A Woman's Observational Skills

Feng Jun emerged from his office at 5:30.

Seeing Wang Furen had arrived, he was taken aback for a moment before handing the luxury smartphone back to Wang Haifeng as if nothing were amiss. "I'm done with it. I'm going to take a shower... you two go ahead and chat, sister-in-law."

He walked away, but Wang Furen glanced at his back and whispered to her husband, "Haifeng, why do I feel like little Feng looks a bit different?"

"Does he?" Wang Haifeng was stunned by the question. "I didn't notice anything."

Wang Furen rolled her eyes at him, speaking with a hint of disdain, "What could you possibly notice? I feel like he's grown taller, at the very least."

"Taller?" Wang Haifeng rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful. "Now that you mention it, I do get that feeling."

"His eyes used to be level with your mouth, but now they're above the tip of your nose," Wang Furen said with certainty.

Wang Haifeng welcomed the change of subject. He smiled and replied, "Really? Maybe he bought some height-increasing insoles... did you notice his shoes, dear?"

"We'll take a look in a bit," Wang Furen reached out and naturally steered the conversation back. "Give me the phone..."

She took the phone and made two calls to her close friends, just making small talk. After hanging up, she casually opened Liaoliao. "You go ahead and get busy. I'll look through your Moments to kill some time."

Could Wang Haifeng say no? He certainly could, but that would only lead to more severe consequences.

So, he nodded with a forced air of openness. "Sure. While you're at it, check the transaction history in the wallet. This kid Feng Jun... I hope he didn't use my phone to send himself a red packet."

"Little Feng isn't that kind of person," Wang Furen said, though her pinky finger lightly swiped to open the Liaoliao wallet...

Ten minutes later, Feng Jun came out of the locker room and saw Coach Wang chatting with his wife. He smiled and greeted them, "Sister-in-law, you came all this way—are you worried about Coach Wang? Haha, the trouble with finding a handsome man is that there's just too much to worry about."

Wang Furen smiled. "He hasn't been home in three days and hasn't answered his phone. I thought he'd gone missing and was just about to report it to the police."

Her anger hadn't fully dissipated, but after checking the phone, she found no evidence of her husband philandering, so her rage wasn't at its peak.

Seeing this, Wang Haifeng immediately petitioned his wife, "I want to have a couple of drinks with little Feng tonight... why don't you head back first?"

"Is that really appropriate?" Wang Furen wore an expression that clearly said it was not. "Husband, you haven't eaten at home for three days."

"We just order takeout when we eat at home anyway!" Wang Haifeng waved a hand. "What's the difference between that and eating out?"

Wang Furen felt a bit aggrieved. "It's not that I don't want to cook for you; you just don't like my food."

Raised in the lap of luxury, she hadn't lifted a finger before getting married. Now, for the sake of the man she loved, she had actually started cooking.

Wang Haifeng looked at her with dissatisfaction. "The food you make... is that even fit for human consumption?"

Wang Furen had a powerful aura when catching her husband in the act, unstoppable as a thunderbolt, but when it came to other matters, she could only timidly defend herself. "I feel like it tastes... about the same."

However, Wang Haifeng was quite fond of her. Seeing her like this, his heart softened. "Wife, little Feng got a promotion... I need to celebrate with him."

Wang Furen looked at Feng Jun in surprise. "You got a promotion?"

Feng Jun gave a dry laugh. "It's just a title. I just got a raise. I don't have anyone working under me, so what kind of promotion is that?"

"You have your own office now, how is that not a promotion?" Wang Haifeng said with a smile. "Our Physique Group and Bodybuilding Group have to share one office."

Wang Furen's personality was actually quite commendable. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Then you two should have a good drink. I don't drink, so I'll be the designated driver for Haifeng."

Feng Jun nodded with a smile. "That even saves the cost of a designated driver service... sister-in-law, you really know how to manage a household."

Wang Haifeng said he wanted to drink with Feng Jun, but in his heart, he was thinking about going to the bank to transfer thirty thousand yuan to him. He had seen his wife's state clearly just now; they had been on the verge of an all-out war.

He wanted to appease little Feng as quickly as possible to avoid any further slip-ups.

Now that his wife was tagging along, he couldn't bring up the money. He chose a high-end restaurant nearby—Fushouju—to show his sincerity.

Feng Jun wasn't thinking about that. He had entered the space of the Liaoliao transaction history twice today, which was quite draining. After all, the altered data had to be reflected on the phone.

So, he ate and drank heartily for a while before he started drinking with Wang Haifeng.

Coach Wang had a high tolerance for alcohol and usually paid close attention to his health, but with a free designated driver and a heart full of gratitude, he drank to his heart's content.

Feng Jun had things on his mind. He knew that before he received the money, Wang Haifeng would definitely be anxious, fearing that he might have a big mouth.

So, while drinking, he asked, "Coach Wang, your family runs a factory. Do you know of any good generators? Something around ten thousand yuan would do."

Wang Haifeng looked at him strangely. "You live in the company dormitory, why would you buy a generator?"

"It's for back home," Feng Jun had already prepared an excuse. "My parents live in the county seat."

Wang Haifeng picked up a piece of duck offal with his chopsticks, chewed it with some effort, and swallowed. "I'm not really sure about that. I'll ask the old man when I get a chance... I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

Feng Jun nodded. "Sorry to trouble you. Please make it quick; I might quit after I get paid this month."

"Don't do that," Wang Haifeng said, feeling anxious. They had a good relationship, and he was truly impressed by the "hacker" skills little Feng had just displayed. He really didn't want him to leave. "You just got a promotion, and you're already leaving?"

Feng Jun took a sip of his drink and spoke slowly. "The promotion doesn't pay much. I can't even afford a house. With my abilities, I could actually earn much more... Coach Wang, you should know that."

Wang Haifeng knew what he was referring to—he had earned thirty thousand in a single afternoon. He sighed. "Are you determined to leave?"

"It depends," Feng Jun didn't want to commit to a firm answer. "Maybe this month, maybe next."

Wang Furen spoke up for once. "Are you planning to... go back to your hometown?"

Feng Jun shook his head. "Probably not. I'll stay in Yang City. My hometown is a small county; there aren't as many opportunities there as there are here."

Wang Furen nodded and sighed in sympathy. "That's true. Once you get used to the prosperity of a big city, it's hard to go back."

Wang Haifeng, being a man, thought about it differently. "Have you decided what you're going to do?"

Feng Jun pondered for a moment before answering, "I want to get into transport, trading in luxury goods. For example, your luxury smartphone... if I were to buy a batch in Hai City and bring them back, as long as I can get them through customs, there's no problem making money, right?"

Wang Furen chimed in again, "The name-brand phones in Hai City aren't great, but the ones in Hejiang support all three major networks."

As expected of a second-generation elite, her perspective was truly extraordinary; she could rattle off these trade secrets without a second thought.

Wang Haifeng shook his head, however, "Getting them through customs isn't easy. Even if you buy one for personal use, you have to take it out of the packaging to prove it's for yourself... those guys have eyes like hawks."

"That's right," Wang Furen agreed with a nod, "How can you sell it without the packaging? And if it gets confiscated, the loss is even greater... you don't make much profit on a single unit anyway."

Feng Jun frowned again, "Then what if I could bring back a batch of cosmetics from Shi Kingdom? That should be easier to move, right?"

Compared to smuggling name-brand phones, cosmetics were where the real, substantial profit margins lay.

Wang Furen nodded once more, "As long as you can bring them back, I can help you move them. I won't say too much, but I can guarantee you at least a thirty percent profit."

A thirty percent profit—she was talking wholesale, and she would still make money on top of that. No wonder they called it a windfall.

Smuggling name-brand phones in bulk only netted a few hundred per unit, and you had to share the profit with distribution channels, not to mention they weren't official goods. Cosmetics, however, didn't have the same issue with "official" status.

Wang Haifeng frowned slightly upon hearing this and said with dissatisfaction, "Tell me, why are you always thinking about these crooked ways to make money?"

"Nonsense," Feng Jun glared at him and replied righteously, "I don't have any capital or backing. When it comes to the process of primitive accumulation, who can claim to be clean? Even if you open a restaurant, don't you have to use your reputation to suppress your competitors?"

"I'm only operating in the gray area, which is already being quite principled... If others can do it, why can't I?"

Wang Haifeng was left speechless. The original sin of capitalists wasn't just a saying; even his own father had plenty of shady dealings back when he was starting out that couldn't be spoken of today.

Seeing her husband looking a bit awkward, Wang Furen couldn't help but step in, "Little Feng, if you want to bring back cosmetics, you'll need to prepare more capital. Small-time operations won't work; you might not even cover your travel expenses."

She knew he was short on money, and her words were somewhat of a challenge.

"Hmm," Feng Jun nodded, feeling a bit dejected, then sighed, "That's why I'm not sure if I can quit my job this month, but I really can't stay here much longer... there's no future in it."

Wang Haifeng patted his chest and offered readily, "If you're really going to do business, I can lend you some money. Eighty or a hundred thousand isn't a problem."

Wang Furen glanced at him intentionally or otherwise, but she didn't say anything.

However, Wang Haifeng noticed, so he asked her, "Wife, if he manages to bring back cosmetics, you can sell them for him, right?"

Wang Furen nodded slightly and replied softly, "As long as he can bring them back, it won't be a problem."

The topic ended there, and the three of them drank for another half hour before getting up to leave.

Coach Wang had reached a level of intoxication where he really wanted to go to a KTV to party, but with his wife present, he could only watch Feng Jun leave.

Watching his silhouette disappear into the night, Wang Haifeng whispered, "Wife, you don't trust him, so you don't want to lend him money?"

Even though they weren't short on cash, they weren't the type to lend money out easily. These days, people's hearts were fickle; if you didn't know how to refuse, you could have a mountain of gold and still be drained dry.

And Feng Jun was just a colleague from the fitness club, not even a local.

Wang Furen pondered for a moment before replying slowly, "He really wasn't wearing elevator shoes."