For some reason, Xia Xiaoyu did not say that she had learned from her Moments that something had happened to Feng Jun, which was why she had come looking for him.
However, when Red Sister saw her come looking, she regretted it. If I'd known this would happen, why did I bother being the villain?
Of course, she could not help wondering: what did that fool have going for him that Xia Xiaoyu had actually taken a liking to him?
Red Sister had Feng Jun's ChatChat account, but that was only for stealing vegetables. The two had never exchanged a single word on ChatChat.
Now, she certainly could not conveniently send him a pop-up message about this. Her status and position were what they were.
So she called Guo Yueling. "Find out what Feng Jun is doing right now."
When Manager Guo saw Xia Xiaoyu come looking, she had already started feeling uneasy. When she received the call, she was terrified out of her wits.
When she had mocked Feng Jun, she had not left him the slightest bit of dignity. She had even schemed away a month's worth of his wages.
Now that she heard the salted fish might turn over, her regret was beyond words. He was already leaving back then, so why did I have to set him up? What a pointless little villain I was!
She was nervous, yet did not dare say anything. She could only grit her teeth and call Wang Haifeng, hoping to get some information.
Who would have thought that Wang Haifeng had come to hate her too? Seeing her number, he rejected the call outright.
Coach Wang was rather headstrong. Of course, he was not worried about delaying any proper business—he was merely refusing to answer her calls. If the company had something important, Red Sister or another colleague could still reach him.
But how could Guo Yueling possibly dare to have Red Sister call him?
She wanted to ask another colleague to call Wang Haifeng, but then everyone else at the club would know that she had gone back on her word again in handling Feng Jun's matter.
So she could only quietly ask Little Li at the front desk, "Do you have Feng Jun's phone number?"
Little Li had his number and even called him personally, but unfortunately, no one answered.
That evening, Manager Guo took two errand boys and kept asking around nearby, trying to find out who had seen Feng Jun.
It was not until Wang Haifeng came to work the next morning that she managed to stop him and ask him to call Feng Jun.
Coach Wang had not planned to pay her any attention, but when he heard that the girl who had sent Liu Shuming behind bars had come looking, he could not help laughing. "Since it's a stroke of romantic luck, I'll make an exception."
But he could not get through to Feng Jun either. Then he remembered—the guy seemed to have rented a place at some factory?
So he contacted the generator manufacturer and asked where they had delivered the goods. In the end, he finally tracked down the street factory.
However, Sixth Master, the gatekeeper, said that Feng Jun's friend had suffered a breakup, so Feng Jun had gone to comfort his friend. He had been gone for several days.
"...When will he be back? I don't know. The college student probably doesn't know either—it depends on his friend!"
Guo Yueling was so anxious she nearly coughed up blood. Come on, don't do this to me. That little girl is pressing hard...
What was Feng Jun doing right now? He was reflecting on what he had done recently.
First, he should not have blindly trusted the power of the internet.
Was becoming an online hot topic a good thing? Of course it was. The trouble he had encountered might even reach the highest authorities directly.
But becoming a hot topic was difficult—truly far too difficult.
For ordinary people, the internet had no threshold, but hype did. Not only was there one, it was extremely high.
A certain famous domestic singer and musician had tried dozens of times to make the headlines, yet had never gotten his wish.
The second point was that he felt the way he had sold those jade boxes early on had been a bad idea.
By now, he had visited every somewhat famous jewelry store in Yang City, yet none had offered a higher price.
Expecting jewelry stores to go back on their word and offer more? Feng Jun had only two words for that: yeah, right.
If those two words did not make the point clear enough, he could replace them with another two: why would they?
Such large jewelry stores had already named their prices. Why would they change their minds and raise their offers? Did he think his face was that special?
So if he wanted to sell the jade boxes for a good price now, he could only switch to another city—and it could not be a city in Funiu Prefecture.
But Feng Jun was still somewhat unwilling to leave just like that. The travel expenses alone would be no small sum.
After thinking it over and over, he decided to try another method. I'm such an idiot. Why not check out a Stone Gambling place?
In the webnovels he had read, whenever a stone revealed green, people from jewelry stores would immediately start bidding, and the competition was fierce.
As for whether the protagonist later showed off and slapped faces, that was another matter and not worth discussing here...
Yang City also had places for Stone Gambling.
Feng Jun found one and wandered around there, waiting for a rabbit to run into his trap.
There were quite a few idlers around, most of them looking just as bored out of their minds as he was, though not many carried backpacks like him.
After staying there for a day, Feng Jun could not help cursing again. Those webnovels had misled him badly. Who said people often cut stones open on the spot?
In theory, stone-cutting machines were fairly specialized equipment, and cutting stones was a skill in itself. Most people would not buy one to open stones at home. Cutting them on the spot made it convenient to sell them immediately if they went up in value.
That logic made sense, but Feng Jun had forgotten one thing: there were very few ordinary people among those who gambled on stones.
That day, he saw quite a few people buying stones, but most paid without a word, loaded the stones into their cars, and drove away. They did not waste a single extra sentence.
After watching several times, Feng Jun could no longer hold back. He asked a middle-aged woman who looked easier to talk to, "Ma'am, may I ask why you don't open them here on the spot?"
The woman looked at him warily. Only after seeing that he was a handsome young man did her expression soften somewhat. "We have our own circle to play with. There's no need to open them here."
As they said, if you did not work in a trade, you would never know how deep its waters ran.
Feng Jun smiled awkwardly. "Then after you open something good, how do you sell it?"
The woman became wary again, though in the end, she still answered, "We have our channels, so you don't need to worry about that... Young man, what exactly are you trying to ask?"
Feng Jun continued smiling apologetically. "Nothing much. I just wanted to see someone polish a stone on the spot. I've never seen it before."
The middle-aged woman hesitated, sizing him up from head to toe. In the end, she gave up on inviting him to watch. "Easy enough. Wait around here for a few more days and you'll see it."
After the woman left, a gap-toothed man beside him laughed. "Sister Hu took you for someone looking to make money the crooked way."
This guy was another idler, but it was obvious that he was definitely not hanging around here merely to pass the time.
Feng Jun froze for a moment before realizing what he meant. "She thought I might rob someone?"
It was understandable when he thought about it. Jadeite prices were climbing higher and higher. Pulling off one big job could mean never having to worry about food and clothing again, so quite a few of the idlers on-site were probably up to no good.
Following that line of reasoning, the small number of people who opened stones on-site probably had something to do with this as well. What if they cut open an exceptional piece?
Anyone coming to Stone Gambling had to bring enough people along before daring to open stones on the spot. It could not be helped—people's hearts had turned bad.
But then again, if they brought too many people and the gamble failed, what then? Would that not make them the laughingstock of everyone?
The proper way was for several people with roughly equal means to form a small circle. They could share equipment, exchange experience, and share sales channels. That not only reduced the risks considerably, but also made it much more enjoyable.
Quite a few people had gambled on stones and lost everything overnight, but the vast majority treated it as a hobby—they had a bit of money in their pockets, could afford to lose, and did not play too big. Winning and losing mattered, of course, but so did the process.
Feng Jun had figured it out, but the gap-toothed man gave another lewd grin. "You, rob someone? No need for that. Once you hook up with Sister Hu, you'll get both the woman and the money."
Feng Jun was instantly speechless. After a long while, he gave a thumbs-up. "Brother, you've got quite an appetite. This little brother... admires you!"
The gap-toothed man laughed disdainfully. "She spends millions a year playing with stones. You're the one with no appetite. Can a pretty face be spent like money? Honestly, Sister Hu might not even fancy you..."
Feng Jun had no interest in arguing with him and could only sigh inwardly. Webnovels really can't be trusted completely.
In fact, he did see four stones being cut that day, but none were particularly large, and their buyers did not seem to care much.
Of the four stones, one revealed green. Someone came over and offered twenty thousand to buy it, and no one competed.
Feng Jun felt that he had probably made another assumption. "Looks like bidding is fake too. Sigh."
Unfortunately, Gap-Tooth was right beside him. Hearing that, he sneered. "You expect bidding for this kind of trash?"
At that moment, Feng Jun understood completely. There really was bidding, but when he would get to see it was anyone's guess.
Thinking about how these jewelry stores were all wealthy and powerful, he felt that the damaged jade boxes on him were probably "trash" as well. With that thought, he was suddenly a little disheartened. He took out his phone and booked a train ticket to Bingzhou.
Hopefully, the jade market there would offer a relatively fair price.
Train tickets to Bingzhou were quite sought-after. Even tomorrow's tickets had sold out, and the earliest available was the day after tomorrow, so he booked one.
He had nothing to do the next day. Since idling around was still idling around, he thought he might as well come back for another look and broaden his horizons.
Yet life was simply unreasonable like that. He had actually come at the right time. At around two in the afternoon, someone cut open an Ice Type stone. It was not particularly large, and only one face had been polished open, yet the bids started directly at five hundred thousand.
As firecrackers crackled, the entire market seemed to come alive in an instant. Those idle loafers all got busy. Even the gap-toothed man took out two phones, dialing numbers on one while talking to someone on the other.
The stone was opened bit by bit, and the bids kept rising. In the blink of an eye, they broke two million and headed for three million.
The men who had won the gamble were not afraid of the commotion. They were two middle-aged men, both successful figures, and the attendants they had brought were all sturdy young men.
In their words, the two had discussed a bit of cooperation over lunch, drunk some alcohol, and come over to have some fun and test their luck.
The two had already agreed that they would definitely sell the Ice Type jade, and the money from the sale would count as a joint investment. But they stressed that it had to be fully opened before being sold. Even if the gamble failed, they were not afraid—they were not short of a few bucks.
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