Yu Zhiyuan's analysis was spot-on, but Yu Qingzhu offered another suggestion. "I feel like he's short of money?"
"He isn't short of money. At most, he lacks ways to cash out. Didn't you see that Jadeite Tower of his?" Yu Zhiyuan sighed softly. "It's entirely made of Mutton-Fat White Jade... that's a priceless treasure."
Yu Qingzhu let out a soft cry. "Ah, that little white building? I really couldn't tell."
"I went in for a look," Yu Zhiyuan said with a smile. "He wouldn't even let me go upstairs. He said fewer than five people had entered since the house was built... Heh, should I feel honored?"
Yu Qingzhu hesitated before asking, "Then why does he charge so much to treat people? Can't we just pay to cultivate?"
She knew that Feng Jun had asked for one hundred million to treat her grandfather. The treatment had been effective, but the fee had been just as impressive.
"That's the threshold for treatment. His methods are quite formidable; he simply doesn't want ordinary people disturbing him." Yu Zhiyuan had analyzed Feng Jun's mindset, so he spoke with confidence. "You can pay money for treatment, but cultivation may not work that way."
Yu Qingzhu fell silent.
Yu Zhiyuan thought for a moment. "How about this? Spend more time with your Uncle Lei Gang and see where we can help him... This man can't be forced."
To be fair, he did not believe coercion would necessarily fail. But the cost of forcing him was too high, making it not worth the trouble. Thinking again of what Qi Wukui had done, it had been utterly idiotic—offending such a difficult person over a mere plot of land.
Just as he thought of Qi Wukui, Yu Qingzhu happened to think of him too. "Then... should we ask