Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1249: Spread Out

Chapter 1249: Chapter 1249: Spread Out

The hypnotic drugs come from the mobile phone plane. Feng Jun watched as they took them one by one, and soon, most of them fell into a deep sleep.

He turned and walked out of the rehabilitation center, seeing a car at the entrance. The person who stabbed him during the day was leaning against the hood, trying to squeeze out a smile, "Good evening, President Feng."

"You scoundrel," Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head, "Didn’t I tell you? It’s not about the money."

"I know," the person forced a smile, "It’s that you can’t make an exception for me publicly, to avoid others following suit."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun chuckled, "You have quite strong analytical skills, are you considered a first-generation wealthy?"

Being immensely wealthy and still acting ruthlessly are basic traits of the first generation of wealth.

This person was also quite humble, laughing awkwardly, "I’ve never been wealthy, where would a first or second generation come from?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a card and handed it over, "Two hundred million in the card, the password is one two three four five six. Consider it a deposit, thanks to President Feng for giving another chance."

Feng Jun gave him a casual, mocking look, "How do you know I’ll give you a chance?"

The person answered with a flattering smile, "You said it during the day; you’d come for treatment at seven-thirty at night. I definitely have to seize the opportunity."

"You’re indeed a smart person," Feng Jun nodded, and took him back into the rehabilitation center, "You should understand, I’m not targeting you. You just had bad luck, running into me."

"Not much bad luck," the person accepted it well, "Using someone else’s connections requires some channel fees. If one or two hundred million can lead to blessing Buddha, that’s not bad luck..."

Feng Jun eventually let this person off the hook. Ultimately, he didn’t hate these people—everyone has a survival instinct, and this person fit his temperament. Taking an extra two hundred million wasn’t a bother to him, so he didn’t mind adding another person.

The day after admitting patients, someone else came looking. The person heard that cancer patients were being treated here—the most critical point being that they knew there was an open slot.

The person who came knew Feng Jun’s name but didn’t have Feng Jun’s contact, and actually asked directly at the gate.

The gate guard reported to Feng Jun, who thought for a moment before replying, "Notify the people at the entrance of the rehabilitation center."

Yesterday, the twenty patients came as a group, though four of them were imposters, all were undoubtedly vetted. At the rehabilitation center entrance, two buses were parked, which were manned by male nurses.

Feng Jun did not know who leaked the news of the remaining slot in the rehabilitation center. Anyway, he couldn’t admit any more—it was purely cause and effect that he added that person last night, and he also liked the person.

However, he didn’t plan to explain to the person who came looking, directly passing the issue on.

Sure enough, the gate guard passed the message to the rehabilitation center, and soon, three sturdy men came over. When they saw Elder Yu’s security, they didn’t forget to nod, "We’re here on business."

Elder Yu’s security watched the spectacle; they knew earlier that the person who came to look would suffer, but they didn’t intervene. They just inadvertently blocked the person’s route—this wasn’t their business, so it was best not to meddle.

Seeing them greet each other, they also nodded expressionlessly, "Get to the bottom of this, don’t add to our burden."

The nurses soon got to the bottom of it, there really was an internal leak.

One person from their ranks saw Feng Jun admit one more patient last night.

This person actually didn’t intentionally leak secrets, but saw the people driven away return, and he had some disdain for Feng Jun—acting like a sage outside the world, yet not resisting two hundred million?

The most critical point is, the person who returned exposed the latest surveillance equipment, which Feng Jun stomped to pieces. It was embarrassing for everyone, and this behavior was deemed nearly treacherous.

However, the person ultimately had some grounding, initially considered one of their own, and due to the surveillance equipment, was refused treatment, so everyone was reluctant to quarrel with him—understandably, desperate people can be slightly unstable.

The person didn’t expect that after distancing himself, he’d secretly approach Feng Jun and actually obtain forgiveness, which caused great imbalance.

This staff member was annoyed and didn’t pay enough attention to keep his mouth shut, unintentionally leaking information.

The person who got the message thought Feng Jun was someone who sought money, so they approached directly, but ended up being caught red-handed.

What’s more problematic is even those who caught them felt awkward—it was their own person leaking information!

Initially, they wanted to hide the news, it was embarrassing, but finally decided: they needed a straightforward conversation with Feng Jun, otherwise, maintaining good cooperation in the future would be difficult.

However, when the higher-ups decided to contact Feng Jun, they realized he had disappeared again.

Yu Family’s security long knew about Feng Jun’s tricky disappearance, and this time, a new group came to experience it.

They were also quite curious, as no matter what, they couldn’t locate Feng Jun.

Only the people of the Yu Family know that Feng Jun left today to transport crude oil again.

Two days later, Feng Jun and Zhang Caixin appeared at the manor, while the head of the Xuande Cave Heaven, Feng Zhizhang, had already been waiting outside the mountain gate for a day.

This time, the head of the lineage also brought a cancer patient for treatment.

Feng Jun has already treated three batches of cancer patients, taking in a total of eleven people, ten of whom survived, a remarkably high ratio. Of course, the key is that all the patients he took were in the middle to late stages.

This news has reached many people within the Daoist Sects, and Feng Zhizhang has also heard about it. Among his patrons, there are indeed cancer patients—it’s a simple logic, who would desperately burn incense and offer patronage without encountering some trouble?

However, Feng Zhizhang wouldn’t casually introduce people to Feng Jun. In his mind, this young family member is practically a terrestrial immortal. He can’t just rely on their good relationship to bring troubles to him indiscriminately.

It must be a significant matter to warrant him to seek out Feng Jun—putting it in mercenary terms, that’s... if a cancer patient wants to receive Feng Jun’s treatment, at the very least, they should have some wealth, right?

Among the followers of Xuande Cave Heaven, there are quite a few cancer patients, but most of them don’t have enough wealth—Feng Zhizhang understands that getting Feng Jun to act requires a starting price of at least a billion; Daoist Sects’ main principle is not charity.

A few days ago, a long-term patron came to burn incense. It had been over a year since Feng Zhizhang had last seen him, so he asked a few questions, only to learn that this person had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two months ago.

He knows this person is a major client, likely possessing about one billion in assets. After testing the waters with a couple of sentences, he stated, "I have a family member who is well-versed in Daoist arts, particularly skilled in treating cancer, but... his fees are a bit high."

The person replied that money wasn’t a problem, but hearing that the entry fee was a billion, he was somewhat choked up, "Daoist Feng, I’m someone who is devoted to the Dao, and now I don’t know how much time I have left. Please don’t joke with me like this."

"Then I have misspoken," Feng Zhizhang immediately stopped, "Haha, it was just a joke, don’t take it seriously."

He wouldn’t forcefully market it; a forced melon isn’t sweet, and it’s not worth creating a mess for himself—it’s essentially waiting for the right offer.

Sure enough, when he stopped mentioning it, the person became curious. Those patrons who frequently burn incense still hold some reverence for mysterious phenomena deep down, "Who are you talking about, daring to ask for such a high price?"

Feng Zhizhang, in turn, played up his mysteriousness—he’s very skilled at this. "Forget it, it’s just a joke, don’t take it seriously."

How could the other person not take it seriously? They insisted that he explain what it was all about.

Feng Zhizhang, seeing the interest piqued, finally told the person—"The one I’m talking about is the number one figure in the Huaxia Daoist Sect. Many people want to invite him to act, but can’t move him at all. I’m only able to do it because we’re family, and we get along well, giving me this face."

Upon saying this, he shook his head—"Let it be, I see you’re reluctant to part with external possessions. Just treat it as if I’m trying to scam you, and let’s not mention this topic anymore, okay?"

When he suggested dropping the subject, the other person panicked instead: "I never said I didn’t believe you, just think... I’ve never heard of such a person."

This was Feng Zhizhang’s moment to shine, and he stated, "You may not believe it, but you know Elder Yu, right? He believed; you know Eldest Gu, right? He believed; you know Yuan Zihao, right? Okay, maybe you’ve forgotten about him... but he believed too."

Feng Zhizhang received a lot of information from his family and even personally met Elder Yu and Yang Yuxin. As he’s not part of the system, occasionally leaking a bit wouldn’t have too much consequence.

His livelihood depends on relationships. If he can’t demonstrate strong intelligence capabilities and knowledge of various insider details, why would others willingly make donations?

This person was immediately stunned, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Are you sure he can treat cancer?"

Feng Zhizhang nonchalantly replied, "You can disbelieve it, I won’t be angry because of it... it’s just that I have one less favor to use."

This person said they needed to go back to consider it and then left.

However, the next day, they returned, bringing another cancer patient with them.

The second cancer patient was even wealthier—his son is listed among the top ten richest in the province.

The newcomer said, "A starting price of two billion isn’t much; take us to see for ourselves."

It turned out that the first person added their own starting price onto the second person, thereby reducing their risk.

Feng Zhizhang wasn’t so easily fooled, but he had no intention of exposing it. He simply stated matter-of-factly, "My favors are limited; I can’t guarantee I can take two people. This later person... I can’t promise anything."

The later person readily offered a gift worth ten million in incense money, "Then take me for a look."

The three of them arrived yesterday, with the two patients not short on money. A day was enough for them to gather a lot of information.

When Feng Jun returned and heard the whole story from Feng Zhizhang, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "Family member, what are you scheming with such arrangements? How much did they donate to you?"

Feng Zhizhang earnestly replied, "I want to promote the lineage of Xuande Cave Heaven. Besides money, reputation is also crucial."