Taotao, Taotao

Feng Jun could guess that Guo Yueling was deliberately making things difficult for him—he had originally been meant to face punishment over the Liu Shuming incident, but then Red Sister appeared, forcing Manager Liu to retract the decision.

Clearly, the boss was the real culprit, yet the lobby manager did not dare complain and instead came to hate him.

Feng Jun could not help complaining inwardly. Women really were incomprehensible creatures.

But he had not expected Red Sister to feel somewhat regretful about his departure.

He believed that unless the boss had authorized it, Manager Guo would not have dared fire him behind Red Sister's back, even with a hundred times more nerve.

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

Of course, whether he could still speak to her now no longer mattered. Manager Guo had humiliated him so thoroughly that he was too ashamed to go to the boss and demand an explanation.

In fact, he even bore a bit of resentment toward Red Sister. Even if she wanted to fire him, could she not have explained the reason to his face?

That was why there really were not many good people in Hongjie Club.

What surprised him, however, was that someone who had usually given him quite a headache instead showed him some goodwill—Sister Ren from finance.

Sister Ren was the chairman's person and had the authority to supervise the finances. However, the chairman and Red Sister had an exceptionally good relationship, so Sister Ren did not cause trouble for the general manager at work.

Still, whenever she saw something in the company that displeased her, she would mutter about it. Her voice was not loud, but she never stopped muttering, which was incredibly annoying. Feng Jun had found it quite bothersome.

But this time, after Sister Ren paid out his wages, she quietly reminded him, "Little Feng, someone from the city sports bureau specifically named you this time. They're our superiors, so the company probably couldn't withstand the pressure."

Feng Jun finally learned why he had been fired, but he was still stunned. "When did I ever offend the sports bureau?"

"I don't know either." Sister Ren shook her head. After thinking for a moment, she asked tentatively, "Could it have been Liu Shuming? That little thug has his fingers in a lot of pies."

She had no good impression of Coach Liu. Disgust showed on her face when she said this, but there was also a faint hint of excitement.

Who would have thought that Sister Ren, already in her forties, still had such a love of gossip?

Feng Jun nodded slightly. As an outsider, he was at too great a disadvantage against Liu Shuming, a native of Yang City. The various external forces Liu could draw upon were simply too numerous.

After that bastard ran into trouble, he could casually reach out and get connected with all the relevant local people.

That was why people said, "Goods are precious away from their hometown, while people are cheap." Conversely, if a person did not leave their hometown, they were worth a great deal.

Sister Ren was somewhat unconvinced and quietly suggested, "Go find that girl who arrested him... That girl has a lot of influence. She might be able to put in a good word for you."

It had to be admitted that this was a fairly reliable suggestion, but Feng Jun had already developed a distaste for Hongjie and did not want to humble himself any further. Besides, he had some plans for the future.

Go back to work for a few more days, then resign again? No one could be that willful.

More importantly, he was not familiar with that girl. Why should he shamelessly beg her for help?

So he bared his teeth in a smile at Sister Ren. "Sister, thank you for your concern. I really am leaving. I appreciate the thought."

Feng Jun did not take much with him, just two wheeled suitcases, one twenty-inch and one twenty-four-inch.

Hongjie did not send anyone to inspect his luggage either. What a joke—who would dare casually steal anything from Hongjie?

Hongjie would not care about a few missing small items, but if anything valuable went missing, Hongjie's boss would show the thief through her actions what it meant to be Society's Red Sister.

Wang Haifeng had been sent out by the company to help a sister company organize a seminar. When he returned and learned that Feng Jun had been fired, he angrily went to find Guo Yueling.

Others feared Manager Guo, but he did not. In fact, there were quite a few well-connected employees like him at Hongjie. They were nominally company staff, but in reality, they were also Hongjie's support in various corners of society.

But no matter how much he pounded tables and glared, Feng Jun was already gone. All the paperwork had been completed, and it could not be changed. The state had its laws, and families had their rules.

So he went to find Red Sister instead. Red Sister gave him an answer. "Someone at the bureau wanted to curry favor with someone else and said that punishing Liu Shuming alone was not enough. After all, those four girls had been mistreated at Hongjie, and the attendant's inadequate reception should also be punished."

Wang Haifeng was dumbfounded. "So... so Feng Jun rescued a girl from Liu Shuming, and nobody saw that? Isn't that repaying kindness with enmity?"

"People trying to curry favor don't think that much," Red Sister said with a helpless smile. "They put it so vaguely that I couldn't even argue. That person was only following the crowd and joining in the excitement. If I explained it clearly, I would just be blocking their path."

Hearing this, Wang Haifeng found it rather unbelievable and could not help asking again, "Then wouldn't it be fine if Feng Jun went and spoke to that girl?"

"He would have to go say it himself." Red Sister picked up a pack of women's cigarettes from the desk, took one out, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Her alluring face was shrouded in thin white smoke, making her subtle expression impossible to discern. There was no emotion in her voice either. "If you want to live well in this society, you need insight... If he can't think of it himself, no one else is obligated to remind him."

Wang Haifeng nodded thoughtfully. "Yes. To others, reminding him might instead make it seem like you'd acted inappropriately."

"Exactly." Red Sister nodded slightly and gave him an approving look. "You're not as rash as your father says."

Wang Haifeng rarely blushed, but his old face reddened. "I... I've just heard people mention it often. I only half understand."

Feng Jun had no idea that Wang Haifeng had gone to stand up for him. Right now, he was wholly focused on charging himself.

Not charging his brain with knowledge, but charging his body... literally.

However, he was still somewhat afraid of 220 volts. That stuff could kill someone.

So he spent fifty yuan at the secondhand market on three phone chargers. He had used phone chargers for his first two charges, so he wanted to use one for this experiment as well.

He did not dare test the street factory's electricity too recklessly, so he went to the renovation market and bought ten two-amp fuses at fifty cents each, spending five yuan.

After connecting a fuse to the breaker, he plugged in a phone charger and began carefully charging the old phone.

The charger worked normally and could charge it.

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

Fortunately, only the fuse had blown this time. The transformer for the external municipal power supply remained intact.

However, the light in the old gatekeeper's room dimmed for a moment as well.

The old man had been reading a newspaper. He raised his head in surprise to glance at the bulb, then lowered his head and continued reading.

Feng Jun stopped what he was doing and began reflecting on the experiment.

The current was still too strong! That was the conclusion he reached. As for why the transformer had not burned out this time, he had a guess: it seemed the two-amp fuse had done its job—two amps could only support an appliance of up to five hundred watts.

Hongjie Club's fuses were certainly not just two amps. A normal household's main power switch was at least thirty amps, and fifty amps was common enough.

The club's fuses should have been over a hundred amps.

If such a powerful surge of current passed through, combined with the current from other users, it seemed... possible that it could blow the municipal transformer while its own breaker did not trip?

The poor humanities monk went over and over it, only to reach one conclusion—good thing I bought two-amp fuses.

Then Feng Jun replaced the fuse, switched to another old charger, gritted his teeth, and charged the Maolin mobile phone.

The instant his left hand gripped the phone, the charger burned out again. Fortunately, the Maolin mobile phone did not seem to be damaged.

It seemed... the old phone was not the only thing that could serve as a charging medium for him?

This was good news. However, before Feng Jun could test whether the Maolin mobile phone still worked properly, the old gatekeeper slammed down his newspaper, came out of his room, and shouted, "Which bastard is stealing electricity again?"

The street factory's electrical lines were often illegally tapped and connected. The old man himself made things convenient for others and earned a little money on the side.

But he could not tolerate voltage being this unstable. Besides, stealing electricity required moderation. If things went too far, nobody would get any benefits.

Feng Jun quietly stuck out his tongue, silently replaced the fuse, and began checking the Maolin mobile phone.

A few seconds later, he smiled—the phone really had no problems at all.

This was excellent news. If he could only use the old phone to charge himself, he would have had to complain about this strange encounter—the old phone was really a bit low-end.

Besides, he had spent over two thousand yuan on the Maolin mobile phone. If it broke, he would definitely feel the pain.

The preliminary test had gone smoothly, but he did not dare continue testing now—the old gatekeeper was practically about to explode.

In any case, unless absolutely necessary, he would not use the generator. Although Wang Haifeng had promised replacement within a month, repairs for a year, and lifetime maintenance, it was a major piece of equipment worth over ten thousand yuan. Why take that risk?

It would be troublesome for him and troublesome for others.

Unable to continue testing for the moment, Feng Jun idly swiped open the phone screen with his right hand and stared blankly at the rows of icons.

I really want to tap one with my left hand and test the other functions.

However, looking at the fading mark on his wrist, he forcibly suppressed the impulse. His energy points had already dropped to around fifty, which was probably only enough for him to enter the phone space another ten times or so, and that was without bringing anything along.

As mentioned before, he had defined these energy points himself, so they were not especially precise, but they should not be too far off.

Ten times was not exactly a small number, but Feng Jun was someone with a strong sense of crisis. The fact that he had over ten thousand yuan in savings showed that he was not the sort to spend every paycheck. He always liked to leave himself some room to spare.

If he was really going to make money by smuggling goods, he would have fewer than ten trips of leeway left. Naturally, he had to cherish them even more.

Since he could not run any more tests now, Feng Jun had only one thing to do: browse and shop, shop, shop!