Second Uncle had his own plans, and his plans for the future could not be called unreasonable.
But Feng Jun merely glanced at him, turned around, and left without saying a word.
He did not think he was being rude. He had made it perfectly clear: talk to my dad, yet you insist on talking to me—what, is my dad not worthy of talking to you?
Seeing this, Second Uncle truly grew anxious. He stood up and hurried after him. "Xiao Jun, I heard you're still dealing in crude oil?"
"Huh?" Feng Jun found that strange. You really aren't afraid of death, are you?
He turned his head, his expression peculiar as he asked, "Who told you that?"
"Just hearsay, hearsay," Second Uncle said with an ingratiating smile. "People say you have a way to get cheap crude oil. Is that true?"
Feng Jun found it even stranger. "You used to manage factories, now you're building bathhouses, then you want to get into communications, and now you want to mess with crude oil... I'm curious, what exactly is your main line of business?"
"Whatever makes money," Second Uncle replied with the same smile. "I also do import and export in Sprout City. If I were to deal in crude oil..."
"That's impossible." Feng Jun waved a hand and answered decisively. "Do you know what kind of people deal in crude oil? It's not that I look down on you, but with your little frame, one breath from them would blow you away. They wouldn't even bother lifting a finger to crush you!"
Being spoken to like that by a junior was indeed humiliating for Second Uncle, but before enormous profits, that humiliation was truly nothing. "But don't I have you? As long as you say the word, who would dare