Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1298: Acquiring Land Again (Second Update)

Chapter 1298: Chapter 1298: Acquiring Land Again (Second Update)

"If conditions permit?" Yu Zhiyuan’s eyes flickered, "Then what constraints are there now?"

"Of course," Feng Jun nodded. If the other party doesn’t want to talk to him about oil, he’s willing to discuss a bit more. "The main constraint is... this place is still too rudimentary, and it’s borrowed from Ren Zhiyuan. His construction is about to be finished."

Ren Zhiyuan’s rehabilitation center is designed to be quite large, with more than a dozen buildings and over three hundred rooms. The main structures are mostly complete, and the interior decoration is in full swing. It should be open for business after the Spring Festival.

Feng Jun borrowed his place, and he definitely won’t oppose it, but his primary business focus is stroke rehabilitation. Once it opens, lending Feng Jun one or two buildings would not be an issue—after all, his business won’t be overwhelming at the start.

However, if Feng Jun continues to rely on this place for cancer patient treatment, it won’t be sustainable.

Yu Zhiyuan’s eyes lit up, "So, you’re saying you need to build a hospital here?"

"A cancer patient care center, not a hospital," Feng Jun answered seriously. "I don’t have medical qualifications, nor do I want to be constrained by any certification. I understand those procedures are necessary, but here it’s ’Jiang Taigong fishing, willing participants fall for it.’

"That’s not an issue," Yu Zhiyuan smiled, "There are many hospitals without qualifications, of course. You’re willing to stick to the rules; that’s very good. Let me build this cancer patient care center for you... Will five thousand beds be enough?"

Feng Jun thought for a moment and still shook his head, "I think Yang Yuxin is more suitable to handle this matter."

"Her? Haha," Yu Zhiyuan laughed disdainfully. In his eyes, Yang Yuxin really wasn’t much, especially in Zhengyang’s domain, "In three months, I can build a thirty-story hospital for you. Can she do that?"

"No need for such a tall building," Feng Jun shook his head, "It can’t exceed four stories, otherwise, I won’t have any privacy."

"A four-story building is even simpler," Yu Zhiyuan said earnestly. "We can complete all the electrical, plumbing, and interior decoration within a month and ensure it’s ready for use. Do you believe that?"

Feng Jun frowned, "Isn’t it insufficient if the foundation-laying time is included?"

Although he is an arts major, he knows the construction industry’s pace. It’s not necessarily the faster, the better.

"Leave it to me," Yu Zhiyuan answered without hesitation. "I will surely give you a satisfactory result."

Feng Jun doesn’t dare to trust him so easily. Nowadays, there are too many people who boast. Although with the Yu family’s foundation, there’s no need to bluff, he still has other options, so why take risks?

So he smiled and replied, "I still need to discuss this matter with Director Yang. I’ve been working with her for a longer period."

Yu Zhiyuan cleared his throat, "Actually, you’ve been in touch with my Yu family even earlier... Zhang Weihong can testify to that."

He could have made it clearer—my daughter knew you back at the Hongjie Clubhouse, didn’t she?

But he couldn’t say it that way because many people, after becoming successful, are unwilling to talk about their past struggles and might even flip out over it.

In Yu Zhiyuan’s heart, not being able to face one’s past means not being strong—being down and out before is nothing. The fact that you’re doing well now proves you’re hardworking and excellent enough, doesn’t it?

However, some people’s success comes ambiguously, maybe they know it, or perhaps they don’t, so they avoid talking about the past.

Yu Zhiyuan doesn’t know if Feng Jun minds this, but he needs to show that the connection between their families has lasted longer, so he hints at it vaguely.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun made a very peculiar expression. After a while, he sighed, "Yu Qingzhu is a very beautiful girl. There was a time I quite liked her, even felt like she was the girl of my dreams..."

Yu Zhiyuan’s lips curved slightly, thinking does my daughter’s excellence need your validation?

He always believed one of the proudest works of his life was his daughter. Suitors lining up for her could stretch from Chang’an Street to Tongzhou—you have that kind of eye, which is not too bad either.

Yet, in the next moment, he was sharply aware of a coming issue—you’re not going to say "but" next, are you?

"But," Feng Jun spoke slowly, "I helped her, and I received nothing in return... It’s fine not to be thanked, but I was dismissed because of that matter, and no one spoke up for justice on my behalf."

In reality, Yu Zhiyuan knew about this cause and effect. Feng Jun was dismissed from Hongjie mainly due to scheming by others, and Hongjie’s boss, Zhang Weihong, was later not only forgiven by Feng Jun but also became his business representative.

During the whole event, what did Yu Qingzhu do? She did nothing.

No wonder Feng Jun bears no old sentiments—what old sentiments are there, after all?

The most offending person, Sister Hong, became one of the key figures at Luohua, while Yu Qingzhu, after being at Luohua for over a year, remained in an awkward position. There must be some issue in this.

However, despite the objective existence of the issue, Yu Zhiyuan believes that Feng Jun being able to point out that he once had a good feeling for her indicates there is still some sentiment involved, otherwise he could easily not mention it.

But although he understands this point, as a father, and among the top group in Huaxia, he cannot actively push his daughter forward—too easily ridiculed, is the daughter of the Yu Family unable to marry out?

Moreover, Feng Jun’s private life is as decadent as a mess; he cannot let his daughter be deceived.

So he could only nod, "Back then, it was indeed not easy for you."

Actually, Feng Jun does not feel there is any remaining sentiment, just as he does not mind discussing the past difficulties, previous experiences can be spoken of, covering up seems even more unable to let go.

So he answers with a smile, "When I interacted with Director Yang, initially I was the contributor, and she was always very cooperative with me. President Yu, I appreciate your willingness to help, but I will still ask her first... after all, here is where she is responsible for development."

Speaking here, he initially wanted to say, back then, this piece of land, along with my Luohua Manor, was almost taken by Qi Wushi, who is also your Yu Family’s son-in-law, but then again, saying this seems really meaningless—it’s already covered.

Yang Yuxin developed it? Yu Zhiyuan feels a bit discontent, if my Yu Family was genuinely interested, could she seize it from us?

But this matter is not urgent to dispute, he hurriedly brings up another matter, "Then go ask her first, I specially came, still talking about that matter... the current situation is indeed quite severe."

Feng Jun helplessly gives him a look, "I’ve told you, don’t want to talk about this... do you think it’s interesting to go back on one’s word?"

Yu Zhiyuan gives a bitter smile, "Then by your logic, this isn’t my concern, even if all Huaxia has no oil, my car can still drive... you say I’m of this age, letting you counter me sentence by sentence, what am I after?"

Feng Jun takes out a cigarette to smoke, having no response to this.

"Isn’t it just for the good of this country?" Yu Zhiyuan speaks sincerely, "National interest, what is national interest? You, me, him... all Huaxia people, together form a country, that’s national interest."

"I admit what you said is correct," Feng Jun answers solemnly, "but I cannot indulge others’ bad habits, frankly speaking, you think dealing with this oil doesn’t require paying a price? Your arrangement disrupted my plans!"

Yu Zhiyuan pats his chest to express, "Just this once, not again!"

"Don’t even think about it," Feng Jun rolls his eyes, "With one comes two, I reject any bad beginnings."

Yu Zhiyuan grits his teeth, "Like this, if you help me this time, I’ll add another ten square kilometers outside of Yang Yuxin’s land for you... will that work?"

Feng Jun initially still wanted to refuse, but upon reconsideration, even Hua Hua, a butterfly, can be so understanding, he cannot be too cold-hearted, and indeed another piece of land is not bad, "What’s the minimum size that’s enough?"

Yu Zhiyuan’s face lights up, "At least eight hundred... five million square meters?"

Feng Jun smokes, slowly asks, "How is that land calculated, is it free?"

"How is that possible?" Yu Zhiyuan shakes his head with a wry smile, "That’s all local revenue, even if the Yu Family has a big reputation, it can’t harm local interests like this, anyway, you have so much money, it doesn’t make much difference."

"That’s what I earned myself, it didn’t just fall into my lap," Feng Jun answers nonchalantly, not interested in taking advantage, just wants to show he isn’t getting much from the deal, "Two million square meters, no more."

"Isn’t that a bit too little?" Yu Zhiyuan is a bit unwilling, "It’s ten square kilometers of land after all."

"Just this much," Feng Jun speaks expressionlessly, inside the oil depot at White Pebble Beach, he stores ten million square meters of oil, really think he doesn’t want to sell it? Just the opportunity isn’t right, "Don’t tell me you don’t understand what strategic deception is."

"Alright," Yu Zhiyuan has no solution either, "The remaining eight million square meters, I’ll count it as reserved now, deliver it in half a year."

"Then pay up," Feng Jun immediately declares, "Two million square meters in cash, for the eight million square meters... pay a ten percent deposit, I’ll get ready for you."

Yu Zhiyuan raises his eyebrows, "Still need a deposit?"

Feng Jun looks at him, throws away the cigarette butt in his hand, "If you didn’t mention it, I’d have forgotten, you’re used to dragging things, use me, and then stop the deal, first transfer those ten square kilometers over, I’ll help you get the crude oil."

"How is that possible," Yu Zhiyuan can’t help but exclaim, "That’s over ten thousand acres of land, it requires ministry approval, involves relocation, compensation, and overall planning, getting it done in half a year is already good."

Feng Jun chuckles, "That’s your issue, if you dare to promise me like this, you must show sincerity, don’t blame me for being unreasonable... this habit of not seeing the rabbit not throwing the eagle is all forced out by you."

Yu Zhiyuan rolls his eyes in anger.