Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1131: Xiao Caixin Feeling Jealous

Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131: Xiao Caixin Feeling Jealous

Feng Jun always reminded himself that having power was a good thing, but he must not forget his original intentions. He couldn’t forget that he was once just a mortal and must not become the kind of person he once despised.

Using crude and simplistic methods not only brought trouble upon himself but also made it easy to develop a habit of solving everything with supernatural powers. This could lead to an unconscious swelling of arrogance.

Previously, he hadn’t given much thought about what was going on with Indonesia as a country; he was just focused on how to accomplish his plans unnoticed, even going so far as to consider buying a ship. — If he ever had to think about the nations to connect with, his consideration would have been Argentina.

But suddenly recalling the entanglement of cause and effect, he realized that he didn’t need to be too polite to that country’s citizens. Kill when it’s time to kill, flay when it’s time to flay — responding to betrayal with kindness, what kind of logic is that?

Upon hearing this, Sister Hong looked at him in shock, then asked knowingly, "You’re not thinking of a massacre, are you?"

Anyone who had spent enough time with Feng Jun roughly knew what kind of personality he had.

Feng Jun chuckled and responded naturally, "During Indonesia’s massacre, I could only grumble and grit my teeth, feeling powerless. Now that I have power, if I’m still only grumbling and gritting my teeth, wouldn’t that make me all talk and no action? Besides, they’re the ones who crossed paths with me now."

Sister Hong nodded in response and gave him a thumbs-up. "I really admire your clear distinction between gratitude and grievance."

She hailed from Hongmen and knew better than most about the humiliation and disasters endured by overseas Chinese.

Feng Jun smiled and patted her shoulder. "Don’t just admire me with words; look into Indonesia’s grain warehouses for me. Oh, and make sure to get at least 500,000 tons."

"Don’t worry about it," Sister Hong said confidently, nodding her head. "Indonesia’s situation is very complicated, but due to the purges against the Chinese, it ironically made many forgotten descendants of Chinese people turn back into sympathizers of the Chinese ... this work shouldn’t be too difficult."

Despite her casual reassurances, several days passed, yet she couldn’t make any progress, simply because the people in Indonesia were far too laid-back. People always talked about how inefficient Indians were, yet Indonesians were not much better.

Sister Hong contacted those sympathizers among the Chinese population, but when it came to obtaining real information, relying on local Indonesians inevitably meant dealing with slow efficiency.

Nevertheless, Feng Jun wasn’t particularly bothered by this. He’d wasted too much time in the Mobile Phone Plane recently; the progress bar in the Earth Plane had consequently lagged behind. If things weren’t going smoothly now, then he would just wait.

As a matter of fact, he wasn’t at peace even in the Earth Realm. First was the matter concerning the 100,000 refrigerators and air conditioners — Yu Qingzhu seemed resistant to the idea, always dragging her feet, and he had to remind her frequently. Eventually, he directly handed it off for Assistant Xiao Li to manage.

Li Shishi, who had barely advanced to the first stage of Mortal Shedding, received a Storage Talisman afterward, and her sense of belonging to Luohua Manor instantly surged to the max. Even though she was a homebody, she understood the significance of such an item — with a talisman like this in hand, what was a billionaire worth?

Thus, she urged Yu Qingzhu persistently, saving Feng Jun quite a bit of effort.

At the same time, however, many people were chasing Feng Jun relentlessly — those who wanted to buy graphene.

As soon as he revealed that he had 50 tons of graphene, hordes of interested buyers representing more than 500 tons of demand came rushing in.

To be honest, Feng Jun was quite shocked himself. Last year, the sales volume for this grade of graphene was calculated in grams; how was it suddenly being measured in tons this year?

These people should have sought out Elder Yu, but for some reason, either Elder Yu was fed up or was trying to force Feng Jun to take the reins. He claimed his role was just to coordinate matters, that he was old and lacked the energy ... "Go find the actual person responsible — Mountain Master Feng."

Feng Jun had minimal interaction with these people and could have ignored them completely, but he couldn’t resist the value of fifty billion in graphene.

It was fifty billion at Feng Jun’s supply price; once someone got their hands on it, casually flipping it would easily double the profit — perhaps even create an exponential increase. Under these circumstances, who wouldn’t scramble for it?

Some of these people even contacted Mayor Chao — now known as Chao Shuji. Even his sister, Chao Ying, and President Chao called Feng Jun from Chaoyang County asking about the graphene.

Chao Ying was currently enjoying herself in Chaoyang. Her brother had left Yuyuan and was now the Prefectural Committee Secretary of a sub-provincial city. Analysts claimed that if Chao Shuji were to climb higher, it would likely happen in the second tier, as his chances of governing Yuyuan again were slim.

However, no one deliberately chose to offend her, especially since Elder Hu was still around. They were all considered part of the Yuyuan faction.

President Chao made a phone call, beginning with pleasantries and chatting about the mountainous terrain near Chaoyang before asking whether Feng Jun could allocate some graphene for her — this request came through one of Chao Shuji’s old leaders, wanting ten tons of graphene.

Ten tons didn’t sound like much, but flipping it could still fetch twenty or thirty billion.

Well, even twenty or thirty billion didn’t seem like much in this era. A real estate developer constructing a building could earn more than that.

However, it had to be noted that while real estate might involve certain dark gray areas that greatly influenced profits, the development cycle itself required time — three to five years minimum, ten to eighteen years maximum. But selling graphene ... did it require a cycle?

After thinking it over, Feng Jun decided to leave this matter to Zhang Caixin. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle it, but dealing with it was too time-consuming and bothersome. Xiao Caixin was already responsible for lithium battery procurement, but she lacked significant life experience.

Having her take the forefront could help deflect those connections Feng Jun couldn’t decline. If anyone approached Xiao Caixin for help and she wasn’t the decision-maker, then their attempts would also be useless. Between mutual deflection, those connections wouldn’t find leverage easily.

No wonder many company owners liked to push someone to the forefront to handle most affairs — it undeniably had its perks.

Thus, Feng Jun stated that someone else would be in charge of this matter and even shared Zhang Caixin’s phone number.

As he spoke, he arrived at the small courtyard and waved his mobile phone at Zhang Caixin, who was meditating.

Having been stuck at the ninth level of Mortal Shedding for half a year, Zhang Caixin was feeling rather frustrated recently.

Still, she cultivated diligently and was entirely focused, leaving her mobile phone aside. She only kept a walkie-talkie nearby — even that would be set aside when she felt she was close to advancing. Right now, she was merely honing herself at the peak of Mortal Shedding.

Half an hour later, she concluded her cultivation session, stood up, and walked over to Feng Jun. "What’s going on?"

Her expression wasn’t too pleasant. To an outsider, the scene might have looked like a quarrel between a young couple.

However, upon hearing that Feng Jun needed her help again, her lips subtly curled upward. Yet, she replied with a slightly impatient tone, "Alright, I get it. You don’t need to keep nagging me. Do I look that clueless to you?"

"You’re not clueless," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "I just noticed that you’ve been getting easily irritated lately. Just be mindful of how you speak to others — some people need to be rejected, but politeness never hurts, right?"

So you know I’ve been unhappy lately? Zhang Caixin inwardly snorted, thinking to herself, "Since I started school, I’ve been learning how to reject people. Do you really think I need advice on this?"

Though she thought this, she couldn’t help but retort aloud, "You clearly favor Teacher Mei and my sister. Are you saying I can’t be upset?"

"What are you talking about?" Feng Jun replied earnestly. "I’ve always treated all of you equally."

"Equally? Ha!" Zhang Caixin laughed sarcastically, her expression clearly skeptical. "Then do explain why both Director Mei and my sister managed to advance one after another."

It was one thing if a random talent advanced unexpectedly, but her sister advancing in a single night was something Zhang Caixin couldn’t stomach — at least not without making it clear they couldn’t continue disregarding her.

If they kept doing this, was there any consideration for her? Did they even acknowledge her position as the second-in-command at Luohua?

Finally, she decided to find an opportunity to express her grievance to Feng Jun — pretending to be clueless wasn’t the same as being actually clueless.

Feng Jun had long anticipated her deeper concerns, so her complaints didn’t catch him off guard.

He replied seriously, "There are some things you’ll come to understand eventually. Your sister and Teacher Mei both started off with subpar aptitudes, insufficient motivation to cultivate, and through a series of serendipitous events, they learned certain truths ... you’ll understand it all in due time."

Upon hearing this, the resentment in Zhang Caixin’s eyes disappeared. Her gaze shifted, and she tentatively asked, "But based on what I see ... isn’t Yu Qingzhu’s aptitude pretty mediocre too?"

"I haven’t tested her aptitude," Feng Jun replied with moral righteousness. "Not everyone is qualified to have me evaluate their aptitude."

This was indeed true; within the Yu Family, he’d only evaluated one Little Fatty for cultivation potential.

As for Yu Qingzhu, Feng Jun had consciously refrained from testing this former idol of his. Though she likely wasn’t suited for cultivation, he preferred to distance himself, avoiding any disruptions to his path of heart.

Hearing this, Zhang Caixin couldn’t help but laugh. Although she didn’t have the most beautiful smile when her eyebrows furrowed, her cheerful expression nonetheless brightened the atmosphere like a flower blooming. "I’m facing a bottleneck now. Can’t you help me out a bit?"

Feng Jun glanced at her with an unimpressed look. "You dare call that a bottleneck? You’re practically destined to walk further alongside me ... While your sister and Teacher Mei are the ones I don’t want to see left behind too quickly."

Although she was admittedly feeling sour about her two older sisters, Zhang Caixin couldn’t help but feel taken aback by his words. "So you mean ... my sister and Teacher Mei ... might not ... might eventually fall behind?"

Feng Jun appreciated her small display of empathy and smiled as he responded, "It’s just a possibility. We’ll work hard together to make sure they don’t fall behind ... so try not to sweat the small stuff."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Zhang Caixin standing there with a face fluctuating between joy and sorrow, emotions visibly conflicted.

For a long while, she exhaled deeply and muttered to herself, "That guy ... always changing the subject..."

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