Zhou Xiaotong was left speechless by that. After quite a while, she finally spoke resentfully. "A reason? Fine. I made a special trip to your hometown to curry favor with your parents, and I found someone to specially approve the additional construction permit for your family home... Does that count as a reason?"
"Additional construction?" Feng Jun blinked, speaking in astonishment. "You got that taken care of?"
He knew all too well how difficult this matter had been. The dispute over his family home dated back thirty or forty years, from his grandfather's struggles to his father's. At first, the property rights had been unclear. After they won the lawsuit, enforcement became a problem. In the end, the county wanted unified development, and there were far too many complications involved.
It could be said that Feng Jun had heard about this issue countless times since childhood. It had become a source of anguish for his parents and second uncle.
Strictly speaking, even if this matter were resolved, the Feng Family would not gain much money—at least, in Feng Jun's current eyes, three or four hundred thousand was all it amounted to. Did that even count as money?
But before he had encountered his fortuitous opportunity, it had been no small sum.
When he returned home for the New Year this year, his family had not mentioned it. In truth, Feng Jun had already come to terms with it. The matter did not involve only the Feng Family. It would not be easy for him to handle either. Spending some money was nothing; the key was the favors involved, which money simply could not measure.
So he had already given up on dealing with it. At least until a suitable chance to intervene arose, he would not pay it much attention.