed him out.

The rest seated in the living room didn’t know what to say.

Feng Jun waved to Yuan Youwei and spoke with a smile, “Little buddy, come, how about playing a game with uncle?”

(Regarding the mislabeling of ‘younger brother-in-law’ in yesterday’s chapter, Wind made a mistake. I don’t know how I got it wrong, but it should have been ‘younger uncle.’ I apologize for that. However, it’s troublesome to modify already uploaded VIP chapters because it requires contacting the editor. Everyone, please bear with it for now. I will correct it later. It’s the end of the year, so I’m calling for monthly votes.)

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