Feng Jun took the branded phone from Wang Haifeng and turned to head into his new office.
Coach Wang tried to follow him inside, but Feng Jun stopped him at the door. "Listen, I don't like people watching while I work."
Coach Wang gave an awkward laugh. "I'm just curious. Can't I stay quiet?"
Feng Jun said nothing and merely looked at him coolly.
After thinking it over, Wang Haifeng felt that he had gone a little too far.
No matter who it was, if they possessed this kind of skill, they probably would not want anyone else to learn it—especially since the skill itself was potentially illegal and could easily be used for shady purposes.
So he nodded. "All right. By the way, you still haven't told me—what will it cost?"
Feng Jun raised the branded phone in his hand. "I'll first see whether it can be done. If it can, then we'll talk money."
He shut the office door. Wang Haifeng anxiously paced outside for a while before finally gritting his teeth. "Forget it. I'll go watch a movie."
As a wealthy second-generation heir, Coach Wang had some pretty good equipment. He drove an Auro Car to work, and it had an in-car television. Once connected to the internet, he could watch movies and TV dramas at will.
The guy had quite the nerve too. He watched three episodes of a TV drama before suddenly remembering. "Oh! I wonder how Xiao Feng is doing in there?"
When he called, Feng Jun had just finished lunch. "Mission accomplished. But... it really was exhausting work."
Wang Haifeng rushed excitedly to the other man's office, took the branded phone, and looked at it. Sure enough, a five-thousand-yuan transfer record had vanished out of thin air. The entries before and after it connected seamlessly—only the balance in the next transaction did not match.
If he had not been absolutely certain that he had transferred five thousand yuan during that period, he might have suspected that this was the original, untouched transaction history.
Grinning, he gave Feng Jun a thumbs-up. "That's downright miraculous... You're even more awesome than I imagined."
But then he swiped through the phone again, and his smile froze. "How come... you only deleted one?"
The three transfers—of five thousand and ten thousand yuan each—were still listed in the transaction history.
Feng Jun looked at him and spoke calmly. "The more money involved, the more troublesome it is to delete... Let's talk about the fee."
Wang Haifeng waved a hand and said decisively, "Name your price."
Feng Jun tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Forget it. You make an offer. But let me stress one thing: the price I paid is beyond anything you can imagine."
"Money isn't a problem." Coach Wang was straightforward. After considering it, he said, "Delete them all, and I'll give you five thousand yuan."
He truly was not short on money. If five thousand yuan could save him from one round of trouble with his wife, it was nothing.
Feng Jun merely looked at him without speaking. He was not greedy for money, but... entering the phone's space consumed energy, and so far, he had not figured out a discreet and safe way to obtain a large amount of electricity.
Seeing him remain silent, Wang Haifeng frowned slightly. "What, not enough?"
He was a little surprised. In his impression, Xiao Feng was poor, but he usually did not place much importance on money.
Honestly, Coach Wang felt that he was offering quite a lot—several times the market rate, even. No matter how amazing your skill was, this was still a job that could be finished in a day.
Xiao Feng's base salary was less than three thousand yuan. Of course, the club also provided food and lodging and paid his social insurance and housing fund contributions—those were above-average benefits in Yang City. Not to mention that attendants could earn tips and commissions.
Wang Haifeng was offering five thousand mainly because he was terrified of his wife making trouble. He felt he was being plenty sincere. That was nearly two months of Xiao Feng's salary.
And you still weren't satisfied?
The two stared at each other for quite a while before Wang Haifeng finally asked with some helplessness, "Still not enough?"
"Forget it." Feng Jun waved a hand, equally helpless. "Consider that one deleted record a free favor from me. Is that okay?"
"What kind of nonsense is that?" Wang Haifeng was getting angry. "Even if you deleted two more for me, as long as one was left, I still wouldn't be able to explain myself."
Feng Jun looked at him irritably. "Then you can find someone else to delete them for you."
Wang Haifeng gritted his teeth. "If I could find someone, would I be in this situation?"
It was not as though he had never considered it. He had asked phone repair shops and even branded phone stores, but no one could do it.
Feng Jun looked at him leisurely. "You could find the people who developed ChatChat. Maybe they have a way."
"Aren't you just being difficult?" Wang Haifeng grew even more dissatisfied. "Never mind whether there's enough time. Asking them to do it probably wouldn't work even if I paid them... It would damage their company's reputation, and it might even be illegal."
Feng Jun became annoyed as well. "So you know this is something money can't settle?"
"But..." Wang Haifeng hesitated before finally speaking honestly. "This is equivalent to nearly two months of your salary. I'm already showing plenty of respect for your work."
"You've got the logic wrong," Feng Jun said, enunciating every word. "Five thousand yuan is equivalent to two months of my salary at the club. That does not mean every bit of labor I do can only be valued at that rate."
I'm someone who stumbled upon a miracle. It's only because I'm too poor right now and urgently need a way to replenish energy that you're getting such a bargain.
Wang Haifeng was immediately speechless. That was right—this was a capability he could not obtain even with money.
After a pause, he said irritably, "I'll give you fifty thousand. Is that enough?"
Feng Jun thought about it, then ultimately shook his head. "Forget it. You deposited thirty thousand into Bullfighting Live, so I'll charge you thirty thousand... And don't call it expensive. If you ever get into this kind of trouble again, I won't touch it even for three hundred thousand."
Wang Haifeng rolled his eyes. "With three hundred thousand, I could find four or five people to take the fall."
Feng Jun spread his hands. "You can still find someone to take the fall now. Honestly, I really don't want to haggle with you over money."
"All right." Wang Haifeng smiled slightly and threw an arm around his shoulders. "I was just saying... You can get it done this afternoon, right?"
A wealthy second-generation heir was still a wealthy second-generation heir. Just moments ago, he had been angry at the other man for asking an outrageous price, but once he decided to pay, he readily accepted reality—any problem money could solve was not a problem.
Feng Jun pondered for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Remember this: there'll be discrepancies in the detailed balance records. It's best if you don't spend or receive any money for the next few days. I can't be sure whether the system will correct the ledger."
"Don't worry about that." Wang Haifeng patted his chest, then shot him a sidelong glance. "How about this? I still have a few thousand yuan worth of Bull Meatballs in Bullfighting Live. Open an account, and I'll transfer them to you."
Feng Jun waved him off and replied irritably, "Get lost. Will it kill you not to squander money...?"
Wang Haifeng's wife was even more jealous than everyone had imagined. That afternoon, she actually came to the Hongjie Club.
Coach Wang was explaining the precautions for using the equipment to a female customer. When he saw Madam Wang arrive, he gave her a slight nod, then became even more earnest in his explanation.
Madam Wang understood the nature of her husband's work, so she did not go over and interrupt him. She might be intensely jealous at home, but in public, she cared greatly about appearances and about preserving her husband's dignity.
In fact, the female customer was over forty and quite overweight, so Madam Wang did not feel the slightest pressure.
The customer, on the other hand, was rather puzzled. This young man had been far less enthusiastic when speaking with her earlier. What was going on...?
Men liked beautiful women, and women liked handsome men. The customer asked question after question for a long while, then finally said coyly, "What you tell me is pretty much the same as what you tell everyone else. You should put more effort into being professional."
Wang Haifeng was so angry that his nose nearly twisted. He was a fitness coach, damn it. You were asking about things even a body-shaping coach or an attendant could explain, and you thought he was not professional enough?
But... I'll endure it!
Madam Wang gave a soft snort from nearby. My husband is far too easygoing when he's working. Serving people really isn't an easy job.
Hearing it, the female customer glanced at her. Assuming that this woman was also interested in the handsome young man, she asked even more questions.
After Coach Wang finally got rid of her, his wife dragged him aside and asked angrily, "Where have you been these past few days? You haven't even been at the club."
Wang Haifeng lied without missing a beat. "My brother asked me to handle something for him, and he told me not to tell anyone."
That was a powerful excuse. His brother was at a crucial point in his promotion. In fact, the reason this wealthy second-generation heir did not train at the family company and instead came to work as a coach at a fitness club was because he worried about affecting his brother's political career.
In short, Wang Haifeng was not cut out for business by nature. He personally liked fitness and had earned a coaching certificate, so he simply became a coach here. His brother supported the decision wholeheartedly, saying that Wang Haifeng could take over their father's business after making something of himself.
Madam Wang wanted to ask what her brother-in-law had arranged for him to do, but she was also from a second-generation family and understood such taboos.
So she could only hold herself back and casually say, "Your brother sure knows how to put people to work. By the way, where's that spare phone of yours? I need to make a couple of calls... My phone is dead."
As she spoke, she cast him a seemingly casual sidelong glance.
Without changing expression, Wang Haifeng replied, "I lent the phone to Feng Jun. He's sleeping in the office. Ask him for it when he comes out."
Madam Wang glanced at him and said lightly, "I hope he doesn't break it."
After several years of marriage, she understood her husband far too well.
Coach Wang kept a blank expression, pretending not to have heard her, but inwardly he was groaning: Feng Jun, you'd better make sure you delete everything cleanly.
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