Feng Jun looked around and actually spotted two of Ji Ping'an's neighbors. Both were middle-aged, one at the Qi Refining First Layer and the other at the Eighth Layer of Mortal Transcendence. At their age, with such cultivation, they were basically at the bottom of Qiuchen Market.
Yet several cultivators surrounded them, all speaking with ingratiating smiles. From the sound of it, they hoped the two could install telephones for them as soon as possible.
Telephone installation was originally Tiantong's business, but Tiantong here simply did not have enough manpower. Ji Ping'an not only worked with Feng Jun, but also had quite a few people who knew how to install electrical appliances, so Tiantong hired them for the job.
Ji Ping'an's rise had indeed changed the lives of quite a few people. It was no wonder no one dared touch Feng Jun's residence. Forget touching it—many people voluntarily helped maintain it.
However, the two men being surrounded had not started looking down their noses at everyone just because they had found success. They had come from the bottom themselves and understood all too well that one should not push one's luck after getting carried away. In fact, anyone who could afford a telephone would not have lower cultivation than them.
Thus, they could only explain with wry smiles, "The junction box in that area is full. Recently, the market and Tiantong have been discussing plans for the lines. Pulling wires through the air is strictly prohibited now; everything has to go underground... You'll have to wait a few days."
A Fifth Layer Qi Condensation cultivator nodded. "That makes sense. I heard Inspector Tianwang had something urgent and flew a little too fast that day, even cutting his neck. The telephone lines really should be sorted out. How long will we