Considerate Maintenance

Why did he say the discussion had gone well instead of saying they had reached an agreement? Because that person didn't have any suitable listings on hand either.

But having no listings wasn't a problem. The young man on the phone said he hoped to get Mr. Feng's authorization and use Mr. Feng's name to look for properties.

The young man used just one sentence to persuade Feng Jun. "Since you've set that condition, you must have your own needs. If you authorize me, leave the communication with outsiders to me."

Nobody had it easy. Feng Jun felt that this was the proper attitude for getting things done, so he stated his position. "I can authorize you, but it won't be exclusive. Whoever finds a property first gets the deal."

After hanging up, he sighed. Having money really was nice. As long as you could afford the price, plenty of people would bustle about to help you.

For the moment, he no longer needed to think about it, and his mood calmed considerably. The restless agitation inside him also faded quite a bit.

Still, he had nothing better to do, so he took out his phone and opened "People Nearby."

Looking through the line of IDs, he greeted every person whose profile picture showed a beautiful woman.

This was also something he had learned from experience. If you wanted to ask beautiful women out, you couldn't care about saving face. It was like that in bars, and it was the same online. Most of the time, all you got was ignored, or perhaps even looked down on, but if you tried often enough, there would always be times when it worked.

Young people were supposed to be restless.

His luck was not very good today. He sent greetings to more than twenty people. Most gave no response, while three of the four who did respond directly quoted prices, along with the services included.

Feng Jun had a strong aversion to professionals like that, so he ignored them outright.

The last one did not approve his friend request either, merely replying, "Check my Moments."

This beauty had set her Moments to be visible to strangers. Apart from all sorts of pretty pictures, there was also a post: "This baby doesn't have that much free time. Send a ten-yuan red packet before chatting. Cheapskates, stay away."

What a scam. Feng Jun smacked his lips gloomily. He had never tried something like this, but as far as he knew, Wang Haifeng had once loved challenging these kinds of tricks.

A beauty who dared make demands like that had a ninety-five percent chance of being a scammer. She would swindle ten yuan from you, then block you. The money was not much, but there were plenty of horny idiots.

No matter who it was, nobody would report ten yuan to the police.

Of the remaining five percent, some were genuinely beautiful women, while perhaps half were not that beautiful but at least thought highly of themselves.

They truly believed they were worth paying to chat with, or perhaps they felt they needed to see your sincerity first.

For a period of time, Wang Haifeng had loved specifically greeting beauties like that, and the moment they approved him, he would immediately send a red packet.

Had he encountered scammers? Plenty of them. Some even replied with "Haha, idiot" after taking his red packet, then promptly blocked him.

An ordinary person would have been furious in that situation. It would have been one thing if they silently blocked you, but they even mocked you first?

But Wang Haifeng would only laugh. "That's all they've got."

He was not merely talking tough. After blocking them in return, he would go right on searching for the next one, eagerly enjoying himself without getting tired of it.

Some might have thought Coach Wang was stupid, but Coach Wang truly did not care about ten yuan. His logic was: Oh, this one isn't a beauty. I figured it out for just ten yuan. What a bargain!

After Feng Jun heard that, all he could do was secretly sigh. He could understand the mindset of rich people, but... he truly could not reach it.

Coach Wang cast a wide net, so naturally he got results. In fact, the five percent authenticity rate was a figure he had told Feng Jun about—he had sent tens of thousands of yuan in red packets before reaching that conclusion.

Wang Haifeng had high standards. He did not think that anyone who was not a scammer had to be beautiful, but he also admitted that aside from the occasional hideous one, most were above average.

He had even gone out to dinner with several who caught his eye. If they got along well, they would then conveniently arrange... that sort of thing.

One of them had stayed unforgettable to him for a long time. "Really, Little Feng, I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my life. It's a shame... she never came back on the chat app afterward."

When Feng Jun heard that at the time, he was filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment. In the end, he could only offer four words—go screw yourself.

No matter what, if Feng Jun ran into something like this, he would absolutely not greet her again. He would not have done it when he was poor, and now that he had money, he still would not cast a wide net.

When it came to spending money, he did not consider himself stingy, but he hated the feeling of being scammed. He hated it intensely.

How could that bastard Wang Haifeng find pleasure in being scammed?

All he could say was that people really were different. Individual differences objectively existed.

Yet at this moment, as he looked at the various pretty pictures in her Moments and that almost provocative post, Feng Jun could not help feeling an impulse: I wonder if I could find out whether she's a scammer or a beauty by tapping it with my left hand.

Of course, he only thought about it. In truth, he had a clear plan for what he needed to do next. His limited energy points had to be used where they belonged.

However, the more he consoled himself like that, the stronger his urge to find out became.

The most fatal part was that he knew it was wrong to think this way, but... he really did have the ability to try it!

In the end, Feng Jun simply got up and left. He went to the convenience store outside and bought a case of beer and a bag of peanuts. He might as well get drunk and forget it...

At the same time, countless people in the city were restless, including Guo Yueling, the lobby manager of Hongjie Club.

Up to now, she still had not found Feng Jun, while Xia Xiaoyu had clearly become impatient. She had openly said that since Manager Guo was so capable at management, her family had a restaurant in the countryside that was desperate for talent.

How could Guo Yueling be willing to manage a restaurant in the countryside? But she knew clearly that if Xia Xiaoyu went to Red Sister in the name of desperately seeking talent, Red Sister really would find it difficult to refuse without falling out with her.

That would be a disguised way of sending her to the countryside. Who knew when she would ever be able to return?

Of course, she could refuse. But if she did, she would be disrespecting Xia Xiaoyu. If it were elevated to a certain level, that would mean disrespecting the Yu family. Then... would she still be able to get by in Yang City?

At that moment, she was terribly irritated. After pacing around her office a few times, she picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Zhao Qi, has Feng Jun returned to that factory?"

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

But how could Zhao Qi endure that kind of hardship? Besides, he knew his relationship with Feng Jun was poor. What if he failed to monitor him and got beaten up instead?

In any case, surveillance was exhausting. He had gone straight to a card room to play mahjong. Seeing that it was a call from Manager Guo, he asked someone else to play for him, then stepped outside to reply. "Not yet. Don't worry, I'm watching him."

At nine the next morning, Xia Xiaoyu came to the neighborhood factory again. Then she learned from the old gatekeeper that Feng Jun had returned last night and left again early this morning.

She took out her phone and made a call, speaking expressionlessly. "Hongjie is being a bit of a bully. They aren't doing what they promised me."

"Hehe." A man on the other end of the phone laughed heartily. "Still haven't found your lifesaver?"

Xia Xiaoyu fell silent. After a long while, she said, "If your Yu family won't handle it, I'll find a way myself."

The man immediately stopped speaking. After a long time, he gave an awkward laugh. "Xiaoyu, what are you saying? I never said we wouldn't handle it, did I? But wouldn't it be better to let Qingzhu speak up about this?"

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

"Fine, I'll handle it for you," the man replied gloomily. "But Hongjie has some backing too. There's no need to make a huge fuss over such a small matter... Have the wiring inspected first. Their transformer breaks down often."

After putting down the phone, he sighed again. "She comes to me over every little thing. Sigh."

But there was nothing he could do. Xia Xiaoyu was Qingzhu's childhood friend and playmate, after all.

The Yu family was deeply rooted and flourishing in Funiu. As a member of the Yu family, he lived quite comfortably, but all the Yu family members knew it was because the old master and several of his sons held the fort in Dragon City. Otherwise, they would only be local strongmen.

And Yu Qingzhu was the old master's favorite granddaughter, without question.

Even he, her older cousin, had to watch the little girl's mood—even the mood of the little girl's attendant.

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

Red Sister did not arrive at Hongjie Club until nearly noon. The moment she reached the entrance, she froze. "Hm? A notice from the power bureau?"

An A4 sheet was posted on the wall outside the club entrance, stamped with a red seal.

The notice said that due to the recent frequent thunderstorms, the nearby lines had severely deteriorated, and two transformers had already burned out. To ensure that the public's property did not suffer losses, the power bureau would conduct unscheduled power cuts for maintenance starting immediately. This was hereby announced.

Red Sister was known for being well-connected, and she spotted the problem at a glance. Her delicate brows drew together as she hurried through the entrance.

After entering her office, she made a call and spoke calmly. "Help me ask what is going on with the power bureau. Why are they suddenly doing maintenance when everything was fine? Not only is it unscheduled, there's no end date either?"

Not long afterward, the call came back. "I looked into it. Zhao Lahei's secretary put in a word with the power bureau. How did you offend him?"

"I understand." Red Sister ended the call.

She then called Guo Yueling. "Come here for a moment."

The next instant, there was a light knock at the door, and then Manager Guo entered. "Red Sister, you wanted to see me?"

Red Sister looked at her coldly. "Luohua... you still haven't found Feng Jun?"

"He hasn't returned to his residence," Guo Yueling answered timidly, carefully watching her boss. "I have people keeping watch."

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