Considerate Maintenance

Why was it said to be the best negotiation, rather than a finalized agreement? Because that person didn't have any suitable properties on hand either.

But not having a property didn't matter; the young man on the phone said he hoped to obtain authorization from Feng Jun to search for properties under his name.

The young man convinced Feng Jun with just one sentence: "You have this prerequisite, so you must have your own specific needs. Once I have the authorization, you can leave all the communication with outsiders to me."

It's not easy for anyone, Feng Jun thought; this was the right attitude for getting things done. So he stated, "I can give you authorization, but it won't be exclusive. Whoever finds a property first gets the credit."

After hanging up the phone, he sighed—it really is good to have money. As long as you can afford the price, there are plenty of people willing to busy themselves for you.

With no need to worry about this matter for the time being, his mood became much calmer, and that sense of restlessness subsided significantly.

However, since he had nothing better to do, he picked up his phone and opened the "People Nearby" feature.

Seeing that long list of IDs, he picked out the ones with photos of beautiful women as their avatars and sent greetings to them one by one.

This was also based on his experience; if you want to ask a beautiful woman out, you can't be thin-skinned. It was the same for clubbing as it was for Liaoliao. Although most of the time he was met with indifference or even contempt, if you tried enough times, there would always be a success.

Young people are supposed to be restless, after all.

His luck wasn't very good today. He sent over twenty greetings, and the vast majority had no response. Of the four who did respond, three immediately quoted him a price and listed their services.

Feng Jun had a strong aversion to these professionals, so he ignored them directly.

The last one didn't pass his verification either, but instead replied, "Check my Moments."

This beauty's Moments were set to be visible to strangers. Aside from various pretty photos, there was a message: "This baby doesn't have that much free time. Send a ten-yuan red packet before chatting. Cheapskates, stay away."

A trap. Feng Jun clicked his tongue in frustration. He had never tried this sort of thing, but as far as he knew, Wang Haifeng once loved challenging these kinds of traps.

A beauty who dared to make such a demand had a 95% chance of being a scammer. They would just cheat you out of ten yuan and then block you. Although it wasn't much money, they relied on the fact that there are many people whose brains are clouded by lust.

Regardless of who it was, no one would go to the police over a ten-yuan red packet.

In the remaining 5%, they were truly beautiful, or at least half of them weren't very pretty but felt good about themselves.

They truly believed they were worth someone spending money to chat with, or perhaps they thought, "I need to see your sincerity first."

For a period of time, Wang Haifeng loved to specifically greet these kinds of beauties, and once he passed the verification, he would send the red packet immediately.

Had he encountered scammers? He had encountered plenty. Some even sent him a reply saying "Haha, idiot" after receiving the red packet before quickly blocking him.

If an average person encountered this, they would be fuming. You'd just block them silently, but they had to add insult to injury?

But Wang Haifeng would only laugh and say, "That's all the ambition they have."

He wasn't just talking tough. After blocking them in return, he would continue to look for the next one, full of enthusiasm and never tiring of it.

Some might think Coach Wang was stupid, but Coach Wang truly didn't care about those ten yuan. His logic was: "Oh, this one isn't a beauty. A mere ten yuan tested that out—what a bargain!"

After hearing this, Feng Jun could only sigh to himself. He could understand the mindset of the wealthy, but... he really couldn't reach that level.

Coach Wang cast a wide net, and of course, he had his gains. In fact, the 5% success rate was a figure he had told Feng Jun—he had sent out tens of thousands in red packets to arrive at that statistic.

Wang Haifeng had high standards. He didn't think that just because they weren't scammers, they were necessarily beauties, but he did admit that, aside from the occasional ugly one, most were above average.

He even went on dates with a few he found pleasing, and if they hit it off, they would subsequently... you know.

One of them left him unable to forget her for a long time. "Seriously, Little Feng, I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my life. It's a pity... she never logged onto Liaoliao again."

When Feng Jun heard that at the time, he was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, and in the end, he could only offer him four words: "What a waste."

Regardless, if Feng Jun encountered such a situation, he would absolutely not send a greeting. He didn't do it when he was poor, and now that he was rich, he still wouldn't cast a wide net.

When it came to spending money, he didn't consider himself stingy, but he hated the feeling of being scammed—he hated it very much.

He didn't know how that guy Wang Haifeng could find joy in being scammed.

It could only be said that people are truly different; individual differences are an objective reality.

But at this moment, looking at the various pretty photos in her Moments and that provocative text, Feng Jun couldn't help but feel an impulse: I wonder if I use my left hand to tap it, I could find out if she's a scammer or a beauty.

Of course, he was just thinking about it. In reality, he had a clear plan for what he was going to do next. His limited energy points had to be used where they were needed.

However, the more he comforted himself, the stronger the impulse to find out became.

What was most fatal was that he knew it was wrong to think this way, but... he really had the ability to test it!

In the end, Feng Jun simply got up and walked out the door to buy a six-pack of beer and a bag of peanuts from the convenience store. To hell with it, he'd just get drunk...

At the same time, in this city, countless people were also restless, such as Manager Guo of Hongjie Club.

Up to now, she still hadn't found Feng Jun, and Xia Xiaoyu was clearly losing her patience, having let it be known that since Manager Guo was so good at management, she had a restaurant in the countryside that was in desperate need of talent.

How could Guo Yueling be willing to go to a countryside restaurant to work in management? But she knew clearly that if the other party went to Sister Hong in the name of "desperate need of talent," Sister Hong would find it very difficult to refuse and burn bridges.

This was a roundabout way of sending her to the countryside, and God knows when she would be able to return.

Of course, she could refuse, but once she refused, it would mean not giving face to Xia Xiaoyu. If it escalated to a certain level, it would mean not giving face to the Yu Family, and then... would she still have a place in Yang City?

At this moment, she was truly exceptionally agitated. She paced back and forth in her office a few times, picked up the phone, and dialed. "Zhao Qi, has Feng Jun returned to that factory yet?"

She had instructed Zhao Qi to watch the place where Feng Jun rented after work and to call her immediately once he saw him return.

However, how could Zhao Qi endure such hardship? Besides, he knew that he didn't have a good relationship with Feng Jun; he didn't want to fail at monitoring him and end up getting beaten up instead.

In short, surveillance was exhausting. He went straight to the mahjong parlor to play. Seeing it was a call from Manager Guo, he asked someone else to play for him and walked outside to answer. "Not yet. Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on it."

At nine o'clock the next day, Xia Xiaoyu came to the street factory again, and she learned from the old man at the gate that Feng Jun had returned last night and left again early this morning.

She pulled out her phone to make a call, speaking with an expressionless face, "Hongjie Club is bullying me a bit; they aren't doing what they promised."

"Haha," a man on the other end of the line laughed heartily, "You haven't found your lifesaver yet?"

Xia Xiaoyu remained silent, only speaking after a long while, "If your Yu Family won't handle it, then I'll find my own way."

The man immediately fell silent, finally letting out a dry laugh after a long pause, "Xiaoyu, why would you say that? I didn't say I wouldn't handle it, did I? But for this kind of thing, wouldn't it be better if you asked Yu Qingzhu to speak up?"

"He saved me, not her," Xia Xiaoyu sighed, "Dealing with you Yu Family members involves too many twists and turns."

"Alright, I'll handle it for you," the man replied sullenly, "However, Hongjie has some background, there's no need to make a big fuss over such a small matter... Start by checking the lines; their transformers break down often."

Putting down the phone, he sighed again, "Finding me for every little trivial thing, sigh."

But he had no choice; who told him that Xia Xiaoyu was Yu Qingzhu's childhood friend and playmate?

The Yu Family had deep roots in Funiu, and as a member of the Yu Family, he lived quite comfortably. However, everyone in the Yu Family knew this was because the old man was stationed in Long City with his sons; otherwise, they would just be local power brokers.

And Yu Qingzhu was the old man's favorite granddaughter, bar none.

Even he, as her cousin, had to watch the little girl's expression—and even had to watch the expression of the little girl's sidekick.

Of course, he also knew that for Xia Xiaoyu, this matter was very important...

Sister Hong didn't arrive at Hongjie Club until nearly noon. As she walked to the entrance, she paused, "Hmm? A notice from the power supply station?"

An A4 sheet of paper was pasted on the wall at the entrance of the club, stamped with a red seal.

The notice stated that due to frequent thunderstorms recently, the nearby lines were severely aged, and two transformers had already burned out. To ensure the property of the people was not damaged, starting from today, the power supply station would conduct unscheduled power cuts for maintenance; this notice was hereby issued.

Sister Hong, who claimed to be street-smart, spotted the problem at a glance. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she walked quickly through the main door.

After entering her office, she dialed a phone number and spoke indifferently, "Help me ask what's going on with the power supply station. Why are they suddenly doing maintenance, and not only is it unscheduled, but there's no end date?"

Before long, the call was returned, "I've looked into it. Zhao Laohei's secretary gave the power supply station a heads-up. How did you provoke him?"

"I see," Sister Hong hung up the phone.

So, she turned around and called Guo Yueling, "Come over here."

A moment later, a light knock sounded at the door, and Manager Guo walked in, "Sister Hong, did you call for me?"

Sister Hong looked at her with a cold face, "Luohua... has Feng Jun still not been found?"

"He hasn't returned to his residence," Guo Yueling replied timidly, looking cautiously at her boss, "I have people watching it."

"You go watch it yourself," Sister Hong said expressionlessly, "If you can't find him within three days, go manage the restaurant in the countryside."