Scavenge, Scavenge, Scavenge

Feng Jun guessed that Guo Yueling was intentionally making things difficult for him—regarding the incident with Liu Shuming, he was originally supposed to be disciplined, but then Shehui Ni Hongjie appeared, and Manager Guo was forced to retract her decision.

Even though the boss was the true culprit, the floor manager didn't dare to complain about her, instead choosing to harbor resentment toward him.

Feng Jun couldn't help but complain to himself; women were truly inexplicable creatures.

However, he didn't expect that Hongjie felt at least some regret over his departure.

He believed that if it weren't for the boss's instructions, Manager Guo wouldn't have had the guts to force him to resign behind Hongjie's back.

After all, he had a direct line to the top and could speak to Hongjie.

Of course, whether he could still speak to her now was irrelevant; he had been ruthlessly mocked by Manager Guo and truly didn't have the face to go to the boss for an explanation.

In fact, he even felt a bit of resentment toward Hongjie; even if you were going to fire me, couldn't you have just explained the reason to my face?

So, there really weren't many good people in Hongjie Club.

However, to his surprise, someone who usually gave him a headache showed him kindness—Sister Ren, who was in charge of finance.

Sister Ren was the chairman's person and held supervisory power over the finances, but since the chairman and Hongjie were on the best of terms, Sister Ren didn't cause trouble for the general manager in her work.

But whenever she saw things in the company that she found displeasing, she would mutter about them; her voice wasn't loud, but she would mutter incessantly, which was very annoying, and Feng Jun found it quite a headache.

Yet this time, after Sister Ren handed him his wages, she whispered a hint, "Little Feng, this time someone from the Municipal Sports Bureau specifically named you. They are the ones who oversee our company, and the company likely couldn't withstand the pressure."

Feng Jun finally knew the reason he had been fired, but he was still stunned, "When did I ever offend the Sports Bureau?"

"I don't know that either," Sister Ren shook her head. After thinking for a moment, she tentatively asked, "Could it be Liu Shuming? That little hoodlum has very wide connections."

She didn't have a good impression of Coach Liu, and as she said this, there was a look of disgust on her face, but also a faint hint of excitement.

He hadn't expected that Sister Ren, who was over forty, still had a gossiping heart.

Feng Jun nodded slightly upon hearing this. For an outsider like him, Liu Shuming, as a native of Yang City, had too many advantages and could utilize far too many external forces.

Whenever that guy encountered trouble, he could just reach out and connect with the relevant local people.

There is a saying, "Things are precious when they leave their home, but people are cheap when they leave theirs," and that was exactly the logic; conversely, if a person doesn't leave their home, they are very valuable.

Sister Ren, however, was a bit unconvinced and suggested in a low voice, "You should go find that young girl who caught him... that girl has a lot of influence, she could probably put in a good word for you."

He had to admit that this was a fairly reliable suggestion, but Feng Jun had already developed a sense of disgust toward Hongjie and didn't want to compromise himself anymore; besides, he already had certain plans for his future.

Come back and work for a few more days, then resign again? A person shouldn't be that capricious.

Of course, the most important thing was that he wasn't close to that girl, so why should he go and beg her with a thick skin?

So, he flashed a grin at Sister Ren, "Sister, thank you for your concern, but I really am leaving. I appreciate your intentions."

Feng Jun didn't take much with him, just two suitcases—one twenty-inch and one twenty-four-inch.

Hongjie didn't send anyone to inspect his luggage; are you kidding? Who would dare to steal from Hongjie?

If a few small items went missing, Hongjie wouldn't care, but if something valuable were lost, the boss of Hongjie would show the thief exactly what "Shehui Ni Hongjie" meant.

Wang Haifeng had been sent out by the company to help a brother company host a lecture. When he returned and heard that Feng Jun had been fired, he stormed off to find Guo Yueling.

Others feared Manager Guo, but he didn't. In fact, there were quite a few people like him in Hongjie Company who had connections; they were called employees, but in reality, they were Hongjie Company's leverage in various aspects of society.

But no matter how much he slammed the table and glared, Feng Jun was already gone, the paperwork was finished, and it couldn't be changed; the country has its laws, and the company has its rules.

So he went to find Hongjie, and she gave him an answer, "Someone in the bureau wants to curry favor with others, saying that just punishing Liu Shuming wasn't enough. After all, those four girls were bullied at Hongjie, and since the waiter didn't provide proper service, he should also be punished."

Wang Haifeng was dumbfounded, "So... so it's because Feng Jun saved a girl from Liu Shuming that no one saw it? Isn't this returning kindness with enmity?"

"Those who want to curry favor don't consider that much," Hongjie smiled helplessly, "They spoke so vaguely that I couldn't even find a way to argue... That person was just following the crowd to join in the excitement. If I had really explained it clearly, I would have been the one blocking their path."

Hearing this, Wang Haifeng found it unbelievable and couldn't help but ask, "Then, if Feng Jun goes to find that girl and talks to her, wouldn't it be fine?"

"He has to be the one to say it himself," Hongjie picked up a pack of ladies' cigarettes from the table, pulled one out, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Her beautiful face was shrouded in thin white smoke, making her subtle expressions unclear, and there was no emotion in her voice, "To live well in this society, you need to have insight... If he can't think of it, no one else has the obligation to remind him."

Wang Haifeng nodded thoughtfully, "That's true. To others, reminding him might actually be seen as you doing something inappropriate."

"Exactly," Hongjie nodded slightly, giving him an appreciative look, "You aren't as reckless as your father says."

For once, Wang Haifeng blushed, "I... I just always hear others mention it, I only half-understand."

Feng Jun didn't know that Wang Haifeng had gone to bat for him; he was now entirely focused on recharging himself.

Not the kind of recharging where you learn knowledge, but physical recharging... pure electricity.

However, he was still a bit wary of 220 volts; that stuff could kill a person.

So he spent fifty yuan to buy three mobile phone chargers from a second-hand market. He had used mobile phone chargers for the first two times he charged, so he would use one for this experiment as well.

He didn't dare to test the electricity from the street factory recklessly, so he had to go to the decoration market and buy ten two-amp fuses for fifty cents each, spending five yuan.

Connecting the fuse to the circuit breaker, he plugged in the mobile phone charger and began to carefully charge the old-fashioned phone.

The charger worked normally and was able to charge.

When he placed his left hand on the old-fashioned phone, an electric arc flashed, the charger burned out again, and the fuse blew.

Fortunately, this time only the fuse blew, and the transformer for the municipal power outside remained intact.

However, the light in the gatekeeper's room also dimmed for a moment.

The old man was reading a newspaper; he looked up at the lightbulb in surprise, then lowered his head to continue reading.

Feng Jun stopped what he was doing and began to reflect on this experiment.

The current was still too high! That was the conclusion he reached. As for why the transformer didn't burn out this time, he had a guess: it seemed the two-amp fuse had done its job—a mere two amps could power appliances up to five hundred watts.

The fuses at Hongjie Club were definitely not just two amps. One had to know that for an ordinary household, the main power switch was usually thirty amps, or even fifty amps.

The club's fuses should be over one hundred amps.

If such a powerful instantaneous current passed through, combined with the current from other users, it was possible to blow out the municipal transformer without tripping the club's own circuit breaker, right?

Poor Wenkeseng summarized it over and over, only to reach this conclusion—thank goodness I bought a two-amp fuse.

Then, Feng Jun changed the fuse, swapped in an old charger, steeled his heart, and charged the Maolin Phone.

The moment his left hand gripped the phone, the charger burned out again. Fortunately, the Maolin Phone seemed undamaged.

It seems... that it isn't just old-fashioned phones that can serve as a charging medium for me?

This was good news, but before Feng Jun could verify the condition of the Maolin Phone, the gatekeeper slammed his newspaper down, walked out of his room, and shouted loudly, "Which bastard is stealing electricity again?"

The wiring at the street factory was often privately tapped and haphazardly connected. The old man himself even provided convenience to others to make a little extra money on the side.

But such unstable voltage was something he couldn't tolerate. Besides, when it came to stealing electricity, one had to know the limits and when to stop; if it went too far, no one would be able to take advantage of it.

Feng Jun stuck his tongue out quietly, replaced the fuse without a sound, and picked up the Maolin Phone to check it.

After a few seconds, he smiled—the phone really had no issues at all.

This was excellent news. If he could only use an old-fashioned phone to charge himself, he would inevitably complain about this strange encounter—an old-fashioned phone was really a bit low-class.

Besides, the Maolin Phone was something he had bought for over two thousand, and he would definitely be heartbroken if it were damaged.

The preliminary test results were very smooth, but he didn't dare to continue testing now—the gatekeeper was about to explode.

In any case, he wouldn't use the generator unless absolutely necessary. Although Wang Haifeng promised a one-month replacement, one-year repair, and lifetime maintenance, that was an expensive item worth over ten thousand; why take that risk?

It would be troublesome for him and troublesome for others.

Unable to test for the time being, the idle Feng Jun swiped open his phone screen with his right hand and stared blankly at the icons.

He really wanted to tap it with his left hand and test other functions.

However, looking at the fading mark on his wrist, he forcibly suppressed the impulse. His energy points had dropped to around fifty, which was probably enough for him to enter the phone space about ten more times, and that was without carrying any items.

As mentioned before, he had defined these energy points himself, so they weren't perfectly accurate, but they weren't far off.

Ten times wasn't a small number, but Feng Jun was a guy with a strong sense of crisis. Judging by the fact that he had over ten thousand in savings, one could tell he wasn't the type to live paycheck to paycheck; he was always in the habit of leaving himself a buffer.

If he really had to rely on smuggling goods to make money, and the remaining buffer was less than ten trips, he naturally had to cherish it even more.

Since he couldn't do any testing now, the thing Feng Jun had to do was: browse Taotao Net and shop, shop, shop!