Chapter 456: 456 No Explanation

Facing Feng Jun’s asking price, Yuan Zihao first froze, then shook his head decisively, “Can’t afford it, my old man has been straightforward all his life; we don’t have that much money.”

Whether you’re straightforward or not doesn’t have much to do with me, thought Feng Jun with a smile, but he said nothing.

Yuan Zihao’s curiosity was piqued. “Can you tell me why this place is worth fifty billion?”

Yuan Huapeng also felt somewhat dissatisfied with Feng Jun’s random pricing, “It seems like you bought this place for just over a billion, and um, spent some money on building a wall… I’m not wrong, am I?”

Feng Jun just smiled again, “Since you’re here to escape the summer heat, stay a few more days. My assistant said she’s never been here.”@@novelbin@@

He didn’t give a reason, didn’t want to make one up, and there was no need to.

Yuan Zihao took a deep look, no longer dwelling on the matter. As the saying goes, with age comes cunning. He could sense something odd and decided to think it over slowly. It wasn’t wise to confront it directly.

After all, he would first enjoy this comfort. At an age where he was counting his days backwards, he would take comfort in each day as it came.

The group didn’t leave the bamboo forest until seven o’clock.

That night, there were still two tables for dinner in the manor. After the meal, Elder Yuan called over his eldest daughter-in-law, “Ask your old little man, what’s so peculiar about this manor to the national hand.”

“How should he put it?” Xu Ruofang rubbed her forehead, “He’s now following Feng Jun in cultivation, believing whatever the other says, and only told me that this place is a feng shui treasure land.”

“That really is…” Yuan Zihao didn’t know what to say. After a while, he asked again, “Is it a problem with the people, or the place?”

“Then I’ll ask him again,” Xu Ruofang didn’t dare to respond casually, “Anyway, he barely comes home now.”

While they were conversing, Feng Jun was chatting with Dou Jiahui, “I see a lot of Bai Ye’s products among the lights you’ve brought in. Have you really won over Lin Xiaojia?”

“No,” Dou Jiahui shook his head with a troubled look, “She introduced me to the manufacturer and let me purchase three hundred thousand worth of her goods. I figure you could handle a million, but if I couldn’t sell even three hundred thousand in a year, that would be too embarrassing… The main thing is, I wanted to put a little pressure on myself.”

“Please,” Feng Jun sneered, then pointed at him with a laugh, “Aren’t you just randy, what pressure are you talking about?”

Dou Jiahui glared at him without amusement, “Even if I am lecherous, could I compare with you?”

“You definitely can’t compare with me,” Feng Jun declared proudly, “I can live off my face, can you?”

“Please,” Dou Jiahui snorted, then straightened his face, “Mother told me she doesn’t want to come to Zhengyang, and asked me to inquire with you… If we contract a mountain range in Chaoyang, could we also make something of it?”

The “Mother” he referred to was Feng Jun’s own mother, Zhang Junyi.

“Go ahead and contract,” Feng Jun answered without hesitation, “The bigger the better. Just keep the contracting fee under five billion, but there is one key point: the procedures must be complete, don’t end up with an unfinished deal.”

He had contracted this barren land for one and a half billion, owning the rights for over forty years and spanning four square kilometers—equating to one million per square kilometer per year.

In Chaoyang, contracting barren mountains wouldn’t even come close to five hundred thousand a year, but Chaoyang has fewer barren mountains. Even the poorer mountains have some trees, so the rates wouldn’t differ much from Zhengyang. With five billion, that would certainly exceed ten square kilometers.

Bigger is better, isn’t it? How can cultivators cultivate in a bustling district?

But Chaoyang County itself only spans over nine hundred square kilometers, and now he was taking one percent of it.

“An unfinished deal?” Dou Jiahui scoffed with a laugh, “Who would dare?”

That made sense. The Dou family might not be wealthy, but who would dare provoke them in Chaoyang County?

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun felt a bit sentimental inside. He had started his base in Zhengyang but was, after all, an outsider with too few reliable people at his disposal. If he were in Chaoyang and faced with today’s situation, as a local big shot, he would dare to block the mayor of Yuyuan right outside the door.

While they were talking, Mou Miao approached, “Jiahui, for the next step, I’m thinking of setting up some production projects in Yuyuan.”

The production in Chaoge had fallen through, but he had mastered most of the manufacturing technology. The industry in Yuyuan might be a little behind, but it certainly wasn’t nonexistent. Now, with technology and orders in hand, he wanted to give back to his hometown.

Of course, this was also because he felt too vulnerable to deception elsewhere. After much thought, he still found his hometown more reliable—if anyone dared to cheat me, I’m not without the means to strike back at home.

The next day, early in the morning, a light rain began to fall. Yuan Zihao got up rather early. As he stepped out of the front building of the villa, he was stunned as he looked towards the backyard, “What is this?”

There was a Spirit Gathering Array in the backyard, and when the spiritual energy encountered raindrops, it produced white fog. As a result, the backyard was now shrouded in white mist, which even covered half of the back building and draped a thin veil over the front building.

Xu Ruofang and Li Ting also rose very early and were stunned when they stepped out to see it, “How beautiful.”

Was this merely a matter of beauty? Yuan Zihao inwardly sighed and reminded them, “You two, take a look at other places.”

The two were not fools. In fact, as soon as it rained, the reaction caused by the spiritual energy could not be concealed.

Yuan Youwei, the unruly kid, slept in because it was the holiday; he didn’t get up until after nine.

However, by the time he got up, a wonder had already unfolded—seeing the backyard enveloped in dense fog, he immediately ran towards it, “Wow, this is fun.”

This time, Zhang Caixin didn’t show up, but Li Shishi stopped him and wouldn’t let him into the backyard no matter what.

Yuan Youwei was a bit unhappy and argued that he had been allowed in yesterday, so why couldn’t he go in today?

Li Shishi was patient and explained that Master Feng had ordered that no one should enter.

If it had been Sister Hong or Zhang Caixin who stopped him, Yuan Youwei might not have made a fuss, but Li, just an assistant? Her deterrent effect was too weak. He was still a child, but influenced by his surroundings, he already had a nascent understanding of the social hierarchy.

He dared not provoke Master Feng’s friends, but… you’re just working for Master Feng!

He insisted on entering, and as a result, his mother Li Ting also hurried over.

Li Ting was much more sensible than Yuan Youwei, understanding the concept of ‘the servant ranks below his master’s guests,’ but seeing her son upset, she couldn’t help feeling a bit annoyed, “Assistant Li, he’s just a child, what’s the harm in letting him take a look? It’s not like this is a military zone.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Sister Hong emerged from the fog with a less than happy look on her face, “Li, my sister is cultivating. A military zone is forbidden, but as guests, you should also act like guests!”

Li Ting’s face turned bright red at these words, and she managed to squeeze out a smile, “I was presumptuous…”

After saying that, she dragged her son away to leave. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to save face.

Sister Hong watched them leave, shaking her head and snorting lightly, “This family…”

She was in a bad mood for a reason. This morning, Caixin had made a breakthrough to the second stage of transcendence, and Feng Jun immediately informed Li Shishi to block anyone else from coming to the backyard, so as not to startle her before her new level had stabilized.

Zhang Weihong cared deeply about her sister’s cultivation too. Although Caixin’s breakthrough to the second stage of transcendence had been quicker than her advancement to intermediate level martial artist, she wasn’t envious but rather happier.

What she couldn’t stand was that Feng Jun had been together with the beautiful scenery until early morning, also saying he felt Teacher Mei was about to transcend too.

Sister Hong felt stifled inside. The rowdy kid was making a fuss not far away, affecting her sister’s consolidation of her realm. Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped forward to make a fair point—it’s normal for military areas to be off-limits, but shouldn’t you stop when the host family asks you to?

Li Ting dragged her son away, knowing that the other party was right, but her face still couldn’t quite bear it. Just then, she saw her husband stepping out of the front building and couldn’t help but go up to him and complain in a low voice—these friends of the masters were really a bit much.

After hearing this, Yuan Huapeng smiled wryly and shook his head, “You don’t understand, they all are followers of Master Feng. The master’s word is the imperial edict to them, Gao Qiang is crying and begging to become an apprentice.”

At these words, Li Ting’s mouth fell open in shock, “Xiao Gao, that counterfeit expert… wants to be an apprentice?”

Yuan Huapeng silently smiled bitterly, “This place is very mystical. Your son… really picked a good spot to escape the summer heat.”

Knowing his wife was still somewhat annoyed, he decided to take his wife and son and say goodbye to Yuan Zihao, “Dad, shall we take another walk in the bamboo forest we visited yesterday?”

“Let’s go!” Yuan Zihao felt quite energized, “Anyway, the rain isn’t that heavy.”

When they reached the bamboo forest, their expressions changed again—the place was shrouded in fog too.

Yuan Youwei was carefree, as most little boys are. He took out his mobile phone and snapped a couple of photos, “I really found a great spot… Mom, I want to invite my classmates over to play.”

His classmates came from well-off backgrounds, and even the one or two who were slightly less wealthy didn’t want to be left out. They could all afford the occasional plane trip to go play somewhere.

“No way!” Yuan Huapeng firmly voiced his objection, “We are lucky to be allowed to play here, don’t tell your classmates about it when we go back.”

Yuan Youwei pouted, not daring to say more. Yuan Zihao turned his head, giving his son a meaningful look.

Here in the bamboo forest, no one stopped them from entering. The group groped their way inside, and because the fog was so thick, it wasn’t until they reached a stone table that they realized with shock that Wang Haifeng was sitting on it, meditating with his legs crossed, already wet from the rain.

Seeing them arrive, Wang Haifeng gave a slight nod of his head and continued his meditation.

He, along with Gazi and Xu Leigang, had discovered that meditation during the rain was incredibly effective, and it was best to let the rain directly hit them. With this rare opportunity, he didn’t want to waste energy on social niceties.

To the Yuan family, this scene appeared somewhat eerie—meditating in the rain, completely focused?

Given his appearance, the Yuan family felt it inappropriate to greet him further. They moved to the edge of the paved area, admiring the bamboo forest in the rain.

Yuan Zihao whispered to Xu Ruofang, “What’s your youngest doing? Can you give him a call?”

Xu Ruofang picked up the mobile phone and dialed, and the next moment, a crisp ringtone sounded about five or six meters away from them.