Chapter 208: Chapter 205: 205 How to be an Internet Celebrity (Three more updates for monthly passes)

Hua Peng had already concluded in his heart: Feng Jun’s treatment must be effective.

Weight loss isn’t something you can see results from in a single day, but he was certain that Master Feng was definitely a remarkable person.

Just the fact that this man could easily subdue Gao Qiang and perform “Bone Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Changing” for his son was enough to warrant such a title.

As for the “detoxification” mentioned by others, it was simply keeping up with the times—after all, the essence of Bone Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Changing and detoxification for beauty is not much different; such a low-key explanation also matched the demeanor of a true expert.

It was still too early to see the results of the weight loss treatment for Xiao Wei, but just by looking at Xu Leigang, Hua Peng understood.

If the weight loss was not effective, and if they were not sure that Feng Jun was a true expert, would Xu Leigang foolishly offer his large villa for others to live in?

Keep in mind, his family of three was still squeezed into a small three-bedroom apartment.

In fact, the Youngest of the Xu Family was not foolish nor did he have any intention of deceiving the Yuan Family. He had emphasized several times how amazing Master Feng was, but sadly, not a single one of his listeners took his words to heart.

Hua Peng realized the awe of Feng Jun and wanted to apologize, but unfortunately, his wife took it upon herself to refuse dining at the other’s home, fearing that it would be… too embarrassing for him.

At that moment, Third Master Yuan’s sorrow flowed like a river, yet he couldn’t even complain about his wife.

In the end, it was Xu Leigang who drove them, all five people, back to the hotel, fully demonstrating the enthusiasm of a landlord.

Two days later, Hua Peng and his wife were finally able to confirm that their child had indeed lost about three pounds. Despite eating quite a bit in the past two days, his weight did not rebound; instead, it gradually dropped another pound or so. Most importantly—his spirits were also much brighter.

Through inquiries with Xu Leigang, they learned that one pill needed to be taken in four divided doses, with an interval of three to five days between each dose.

It had almost been three days, and the Hua Peng couple hoped to schedule a second treatment session for their son with Master Feng.

In fact, even Yuan Youwei himself wished to receive the second treatment as soon as possible.

The previous experience was very painful, and his throat had not yet fully recovered, but after the treatment, he truly felt a sense of relief, at least he no longer got out of breath after running just a few extra steps.

That relief was not merely physical, but also a refreshing sense of spiritual liberation—so this is what unrestrained running felt like, the true manifestation of youth!

Therefore, Yuan Youwei’s stance was very firm, “I’m not afraid of the pain, that bit of pain is really nothing.”

The family discussed and agreed, but when it came to their request, Xu Leigang seemed to be in a difficult position, “Master Feng has been busy lately, did you guys… did you upset him last time?”

Facing this question, Hua Peng had the answer ready; he readily expressed that they had been too concerned about their child and had not shown enough respect for the master, for which they were willing to apologize.

Xu Leigang, however, suggested that last time Master Feng had brought a manager home to have a good time but it was ruined by their disturbance, so this time, it would be better to quietly wait for his message.

It was only then that everyone remembered that there indeed was a woman with Feng Jun last time; Ruofang even recalled that the woman was quite attractive, unfortunately marked by an air of the nightlife.

As for why Xu Leigang knew about this, was it even necessary to ask? He was the one who drove Manager Chang back home.

Hua Peng fell silent for a moment, then thoughtfully asked, “Does he like those nightclub women?”

“Not really,” Xu Leigang shook his head, then thought of Wei Hong, the famous Sister Hong, who also had a good relationship with Master Feng, “Actually… he’s quite popular with the ladies.”

Li Ting glanced at her husband, “Director Yuan, if you know any suitable girls, why not introduce a couple to the master?”

“I don’t know any beauties,” Hua Peng shook his head decisively, “The most beautiful woman I know is you.”

“What do you mean ‘is you’?” Li Ting became furious upon hearing this, “It sounds… like you regret marrying me, right? Like you’re the one who settled.”

Hua Peng was adept at handling such situations. He didn’t answer right away, but lit a cigarette and took several puffs before smiling and saying, “Introducing beauties to him should be arranged by the lady… Beauties do love to flock together.”

Only then did Li Ting purse her lips in satisfaction before speaking up, “Lei Gang, what kind of women does Master Feng like?”

“Don’t bother,” Xu Leigang shuddered in alarm, “He has more than a few female confidantes. Don’t end up offending someone by failing to make a good introduction… I’d say, just wait patiently for his message.”

“That makes sense,” Hua Peng nodded with a smile while his heart continued to ache: I took leave to come here…

Yet, fortunately, Xu Leigang did not make them wait too long; he called the next day at noon, saying Master Feng would be free that afternoon, bring your child over.

This time, everyone’s attitude was very proper, and Li Ting even bought a dental brace for her son so that he could bite down hard when in pain, striving not to make too much noise.

Originally, she wanted to buy some anesthetic for her son, but considering his young age and worrying about possible nerve damage, she consulted with Master Feng and learned that it’s best to experience this kind of pain personally, so she gave up the idea.

Just like before, after giving Yuan Youwei the pills, Feng Jun left the room and closed the door behind him—what followed was nothing more than the little guy’s shrieks and yells. What’s there to listen to?

However, this time, Li Ting was left in the room by him—she repeatedly assured that she just wanted to accompany her son and would definitely not do anything inappropriate.

Feng Jun was willing to trust her. This woman had always been very courteous to him, and he could understand the mind of a mother.

But once he left the room, he really couldn’t muster any interest in chatting with Yuan Huapeng and Gao Qiang. These two had indeed expressed their apologies before, but… there really wasn’t much to talk about.

Talk about how to deliver the military goods? Don’t make him laugh. After completing this deal, he only needed to go to Myanmar to pick up the goods; surely the other party wouldn’t dare to welch?

So he sat in the living room, idly swiping on his mobile phone, while talking intermittently with the Xu siblings.

Xu Leigang chatted with him for a while, and upon noticing his distraction, glanced at his mobile phone and then exclaimed dramatically, “No way, Master Feng, you’re on Weibo?”

Feng Jun glanced at him, “What’s with that reaction? Why can’t I be on Weibo? It’s a good way to pass the time when I’m bored.”

But Xu Leigang wasn’t going to pass up any opportunity to ingratiate himself with the master and immediately said, “I’ve registered an account too, what’s your ID? I’ll follow you.”

“Eh, it doesn’t matter,” Feng Jun sighed disinterestedly, “I’ve got only about a dozen followers, and if they’re not advertising, they are from hookup groups or something; posting on Weibo feels like playing a single-player game, quite dull.”

He registered on Weibo because, during his last battle with the Innate Expert Luo Wendao, he wasn’t sure what strategy to use and thought about developing his Weibo to attract some followers, so he could ask for help online, later on.

But since Luo Wendao was already defeated and he became busy with other things, he didn’t put much effort into it.

His ID wasn’t verified and he didn’t have much fame to start with, experiencing the “single-player version” of Weibo was unsurprisingly normal.

Currently, Feng Jun had nothing in particular to ask for help with and couldn’t think of anything he might need help with in the future, so he didn’t focus much on Weibo, considering it more like reading the news occasionally.

When Gao Qiang heard this, his eyebrows shot up, “Master Feng, I have over five thousand followers. Although it’s not a lot, the comments and shares are very high. I can follow you and help share your posts.”

As someone dedicated to exposing fakes, he certainly needed platforms for publicity, and Weibo was one of them.

However, his Weibo was not particularly well managed; his main following was on his WeChat public account, which had already crossed fifty thousand.

Feng Jun looked at him and after considering for a moment, shook his head, “Forget it, I haven’t even figured out what content to post yet.”

“I can recommend you,” Gao Qiang was sincerely eager to please, “I can vouch that you’re a reliable doctor… no, that your weight loss treatment is incredibly effective. With my reputation as a guarantee, it will still move quite a few people.”

Feng Jun looked at him helplessly, “Do I need to move them?”

He hoped to have some followers, but he would never become a weight loss therapist just for that.

Gao Qiang was momentarily at a loss for words. He had heard these past few days that Master Feng didn’t lack money and controlled important sources of jade. How could such an esteemed figure be willing to reveal his secrets on Weibo?

It was only because of the lucky Yuan Family having a relative like Xu Leigang that they could afford to ask Master Feng to take action—and even then, he seemed somewhat reluctant.

Upon hearing this, Xu Leigang laughed, “So Master Feng, what are you using Weibo for, if not to look at social news?”

“Of course, I also want to be an internet celebrity,” Feng Jun said, spreading his hands with a hint of helplessness, “but I don’t want to be harassed by others… Sounds contradictory, doesn’t it?”

“No, it’s not contradictory,” Gao Qiang was the one to respond, “It all depends on how you see yourself. If you position yourself as a wealthy man, all you need to do is share some giveaway posts.”

“Master Feng is definitely wealthy. He’s a millionaire,” Xu Leigang stated confidently, “But… that’s so blunt and low-class, isn’t it?”

“Hmm,” Feng Jun nodded; he knew that sharing giveaway posts could attract followers but he was innately against doing so—not because he was reluctant to spend the money, but because it really… affected his image.

“You could also change your positioning,” Gao Qiang talked expertly about such matters since he was committed to exposing fakes; how could he not have studied publicity? “The key is, what you want to become… The rest can be outsourced to a professional company.”

“That’s true,” Xu Leigang nodded without hesitation, “These days, if you have money, someone can be found to do anything for you. Poor people need to do a lot to become an internet celebrity, but wealthy people just need to throw money at it.”

(Third update here, calling for monthly tickets.)