Madam Wang's Soft Voice

Feng Jun took the brand-name phone from Wang Haifeng and turned to his new office.

Coach Wang wanted to follow him inside, but Feng Jun stopped him at the door. "When I'm working, I don't like people watching."

Coach Wang gave an awkward laugh. "I'm just curious. Can't I stay quiet?"

Feng Jun said nothing, merely looking at him calmly.

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 technique, they probably would not want others learning it—especially since the technique itself was suspected of being illegal and could easily be used for crooked purposes.

So he nodded. "All right. By the way, you still haven't said how much you'll charge."

Feng Jun raised the brand-name phone in his hand. "Let me see whether I can do it first. If I can, then we'll talk money."

He shut the door. Wang Haifeng paced anxiously outside for a while before finally gritting his teeth. "Forget it. I'll go watch a movie."

As a rich second-generation heir, Coach Wang had rather good equipment. He drove an Aoro to work, and the car had an onboard television. Once connected to the internet, it could play movies and TV dramas at will.

The guy had a big heart too. Only after watching three episodes did he suddenly react. "Ah, I wonder how Little Feng is doing in there?"

When he called, Feng Jun had just finished lunch. "I did not disgrace the mission. But... it really was physical labor."

Wang Haifeng hurried excitedly into the other man's office. Taking the brand-name phone, he checked it and found that, sure enough, a five-thousand-yuan transfer record had vanished into thin air. The records above and below connected seamlessly—only the remaining balance on the next entry did not add up.

If he had not been absolutely certain that he had transferred five thousand yuan during that time, he might even have suspected that this was the original, untouched transaction record.

He smiled and gave Feng Jun a thumbs-up. "It's miraculous... you're even more badass than I imagined."

But immediately afterward, he swiped the screen again, and his smile froze. "Why... did you only delete one?"

The other three transfers, one for five thousand and two for ten thousand, were still listed in the records.

Feng Jun looked at him and spoke calmly. "The more money involved, the more troublesome it is to delete... Shall we discuss the fee?"

Wang Haifeng waved a hand decisively. "Name your price."

Feng Jun tilted his head and considered it. "Forget it, you make an offer. But let me emphasize one thing: the price I paid is beyond anything you can imagine."

"Money isn't a problem." Coach Wang was straightforward. After calculating for a moment, he said, "Delete them all, and I'll give you five thousand."

He truly did not lack money. If it could spare him one round of trouble from his wife, five thousand yuan was nothing.

Feng Jun looked at him calmly without speaking. He was not someone whose eyes lit up at the sight of money, but... entering the phone's space cost energy, and so far, he had not figured out a secret and safe way to obtain a large amount of electricity.

When Wang Haifeng saw that he remained silent, his brows furrowed slightly. "What, not enough?"

He was somewhat surprised as well. In his impression, Little Feng was poor, but he did not usually place much importance on money.

In all fairness, Coach Wang felt that he was not offering too little. It could even be said that he was paying several times the market rate—no matter how amazing your skill was, this was work that could be finished in a single day.

Little Feng's base salary was not even three thousand. Of course, the company also provided food and lodging and paid his social insurance and housing fund contributions—such benefits were already above average in Yang City. And one should not forget that attendants could earn tips and commissions.

Wang Haifeng was offering five thousand mainly because he was truly terrified of his wife causing trouble. He felt he was being extremely sincere; this was nearly two months of Little Feng's salary.

And you still weren't satisfied?

The two stared at each other, big eyes against big eyes, 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 the one I deleted a free favor. Is that acceptable?"

"What kind of nonsense is that?" Wang Haifeng was getting angry. "Even if you delete two more for me, as long as one remains, I still can't explain myself."

Feng Jun gave him an irritated look. "You can find someone else to delete them for you."

Wang Haifeng gritted his teeth. "If I could find someone, would I be reduced to this?"

It was not as though he had never considered it. He had sought out phone repairmen and even employees at brand-name phone stores, but nobody could do it.

Feng Jun looked at him leisurely. "You could find the people who developed Liaoliao. They might have a way."

"Aren't you just being contrary?" Wang Haifeng grew even more dissatisfied. "Never mind whether there's enough time. Asking them to do it, I'm afraid even money wouldn't be enough... this would damage their company's reputation and might even be illegal."

Feng Jun was getting annoyed too. "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 spoke word by word. "Five thousand yuan is equivalent to two months of my salary at the club. That does not mean every bit of labor I perform can only be valued at that rate."

I'm a man who's had a miraculous encounter. If I weren't so poor right now and desperately in need of a way to replenish energy, you would never get such a bargain.

Wang Haifeng was instantly speechless. That was right—this ability was something 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 for a moment, then ultimately shook his head. "Forget it. You deposited thirty thousand into Douniu Live, so I'll charge you thirty thousand... and don't think it's expensive. If you have this kind of problem again, even if you offer me three hundred thousand, I won't touch it."

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 still have time to find someone to take the fall now. In all conscience, I really don't want to haggle with you over money."

"All right." Wang Haifeng smiled faintly and put an arm around his shoulders. "I was just saying... You can finish it this afternoon, right?"

A rich second-generation heir was still a rich second-generation heir. Just moments ago, he had been angry at the other man's lion opening its jaws, but once he decided to spend the money, he readily accepted reality—as long as money could solve a problem, it was not a problem.

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. "Remember this: the detailed change balance will have discrepancies. It would be best if you don't spend or receive 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 several thousand yuan worth of Niuwan in Douniu Live. Open an account too, and I'll transfer them to you."

Feng Jun waved him off and replied irritably, "Go, go, go. Will you die if you don't squander money...?"

Wang Haifeng's wife was even more jealous than everyone had imagined. That afternoon, she actually came to Hongjie Club.

Coach Wang was explaining the precautions for using the equipment to a female customer. When he saw his wife arrive, he gave her a slight nod in greeting, then explained things with even greater care.

Wang Furen knew the nature of her husband's work, so she did not go up to interrupt him—at home, she could be extremely jealous, but in public, she paid considerable attention to her image and to preserving her husband's dignity.

In fact, the female customer was not only over forty, but her figure had become severely bloated. Wang Furen did not feel the slightest pressure.

The female customer, however, was rather puzzled. This young man had been nowhere near as enthusiastic when speaking to her earlier. What was going on...?

Men liked beautiful women, and women liked handsome men. The customer asked question after question for quite a while, then finally affected a fussy tone and said, "What you told me is more or less the same as what you tell everyone else. You should put more effort into being professional."

Wang Haifeng's nose nearly twisted with anger. He was a fitness coach, damn it. You were complaining that he was not professional enough over things even a body-shaping coach or an attendant could explain?

But... he endured it!

Meanwhile, Wang Furen gave a soft snort from nearby—my husband is far too easygoing when he works. Waiting on people really was not an easy job.

Hearing it, the female customer glanced at her. She assumed that this woman was interested in the handsome young man too, and asked even more questions.

At long last, Coach Wang sent her away. Only then did his wife pull him aside and ask angrily, "Where have you been these past few days? You haven't even been at the club."

Wang Haifeng's lie came right out of his mouth. "My brother asked me to handle something for him, and he told me not to tell anyone."

This reason was powerful. His older brother was at a critical point in his promotion. In fact, the dignified rich second-generation heir had not gone to train at the family company and had instead come to work as a coach at a fitness club because he was worried about affecting his brother's official career.

In short, Wang Haifeng was not cut out for business by nature. He himself liked fitness and had even obtained a coaching certificate, so he simply came here to be a coach. His brother was also very supportive, saying that once he had made something of himself, it would not be too late for him to take over their father's position.

Wang Furen very much wanted to ask what her brother-in-law had arranged for him to do, but she was also from a second-generation family and knew such taboos.

So she could only suppress it and say as if nothing had happened, "Your brother certainly knows how to put people to work. By the way, where's that spare phone of yours? I need to make two calls... my phone is dead."

As she spoke, she cast him sidelong glances, seemingly by accident.

Wang Haifeng answered without changing expression, "I lent the phone to Feng Jun. He's sleeping in the office. Ask him for it when he comes out."

Wang Furen looked at him and said lightly, "I hope he doesn't break it."

After several years of marriage, she truly understood her husband all too well.

Coach Wang remained expressionless, pretending not to have heard her, but inwardly he was groaning: Feng Jun, you'd better have deleted everything cleanly.