Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 567 - : Cultivation of the Immortal Ancestors
Chapter 567 -567: Cultivation of the Immortal Ancestors
Feng Jun refused the loan, and it was not just because Yang Yuxin was vouching for it.
What he cared about most was that in the process of obtaining a loan, he would have to provide the bank with a lot of information and documents—his privacy was too important to him.
However, without these things, why should anyone lend to him?
So, it’s better to just refuse, and there was also no need to explain to the other party how much wealth he had.
Yue Pengfei did not find this surprising at all. He had been working in finance for over three years and had seen all kinds of strange things—Feng Jun had created such a vast fortune from scratch, and 99.99% of it probably had an original sin.
Therefore, he offered Feng Jun another suggestion, “I work at a transportation bank, and I know many people in this industry. Despite my young age, many big bosses in the industry have to give me some face.”
He believed that if Feng Jun wanted to build roads or something similar, he could introduce some business—helping the client is one aspect, but the most important thing is, I can also have them oversee the project, spend less money, do more and accomplish solid work.
This suggestion turned out to be an unexpected gain for Feng Jun; he did not mind spending a bit more money, but it was crucial to carry out substantial work on the project. If it could be efficient and aesthetically pleasing at the same time, that would be even better.
So he felt that Yue Pengfei’s proposal was excellent. Yue himself was not an employee in the transportation industry and had no conflict of interest—even if there was, it was just a small amount.
Compared to that meager interest, becoming good friends with a college classmate seemed more worthwhile—after all, for bankers, high-end customers are the foundation of their business.
Moreover, Yue himself could exert some influence on the transportation industry—not because he was part of it, or because he was young, but because he controlled the funds, which others would somewhat need to consider.
So after much thought, Feng Jun felt that Yue Pengfei’s proposal was very suitable for him.
He was originally concerned that contracting out the barren mountain for road construction and development would be very energy-consuming.
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He would definitely have to employ local people; otherwise, from Elder Hu to County Chief Chi to the local townsfolk, everyone would criticize him.
But the locals… might not be reliable. To put it bluntly, most people might be good, but where interests lie, there is no shortage of those willing to risk danger. And some might think, we’re all from the same town; you can’t be too demanding of me.
After all, you’re already so wealthy—how outrageous is it for me to earn a little more from you?
Lately, Feng Jun had been considering what kind of business model Chaoyang should adopt. Also, quite a number of local people, through various channels and connections, had tried to get his attention, hoping to receive some consideration.
Although Chi Zhijie had declared fiercely at the meeting that anyone who dared to act with impunity should not blame him for being ruthless, threats only go so far. If threats were effective, the world would be at peace—capital punishment can’t stop a greedy heart.
Besides, he’s just a mere county chief. Can he stop the head of the city’s Transportation Bureau, or the head of the Land and Resources Bureau? He can’t even stop the Forestry Bureau.
And when these people send feelers, they are not looking to take high-paying jobs. In fact, the ones who come forward are not the top leaders.
Given that there were rumors of Feng Jun having a falling out with Hu Changqing, their attitude was very proper. Nobody was foolish enough to use their power to pressure him. They just said that their abilities were not worse than outsiders, and they couldn’t turn their elbows outwards when it came to using locals, right?
Of course, once the contract is in hand, it’s quite normal to see some testing and changes.
If you talk about it, Feng Jun does have supervision teams, and indeed, the road construction and maintenance of mountain walls in Zhengyang have brought him a few good partners. But Huaxia is a society based on personal connections—is supervision enough?
He thought finding a major contractor outside Yunyuan City was a good choice, and then let people from the city and county take on subcontracts. The primary contractor itself would have a significant deterrent effect over the subcontractors—if you don’t have the ability, you can’t be the main contractor, can you?
His supervision team would oversee the main contractor, which would avoid direct involvement with the subcontractors, achieving tiered supervision.
If the main contractor exploited the subcontractors too harshly, the local people could still report to him.
This way, he would also have leverage over the main contractor—he didn’t have the time to deal with so many people, but focusing on just one was easy.
In any case, it seemed to be a relatively perfect mode of operation.
So, having this meal with Yue Pengfei really brought an unexpected joy.
After all, his stay in Chaoyang these last few days was mainly to coordinate these matters. Ironically, it was financial issues—his weakest link—that few were concerned about. Li Xiaobin was still finalizing procedures, and there was no immediate need for money.
Li Xiaobin, who was reputed to be his assistant, also had the authority to coordinate these matters, but in reality… everyone understands.
Although you are also from Chaoyang and the person in charge appointed by Feng Jun, can an employee really compare to the boss?
This time Feng Jun returned with the intention of staying for a week. He reserved two days for signing the contract; the remaining five days were planned for his parents’ cultivation and coordinating relationships in all aspects.
Some people have asked, since he cares so much about his parents’ cultivation, why doesn’t he move the whole family to Zhengyang, right?
Feng Jun did want to move, but his parents were constrained by various social relationships; could they move to Zhengyang?
If his parents were willing to move, he would certainly support them; if they were not, he would still support them—If he couldn’t even do as he pleased in this matter, how could he talk about receiving treatment fit for a celestial being?
Five and a half days had passed, and the various relationships had not been sorted out especially smoothly, but with Yue Pengfei stepping in, he was spared a lot of trouble.
Isn’t it said that relationships with classmates are a valuable asset?
In the following days, Feng Jun was busy guiding his parents in their Cultivation because so many people were coming to discuss business, he had to take his parents to Riyue Lake Reservoir to cultivate.
On the eighth day, a construction company introduced by Yue Pengfei arrived; it was from the provincial capital, Jiangxia, and the company was not small in size.
It was particularly rare that this company had somehow found out that Feng Jun had spent over a hundred million yuan to build a mountain wall in Zhengyang.
The communication between the parties was very pleasant; then Feng Jun handed the specifics over to Li Xiaobin and said that in the future, she would be responsible for interfacing between the two parties, and there was no need to contact me for everything.
By the tenth day, Feng Jun had finally helped his mother cultivate her first thread of Inner Qi, and one day later, his father also advanced to the rank of beginner Martial Artist.
He took care of his parents much more meticulously than his disciples, using Spiritual Energy to massage them every day and feeding them Body Tempering Pills bit by bit; as for concerns about unstable foundations, he didn’t consider them at all.
Starting to cultivate at their age was already late; what prospects could they talk about at this point? To extend their lifespan and live without disasters and diseases was the primary goal; anything else was left to fate.
But to be honest, when it comes to enduring hardship, his parents were not inferior to anyone else, and could even be said to be the most diligent cultivators Feng Jun had ever seen, seemingly even more so than the Cultivation fanatics from the Mobile Phone realm.
This, in addition to their ability to endure hardships, was also very much related to their age; at this stage of life, one is on a downward trajectory and most people would feel an urgency.
Zhang Junyi even developed her Inner Qi a bit earlier than Feng Wenhui—she too wanted to become younger and more beautiful.
Once both had cultivated their Inner Qi and could feel the warm currents moving about inside their bodies, truly embarking on the path of Cultivation, Feng Jun could leave.
Both elders also generally understood the related realms of Cultivation, and they were quite astonished by their son’s progress in Cultivation. Feng Wenhui even asked curiously, “Xiao Jun, what exactly is the Cultivation Technique you’re practicing?”
“My technique…” Feng Jun wasn’t sure how to introduce the Cultivation Technique he had been practicing. Honestly, he had always had doubts about the Tai Chi Breathing Technique he first practiced and wanted to know where it stood among other techniques.
Regrettably, even though he had accessed numerous related books and even emptied the Gu Family’s library, and gotten a lot of books from Lord Beiyuan and the Yongyi Duke Princely Heir, he didn’t find any mention of his technique in all those books.
However, he still couldn’t consult with people from the Wuyou Platform—what would it look like, a Cultivator suddenly wanting to cosplay as a Martial Cultivator out of a whim? It might be understandable, but pestering people incessantly about a Martial Cultivation Technique would seem odd, wouldn’t it?
And he was also quite concerned that those people might somehow uncover his roots; after all, one cannot be too cautious when dealing with cultivators.
So he could only comfort himself: surely this must be an extraordinary technique; otherwise, why would others be so secretive about it?
He certainly couldn’t avoid his father’s question, but it was really hard to explain, and he did not want to worry his parents—surely he couldn’t say, “I only had this type of technique available, with no other choice,” right?
So he could only vaguely answer, “My Cultivation Technique is rather special; it’s not suitable for you to practice.”
Feng Wenhui wanted to ask more, but Zhang Junyi gave him a look.
The next day, however, before Feng Jun left, his mother still pulled him aside and whispered, “Son, you’re already twenty-six… Shouldn’t you be settling down your personal matters now?”
Feng Jun scratched his head, “That’s my nominal age; I haven’t even had my twenty-fifth birthday yet, mom, you’re not really that anxious, are you?”
“I’m not in a hurry,” Zhang Junyi really had no intention of urging her son to get married, but she still couldn’t help asking in a low voice, “The Cultivation you’re doing… it’s not one of those ‘celibacy techniques,’ is it?”
Feng Jun helplessly slapped his forehead and clicked his tongue, “Mom, you’re really overthinking it.”
I’m mainly uncertain about the follow-up to this technique, and I don’t know if my success can be replicated with you, so I chose a safer route for you to Cultivate.
How did it turn into this in your eyes? Your imagination really is something…
“Good that it’s not,” Zhang Junyi nodded and said earnestly, “I think that girl Zhang Caixin is quite nice. Even if not for marriage, you’re at the age to have a girlfriend, so you could start dating for a while… Besides, she doesn’t have a boyfriend.”
Feng Jun gave his mother a skeptical look and asked, “You actually know she doesn’t have a boyfriend?”
What on earth has my mother been plotting behind my back?
