Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 189: Critical Illness (First Update to Celebrate Leader Ziyān)

Feng Jun couldn’t really provide help with airport security clearances, to tell the truth, there was none.

But his original intent hadn’t been to put the individual on a plane, either.

It was only after buying the ticket that Liu Hong suddenly realized something was amiss—such a purchase meant that if he disappeared within the week, no one would raise an alarm.

At that thought, sweat poured down his brow.

The next moment, he looked up, forced a calm tone, and said, “Brother Feng, I really know I was wrong. Just name your price, a thousand or eight hundred… I, Xiao Hong, will certainly gather it for you.”

Feng Jun’s left hand was holding a mobile phone, and his right, which had been holding a gun, casually placed a five-six Type submachine gun aside and reached out with a chuckle, grasping the other’s shoulder, “Ah, if only you’d thought like this earlier, wouldn’t that be nice? Let’s go!”

The next moment, he stood in the Jade-constructed bedroom, carrying Liu Hong’s corpse.

He had already experimented and found that living creatures couldn’t be taken into the alternate dimension—at least ants and earthworms died instantly, and as for viruses and bacteria, he had not observed.

As expected, when Liu Hong emerged in this space, all signs of life ceased, including heartbeat and breath, yet the body was still warm.

After disposing of the body and erasing all traces, Feng Jun quietly left the rooftop of the small building.

When he returned to the disco, he was startled to find two men sitting in front of Zhang Caixin, gesticulating and saying something—it was the group who had sent the champagne.

Zhang Caixin didn’t look at them, absentmindedly poking at her fruit juice with a straw, exuding an air of keep your distance.

However, these two were not discouraged and continued talking excitedly—if they didn’t have at least this much thick skin, how could they chase girls?

Suddenly, they saw a smile on the beauty’s face and were overjoyed, ready to intensify their advance, when they saw her smile slightly in one direction and loudly complain, “Why did it take you so long to come back?”

Immediately afterward, they saw the same man they had seen earlier reappear.

Feng Jun couldn’t care less about those two, and with a slight nod to Zhang Caixin, said, “I got a bad stomach, shall we go?”

Zhang Caixin paused, thinking what a fruitless night, leaving just like this?

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Despite her playful and elfish nature in private, she was still competent in public, standing up without a word, reaching for her coat, and complaining, “I told you to eat less, yet you never listen.”

Their relationship definitely hadn’t progressed this far; she simply wanted to hint to those two that she was already taken, so they should keep their little schemes to themselves.

Unfortunately, those two were probably a bit too drunk to spare any attention for Feng Jun, one slurring as he said, “Beauty, to meet is fate… you two, can we add each other on WeChat?”

Zhang Caixin felt annoyed, thinking she had seen thick-skinned people, but never this brazen.

Yet, to scold them directly seemed inappropriate, and since they were leaving anyway, being discreet after a quiet night, it would be pointless to be remembered now.

While she was still torn, Feng Jun suddenly spoke, “Director Yan, can you control yourself a little?”

A man startled at the words, staring at him, “You actually know me… Who are you?”

“Who I am is not important,” Feng Jun said indifferently, “what’s important is, we are leaving.”

Director Yan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile, “Okay… see you later.”

“I rarely visit the Municipal Bureau,” Feng Jun said with a faint smile, “but still, thanks for the champagne.”

They walked away briskly, leaving the two men looking at each other in dismay—being recognized in such a place was indeed embarrassing. What was worse, they had no idea who Feng Jun was.

After a while, the other man comforted him, “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything, it’s fine.”

Director Yan sighed with a bitter face, “Sigh, It’s all because of those four envelopes…”

After leaving the disco, there was a taxi across the street; they got in straight away and didn’t go far before switching to another car, eventually arriving at a small alley. Feng Jun then brought out a motorcycle from the alley.

The two removed their original coats and changed into new clothes before starting the motorcycle and zooming away.

Zhang Caixin’s new down jacket was very wind-resistant; she wasn’t cold at all on the motorcycle. However, the coat was too long, forcing her to sit sideways on the back seat, with her long legs to one side, hugging Feng Jun’s waist with her hands.

Being embraced by a beautiful woman, Feng Jun couldn’t help but feel a ripple in his heart, albeit the sensation was much less due to the layers of clothing.

As soon as Zhang Caixin got on the motorcycle, she couldn’t refrain from asking – she had been holding back too long in the taxi, “The person who sent me champagne, you don’t know him, do you?”

“I know of people like that,” three different faces flashed through Feng Jun’s mind, though, of course, he didn’t consider himself to be the fourth.

Not a low IQ herself, Zhang Caixin asked further, “Then how did you know his last name is Yan, and that he’s a director?”

Feng Jun was silent and after a while, he answered, “Let’s not talk about what happened today at the Wang Dynasty with anyone.”

“What’s there to say about that place?” Zhang Caixin’s opinion of the Wang Dynasty was really not good, but the next moment, she brought the subject back, “Come on, how did you know his surname is Yan?”

“I’m a fortune-teller,” Feng Jun responded insincerely, “Now with the emphasis on combating the four old customs, as a national cadre, he shouldn’t be going to those entertainment venues. If he ends up fighting over jealousy, causing serious repercussions, it wouldn’t be strange for him to lose his job.”

He was trying to shift the topic, but he overlooked a woman’s interest in divination. Zhang Caixin let out a soft “ah,” then eagerly spoke up, “Then why don’t you do a reading for me, too?”

“There’s no need to divine your fate; your survival skills are already maxed out,” Feng Jun replied nonchalantly. “I mean, don’t you find the feeling of the cold breeze blowing directly into your mouth… quite uncomfortable?”

“I’m behind you,” Zhang Caixin clearly had no intention of considering his feelings, tightening her arms slightly and pressing her face against Feng Jun’s back. “You can drive a bit slower… my survival skills, what are those about?”

Feng Jun slowed down the motorcycle a bit, “Reincarnation, of course. Once you have that skill down, why would you need your fortune told?”

“I don’t feel like I can reincarnate,” Zhang Caixin was somewhat unhappy. Although her father was rich, her family life was far from harmonious. And what’s more, being rich is one thing, but it’s never the same as having power, right?

The next moment, she brought her attention back to the matter at hand, “When can you help me with a reading?”

Fortune-telling isn’t something to be taken lightly,” Feng Jun rambled on with mock seriousness, “Seeing too much of heaven’s secrets will turn you blind.”

“Big deal,” Zhang Caixin snorted, “I’ll have my sister talk to you about it, see if you dare refuse.”

Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered with her. This kind of haughty young girl should be taught by Sister Hong of society.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Caixin saw he wasn’t responding and asked again, “Is the matter with the Wang Dynasty settled yet?”

So madam finally gets around to business? Feng Jun snorted inwardly.

However, he hadn’t planned to give a straight answer, “You don’t need to worry about that. I took you there today just to cooperate.”

While talking, they reached the entrance of the Grain Bureau Compound. Motorcycles were not allowed in, so he locked his bike casually in the open space at the gate and went in with Zhang Caixin.

Sister Hong was still waiting for news. Seeing them return, she immediately asked, “How did it go, smoothly?”

Feng Jun glanced around. The two men and a woman in the living room got up and left when they saw them.

Then he showed a toothy grin, “Fairly smoothly… I gave Liu Hong a plane ticket.”

“Plane ticket?” Sister Hong stared at him puzzled, her leg with its upturned pose trembling. Her legs were clad in deep brown dress pants that drooped conspicuously; at this moment, she somehow managed to give off a sexy vibe.

The next second, she spoke with a smirk that was not quite a smile, “Are you trying to… pin this on me?”

“Spur of the moment,” Feng Jun said, spreading his hands with a smile, feeling it necessary to clarify that point, “Anyway, you’ve given out a few plane tickets yourself… It’s been a while since Sister Hong showed her might; we can’t let others think you’re on your deathbed.”

“You’re the one on their deathbed!” Sister Hong glared at him, but inside she felt a bit flattered. At least the boy was sharp enough to help reinforce her reputation as Sister Hong.

But when it came to matters of reputation, she always paid extra attention, “Which day is the ticket for, and where’s it going? What’s the flight number?”

Feng Jun replied crisply, “One week from now, to Sheep City, the flight number… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know the flight number?” Sister Hong was not particularly convinced, “That can be checked. You sure he will go?”

Feng Jun was silent.

Sister Hong waited for a long time, and seeing that he wouldn’t answer, her eyes slowly narrowed. Then she put down her leg, reached for a cigarette on the coffee table, and in doing so, revealed a patch of snowy white at her chest, along with the depth of her… assets.

She lit a cigarette and took a couple of puffs, and then began to smile again, “No worries, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t go.”

“He won’t show up again, I guarantee,” Feng Jun also took out a cigarette, “He bought the ticket himself via WeChat, and after that… well, it’s as good as having gone without returning.”

Sister Hong tilted her head to look at him, stunned for about ten seconds, before reaching out with her lighter in hand to light Feng Jun’s cigarette.

Feng Jun’s hand slipped, and his index and middle fingers tapped lightly on the back of her hand—when a woman lights your cigarette, you can’t exactly consider it taking advantage.”

Sister Hong glanced at his fingers, then asked with a strange expression, “Is this one of those tricks from your private mining business?”

In her imagination, Feng Jun might have already dumped the body in the mountains.

“No,” Feng Jun shook his head, confirming very firmly, “No one will find him… I mean, no one.”

He bit down especially hard on the last three words.

Sister Hong’s expression grew even more peculiar, “In this world, are there really such absolutes?”

“I am quite certain… there are!” Feng Jun nodded, then stood up and walked toward the door, “I’m a fortune-teller, and I have seen that no one will find him. If you don’t believe me, you can ask your sister.”

After saying the final word, he pulled open the door and walked out.

(Extra chapter in celebration of the alliance leader Purple Yan Blue Sky.)