Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 403: 403

Manager Cong came over to chat for an additional important reason besides the two points Feng Jun considered: to build momentum for the Crown Prince.

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Mingyang Advertising Company was planning to expand into Funiu Market, which indicated the importance of the Crown Prince personally leading the charge.

However, the local partners in Zhengyang were no pushovers, and since they were cooperating, they would naturally argue vigorously for their interests— sure, Mingyang is famous, but please remember, this is Zhengyang, not Yangcheng.

In such a situation, Manager Cong suddenly realized that the man who was having a late-night meal with two beautiful women was actually someone who had resigned from the company?

Feng Jun at this moment was very different from a year ago; he seemed more spirited, his slightly plump physique had become more proportionate, and he even appeared to have grown taller.

Manager Cong could tell this guy seemed to be doing well, but even with good progress, how much better could he be in just a year? Compared to Mingyang Company, he was still way behind.

His hope that Feng Jun would come over to offer a toast was also a way to show support for the Crown Prince: see, the guy having a late-night meal with two beauties still has to take the initiative to toast our Crown Prince.

—In Zhengyang, you may well be influential, but the reach of Mingyang Company also knows no bounds.

However, he did not expect that Feng Jun, who had always worked quietly in the company and was not lacking in perceptive judgment, would disdain to speak to him.

Manager Cong immediately felt embarrassed and angry, but thankfully he knew that the Crown Prince and the partners were nearby; he needed to maintain his composure, so he said with a smile, “Oh, by the way, I just remembered something… Zhang Yunzhen seems to be getting married.”

Zhang Yunzhen… Hearing this name again, Feng Jun’s heart couldn’t help but clench.

She was his ex-girlfriend, petite and cute, with whom he had made countless vows, planning to stay together until old age.

Zhang Yunzhen was quite attractive and was considered a beauty of her department at Jiangxia University.

Usually, a beauty like her in the liberal arts, certainly no less than Li Shishi.

Generally speaking, a woman’s beauty inversely correlates with her education level, and liberal arts departments tend to have more beauties, but someone of Zhang Yunzhen’s caliber was rare. At university, Feng Jun had gone through a lot of trouble to outdo her other admirers and win her over…

Well, those were things of the past. Later on, Feng Jun vowed never to be the faithful good man again but to become a wayward wanderer, abandoning that laughable naivety.

However, when he heard her name again, he was stunned to find that he still couldn’t let go fully—first love isn’t just as simple as a round of romance.

In the end, he controlled his emotions very well and spoke lightly, “Oh, she didn’t inform me.”

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the glass, ready to give the other party a hard time if they continued to prattle on.

Manager Cong noticed his gesture, but more importantly, he saw Feng Jun’s change in complexion, knowing his words had taken effect— emotions can be disguised, but complexions cannot be faked.

So, he didn’t say anything further and left with an air of importance— if you make me uncomfortable, I won’t let you have it easy either.

Li Shishi and Feng Jing could both tell that this Zhang Yunzhen must have been someone special to Feng Jun, but smartly, both avoided bringing up the subject afterward.

Feng Jing herself was a married woman and couldn’t make a fuss about such matters, and as for Li Shishi… would she bother to upset her new boss for no good reason?

The rest of the night passed without incident, and Feng Jing got up early the next day, while Feng Jun allowed himself the luxury of sleeping in before driving back to the estate to see his parents.

Zhang Junyi didn’t say much, but Feng Wenhui asked his son, “Your Bamboo Forest has a very obvious therapeutic effect, why don’t you open it to the public? Once the word gets out, you could be earning money just by sitting back.”

Feng Jun glanced at his dad and asked seriously, “Dad, do you think… I’m short of money?”

Feng Wenhui, at a loss for words, finally replied after a while, “But you can’t just ignore the opportunity to make money, can you? Your mother and I work hard all month long to earn just a few thousand… Now you’ve learned to be extravagant?”

Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh, “If you’re tired, then stop working. Why don’t you two take the opportunity while you’re still young, travel around the country, and then around the world? If you still find yourselves with too much free time, I wouldn’t mind if you decide to have another brother or sister for me.”

“How disrespectful!” Zhang Junyi glared fiercely at him, “Are those words for you to say?”

“Okay, my mistake,” Feng Jun raised his hands, knowing his mother was traditional and hated it when people crossed the line, especially regarding respect for elders, “What I mean is, you can completely shut down that business and enjoy your life in peace.”

Zhang Junyi gave her son another long look and spoke slowly, “A building rises, a building falls. You’ve grown up and made a name for yourself, but always remember, fortunes can change; flowers don’t bloom for a hundred days. Your father and I are keeping a safety net for you, it’s our wish as your parents.”

Feng Jun didn’t know how to explain himself, moved by their intentions, especially knowing they had done their best.

At that moment, Feng Wenhui spoke again, “Xiao Jun, even if we don’t consider the financial aspect, it’s a waste to let such a valuable resource sit idle… and wasting is not right.”

Huh? Feng Jun felt he found a reason that could convince his parents, “Dad, that’s not the way to look at it. This Bamboo Forest is my own creation, made using lost Daoist Techniques… how could I just let anyone know about it?”

“A lost… Daoist Technique?” Feng Wenhui’s mouth hung open wide, his eyes glazed over as if he’d just seen an alien.

“You and your nonsense,” said his mother, who came from a scholarly family and firmly refused to believe it. “Didn’t you say it was something to do with negative ion oxygen bars or whatnot?”

“That was the actual nonsense,” Feng Jun said with a wry smile, “at first, I was afraid you wouldn’t accept it and would think I had gone crazy, so I made up a reason. Now that you know the benefits of the Bamboo Forest, I’m not afraid to tell the truth.”

The two elders were still in a daze, finding it a bit hard to accept. Daoist Technique… Wasn’t that a bit too fantastical?

Seeing their reaction, Feng Jun didn’t say another word. With a simple wave of his hand, a piece of Jade the size of a human head appeared in his hand.

“Eh?” Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi both had their eyes widen in shock, then raised their hands to rub their eyes, “Is this… magic?”

Before the elders could react, Feng Jun produced an old yellowish Talisman and handed it to his dad, “This is a Golden Armor Charm. Tear it open… Yep, just like that, tear it strongly!”

After Feng Wenhui tore open the Golden Armor Charm, a faint yellow glow enveloped his entire body.

“Ah?” Zhang Junyi let out a surprised shout, “Xiao Jun, why is your dad… glowing?”

Feng Jun laughed, “Isn’t this great? Now we don’t have to turn on the lights at night, saves electricity.”

“You little brat, are you looking for a beating?” Zhang Junyi got angry. “How can you joke about your dad like that?”

As they were talking, Feng Wenhui took out his mobile phone. “Let me see… Wow, this kid really is something. Junyi, do you think if I take a selfie like this, it will be cool?”

Zhang Junyi looked unamused, reaching out to tug at his ear, “You old fool, still thinking of taking selfies… Want to apply a skin filter and beautify yourself too?”

“Eh,” she exclaimed the next moment, “Why can’t I pull your ear?”

“Mom, it’s called a Golden Armor Charm, it’s for personal protection,” Feng Jun began to explain, “This Talisman provides a certain level of protection against harm. It’s your son’s way of showing filial piety.”

While explaining, he conjured up a machete and handed it to his mother, “Don’t believe me? Try chopping him with it.”

By this time, Zhang Junyi’s entire world view was collapsing. She didn’t even stop to wonder where her son had produced the machete from, staring blankly ahead, “Use the machete… to chop him?”

Feng Jun coaxed with a smile, “The flat of the blade, the flat of the blade, start with that…”

If it was the flat of the blade, then there was no pressure. Zhang Junyi tried tapping her husband lightly with the back of the machete, gradually getting harder, “Eh, indeed there’s no effect. Let me use a bit more force… still nothing. But, Xiao Jun, let’s just leave the blade’s edge out of this, alright?”

“Let’s forget about the blade,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, “No harm would come from it either, but since you don’t want to test it, let’s leave it… Anyway, this thing is great for protection. As long as the yellow light is there, it will safeguard the body.”

“Let me try,” Feng Wenhui extended his hand to take the machete from his wife and swung it at his own thigh.

After trying a few chops, Feng Wenhui was finally impressed, “This really is a great item… Xiao Jun, can it protect from car accidents too?”

“For car accidents, usually no problem, but it’s uncertain with trains,” Feng Jun answered with a grin, “The key is to tear it open if things look bad. If you wait until the incident happens, it’ll be too late.”

“There’s still room for improvement then,” Feng Wenhui mused, “Don’t they say that treasures protect their master?”

Who would’ve thought, dad, you’re quite the scholar on Cultivation theories, Feng Jun felt somewhat out of character.

In the end, he admitted honestly, “That… I’ll work on improving it, but it might take some time.”

“Don’t pay your dad any mind,” Zhang Junyi came to her son’s defense, “My son is so accomplished, and he’s still nitpicking…”

After a bit of back and forth, Feng Wenhui exclaimed in surprise, “Eh… the yellow glow is gone.”

He was holding the machete, looking at his thigh hesitantly, “In this condition… it’s probably not wise to use the blade’s edge, right?”

“Not the flat of the blade either,” Feng Jun quickly shouted out, “The effect of the Talisman has ended… twenty-five minutes, not bad.”

In truth, the durability of the Golden Armor Charm wasn’t necessarily tied to time. The stronger the attacks it received, the shorter its duration; with weak attacks, it could last up to an hour at most.

“It’s over just like that?” Both Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi were a bit surprised. It wasn’t that they found the protective time too short, but rather… wouldn’t it be better if it lasted longer?

“No worries, I have plenty of Talismans,” Feng Jun said with a smile, pulling out four more Golden Armor Charms, “Each of you take two. If you encounter danger, just tear one open. Even if it’s wasted, it doesn’t matter.”

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