Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1067: Never Used Luxury Goods

Chapter 1067: Chapter 1067: Never Used Luxury Goods

50,000 refrigerators and 50,000 air conditioners? Elder Yu was initially stunned upon hearing this, and then cleared his throat.

"Ahem, I was just livening up the atmosphere, making a little joke... Why would we need so many refrigerators and air conditioners?"

Feng Jun glanced at him and chuckled, "Elder sir, I think we should consider increasing the treatment charges."

Elder Yu truly didn’t care about the money, his cough was more like teasing, of course. If Feng Junruo said something like "Elder sir, you must keep your word", he wouldn’t mind agreeing with some reluctance—wouldn’t this at least earn him some favor?

The so-called favor, isn’t it accumulated bit by bit like this?

But this cheeky kid was proving too much for him, "Two million per day... Which place’s rate is that?"

"It’s my territory, my rules," said Feng Jun casually with a smile, "Your leaders can decide the housing prices in the capital, so naturally, I can determine the expenses of hosting guests in my own home."

Yu Qingzhu gave him a look, extremely dissatisfied with the way he treated her grandfather.

She truly embodied the silly sweet girl archetype, plainly writing her unhappiness all over her face.

However, Feng Jun didn’t mind her response and instead turned to Li Shishi, "How much money is left on the card?"

"There are still over 20 million," Assistant Xiao Li answered solemnly, "We currently have 30 million in cash, which is from the goods Boss Zhang settled recently."

This Boss Zhang was Zhang Dongyuan from Qingcheng. Because Dong Zenghong, the Heir of Ghost Valley, had set up the Spirit Gathering Array in Qingcheng, his relationship with Feng Jun rapidly grew closer, and not long ago, he also took some San Sheng liquor back to sell.

Actually, Elder Yu was aware of Zhang Dongyuan’s background, after all, entering the manor means getting close to the head Zhang. Those security forces currently wouldn’t trouble anyone associated with Luohua, but it was still necessary to be clear about his background.

As for Zhang Dongyuan bringing cash in person, he came by car, and not with a fake plate, so it was traceable.

Nevertheless, Li Shishi still referred to him as "Boss Zhang", and Elder Yu wouldn’t be petty enough to say "Zhang Dongyuan from Qingcheng," would he?

Feng Jun then glanced at Yu Qingzhu, "20 million for a deposit should be about right, right? Just give your account info to Xiao Li afterwards."

Yu Qingzhu nodded upon hearing this, "It should be enough... When exactly do you plan to start charging my grandfather?"

Feng Jun was taken aback. He spoke like that purely to shut Elder Yu up, to prevent the old man from nitpicking. Charging him money? He truly had considered it, but never mentioned a specific plan or schedule.

As for Elder Yu, he did want to respect him, not just because Elder Yu was quite old, but also because he had made significant contributions to Huaxia. What’s the big deal if he stays a few more days?

Of course, if Elder Yu continued to stay indefinitely, that would not be acceptable. Even though Elder Yu’s stay had no impact on the consumption of Spirit Stone, when the time was right, he would certainly propose a charging fee—in many cases, you can’t spoil people with bad habits.

Moreover, he believed: I’m willing to accept money for you to stay here, it’s giving you face. I wouldn’t agree even if others wanted to pay to stay.

So, he was just giving Elder Yu a hard time, with no immediate intention to follow through—nuclear weapons are most powerful as a deterrent when not deployed.

Yu Qingzhu’s sudden query was quite unexpected to Feng Jun. After a moment of surprise, he suggested, "Then... starting from tomorrow?"

Although Yu Qingzhu might be a silly, sweet girl, seeing his reaction, she realized she might have been a bit too reactionary. However, now that she had said so much, she could only look back at her grandfather, "What do you think?"

This silly child! Elder Yu looked skyward with an exasperated expression as if his spirit was wandering the Taixu—heaven. People didn’t press for it, yet here you are in a hurry.

Yu Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, then bravely spoke up, "You do have to pay the property rental tax!"

Oh my dear! The personal secretary covered her forehead with her hand, thinking: you really dare to say anything!

Unexpectedly, after a brief startle, Feng Jun responded with a smile, nodding in agreement, "Okay, pay... no problem."

His response made Yu Qingzhu freeze. She had not heard the debate about taxes between Feng Jun and her grandfather and was unaware that he couldn’t pay taxes, rather than intentionally evading them—in her mind, his wealth was closely related to tax evasion.

But she was quick-witted, "You can’t apply the regular property rental tax rate of a mere ten percent or so, luxury goods require a high tax rate... I should make this clear in advance."

However, she studied finance, and Feng Jun studied business administration. His face darkened slightly, "That’s really going too far, it’s just property rental, and here you are trying to create a special provision for it... isn’t that like deliberately targeting me?"

Yu Qingzhu was at a loss for words. She wasn’t so fixated on the tax itself but wanted to get some petty revenge. Now that he had called her out, she turned her gaze again towards her grandfather—It looks like I’m about to mess up, what should I do?

Elder Yu coughed twice, "Ahem, I have never used luxury goods in my life... right?"

"Right, you’ve never used luxury goods," the secretary affirmed without hesitation: What you use are special and exclusive supplies.

"So," Elder Yu looked at his granddaughter with a serious and earnest tone, "Little Bamboo, you must not tarnish grandpa’s reputation."

Yu Qingzhu nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Elder Yu then turned to Feng Jun, "This... one thing leads to another and there are no good words, no one has any ill intentions with this rent issue, but I’m still in treatment, and it’s not appropriate for you to just collect money willy-nilly. We should at least observe for a period of time, right?"

Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh, he knew this old man would definitely come back around. Compared to the sly and crafty Elder Yu, Qingzhu was indeed a willful child.

So he replied with a smile, "Observe? Sure, I’m all for respecting the elderly and loving the young. How many more days should we observe?"

"Who can say for sure?" Elder Yu started to play dumb again, "A few days won’t do, probably several months."

Feng Jun rolled his eyes in exasperation, shook his head helplessly, and turned to pour some water, "You just love to give me a hard time."

Elder Yu called out from behind him, "Right, you’ve got to lower that rent, two million a day is too much."

Without turning back, Feng Jun replied, "I’m expensive, and there’s a reason for that. How about this, as much as real estate prices within the third ring of the capital can drop, I’ll drop my rent by that percentage."

Elder Yu, visibly frustrated, puffed his beard and glared, "Who does comparisons like you? Besides... I don’t have a say in the real estate prices of the capital."

Feng Jun couldn’t care less, and without further conversation, he left after finishing his meal.

The old gentleman moved around a little after eating, then, as usual, took a rest. When he woke up, he wasn’t in a hurry to go to the Bamboo Forest. Instead, he had his secretary push the cart so he could get some air in the front yard of the villa.

Accompanied by Yu Qingzhu, she took the opportunity to ask her grandfather, "Why is Feng Jun willing to pay taxes?"

Elder Yu didn’t like to tell the younger generation too much in the past. Firstly, he didn’t have the energy, and secondly, he hoped they would come to understand on their own. In that way, their impression would be more profound—after all, it’s good for kids to face some hardship.

But as he got older, he became more and more willing to talk to his family—in doing so, he felt he was making good use of each day, and since Little Bamboo was a girl, there was no need for her to face setbacks.

So he patiently explained, "You’re thinking about this the wrong way, this boy Feng Jun, in fact, doesn’t object to paying taxes..."

He was satisfied with the conversation before lunch, even though his granddaughter almost quarreled with Feng Jun. Suddenly, he realized that this might be an opportunity to close the distance.

True, two million a day was a bit pricey, but was he short on money?

What matters is that Feng Jun is willing to pay taxes, indicating that he has a need to launder money—okay, calling it money laundering is a bit much, but in fact, he wants the right to spend money openly under the sun.

By now, Elder Yu had a pretty clear idea of where Feng Jun’s money was spent, the main sources of his income, and even the essentials of his Tri-Life Wine—never underestimate a seriously operated state apparatus.

Strictly speaking, Feng Jun earned money surreptitiously and spent it in secret; the only expenditures made openly were for various projects in Chaoyang, but even then, Yang Yuxin was helping him handle the expenses.

If you could spend money openly and above board, who would want to spend it under the table?

So the opportunity to bridge the gap had arrived. If the Yu Family could pay him a sum for house rental, he would definitely accept it—after all, it was money that could freely be spent out in the open.

Elder Yu was previously unwilling to pay this money. It wasn’t because he couldn’t afford it, but he felt that such a fee wasn’t reasonable—what if others said he, Elder Yu, had gone senile and was paying a ’stupidity tax’? How embarrassed would he be?

He was truly speechless at his granddaughter’s behavior at the start of the conversation, but the world works in mysterious ways. A group of people calculating against each other might not compete with a foolhardy girl making a bold move and actually finding a new path.

Of course, Elder Yu had lived long enough to see plenty of ’wild punches killing the master’ scenarios. Destruction begets creation—when stuck in a stalemate, an external chaotic force might just break the deadlock.

So, what he was currently feeling was, "It’s really great to be young, trying anything and everything... and the key is you actually succeeded in doing so."

Hearing this, Yu Qingzhu hesitated, "So you really plan to give him the money?"

"Is it that easy?" Elder Yu answered righteously, "Our family’s money isn’t carried in by the wind, how could we just let him off so cheaply? We have to spar a few rounds first, or else... he won’t appreciate it!"

Yu Qingzhu hesitated for a moment and tentatively said, "There are quite a few favorable policies for household appliances right now... Grandpa, what do you think?"

"You’re a girl, there’s no need to talk like those government officials," Elder Yu waved his hand dismissively and spoke decisively.

It was evident that he also understood certain issues deeply, "Just tell me straight if you want to apply, I’ll arrange it. Haven’t I already addressed some of those ill-suited subsidies before?"

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