"Hm?" Feng Jun gave Elder Yu a strange look. "What are you talking about? I just took a trip to Jiang City."
"Oh, spare me." Elder Yu snorted. "You think you can hide those little schemes of yours from me? Dare you say Luo Yong wasn't killed by you? Don't be nervous... I'm not carrying any recording devices."
Feng Jun chuckled. "The old man's mind is pretty sharp. I'd say you've recovered well. If you still want to stay here, you'll have to pay more... I'm serious. How about two million a day?"
"What?" Elder Yu exploded at once. "You're young, but your hand is vicious. So if I stay for a year, I'll have to pay... more than seven hundred million?"
"See? You even remembered multiplication," Feng Jun said with a grin. "The effects are outstanding."
Elder Yu was displeased. "Watch yourself, kid. Do you know how many people have asked me for your number?"
Feng Jun looked at him, caught between laughter and tears. "Then do you know how many people are watching my phone signal right now? Old man, I have you to thank for that too."
Elder Yu was briefly speechless. That was indeed true. He had not leaked Feng Jun's number, but from another perspective, the number of people who knew Feng Jun's number had increased far too much in a short time.
There was no contradiction there. The people paying attention to Feng Jun's number only had the authority to monitor or eavesdrop; they were not qualified to call Feng Jun. It could even be said that if they dared call him, they could not bear the consequences.
Meanwhile, those qualified to call Feng Jun—or who believed themselves qualified—could not get his number.
Elder Yu had blocked some people from asking around, but at