Are you free, beautiful lady?

Feng Jun was placing orders for his next expedition. Last time, he had only ordered ten thousand units' worth, but this time, with money in hand, he was being much more generous.

Motorcycles and tricycles, he wanted them all. When the time came, he would find a secluded spot; if he felt like using a motorcycle, he would use a motorcycle, and if he felt like using a tricycle, he would use a tricycle.

Of course, this was merely a plan. As for when he would be able to enter and exit the space freely without worrying about energy points, who knew how many years that would take.

However, a person must always have dreams; what if they actually come true?

After paying the deposit, the young man from the real estate agency contacted him to show him a property.

The young man was quite diligent; he had actually found a suitable listing in just one day.

The house was located next to the Xinguang Cement Factory. It was a single-story building with a small courtyard. The property rights belonged to the factory, and it was connected to the factory's power grid.

The agent had reached out to Captain Chen, the head of security at the factory. Captain Chen had indicated that the courtyard could be rented out for ten thousand a month, and that he could use as much electricity as he wanted, even offering to charge a bit less, but... "We can't work for nothing, you understand."

The young man from the agency had done his homework thoroughly. He whispered to Feng Jun, "The cement factory is a massive consumer of electricity, using several thousand kilowatt-hours per hour. If you use a few hundred amperes, it won't be noticeable at all."

At two hundred and twenty volts, five hundred amperes would only be about a hundred kilowatt-hours per hour, which was truly nothing compared to several thousand.

However, Feng Jun had a doubt and asked quietly, "As I recall, the Xinguang Cement Factory is a private enterprise, right? Who is this Captain Chen to dare take kickbacks?"

The young man replied dismissively, "It was started by the Cai Brothers. The three brothers are currently at odds, and the staff below are in a state of anxiety. No one cares about this sort of thing."

Feng Jun himself didn't have any moral hang-ups; at the very least, he was quite familiar with clubbing and chatting online.

But he still felt that this place wasn't the best choice. A place with too much drama was prone to trouble.

So, he indicated that he needed to think about it.

The young man became anxious upon hearing this. He had dealt with many clients, and he knew this was just a polite refusal.

He immediately suggested, "If you don't mind the high electricity costs, I have another place. Let's go take a look together."

This place was quite far from Yang City, about thirty kilometers away, situated on two small hills not far from a riverbank.

The young man from the agency drove the company car; the distance didn't matter much. As they drove, he introduced the property.

These two hills had been leased by a private individual for reforestation. The forest wasn't particularly impressive, but the lessee was a businessman who didn't really care about the trees; he just treated this as a backup plan and didn't care about the income.

This person already had a green card for Mairui Country and was in the process of immigrating. Because he hadn't stayed in Mairui Country for the first half of the year, he had to stay there for the second half, otherwise, forget about immigration—even his green card would be revoked.

In short, the whole family was currently in Mairui Country, fulfilling what was known as "immigration jail," a matter of urgent necessity.

It was said that they wouldn't consider returning to the country before August of next year.

With the owner abroad, someone had to watch over the property, right? Otherwise, by the time he returned, the forest here would have long since been cleared.

The owner had entrusted a distant relative to guard the place and even provided a sum of money for it.

Halfway up the hill, facing the riverbank, the lessee had built a large villa covering nearly two thousand square meters—after all, land here wasn't worth much.

In short, a lot of money had been invested here; they had built roads, dug wells, constructed drainage ditches, and even built a row of dormitories for temporary workers to eat and live in.

In particular, since the power supply here couldn't be guaranteed, the lessee had bought a generator and built a dedicated pump house, where the generator, power distribution room, and water well were all located.

One could imagine that the owner had originally intended to manage it with care, but... at least for now, he couldn't spare the attention.

The high electricity cost the young man mentioned referred to the cost of diesel-generated power.

What made Feng Jun happy was that the electrician at the pump house said the generator had an output of eight hundred kilowatts and a rated current of fifteen hundred amperes.

The owner's distant relative also appeared, saying the rent was ten thousand a month. "I'll give you as many rooms as you want to stay in, and I won't even charge you for electricity. When you arrive, the generator's diesel tank will be full; just make sure it's full when you leave."

He had only one requirement: "Don't bring any riff-raff here!"

Feng Jun was absolutely satisfied with this place. It was beautiful and secluded, with no one around. In the massive villa, there were only him and the owner's distant relative; everyone else was in the temporary worker dormitories at the foot of the hill.

The distant relative didn't ask what Feng Jun was going to do, and he didn't need to worry—after all, everyone here was his own people.

As long as he restricted any riff-raff from coming, what could a little guy like him possibly do?

As for the ten thousand in rent, it was a bit expensive. Even though it was a villa, in such a desolate wilderness, if you asked others to come, they might not even be willing to.

But Feng Jun didn't care. He was just looking for a place to charge his batteries. Fifteen hundred amperes? That was excellent! If he charged for a day and a night, he could enter and exit the space twice. There really wasn't a more suitable place than this.

So he made the decision on the spot. "Alright, this is the place. I'll stay here starting today, and tomorrow we can go to the agency together to handle the paperwork, okay?"

The distant relative thought for a moment and asked, "Are you going to use electricity tonight?"

Feng Jun only then realized that he had come empty-handed, carrying only a small bag. Under these circumstances, having the generator burning diesel fuel loudly didn't seem very easy to explain.

So he had to suppress the urge and gave a dry laugh. "No electricity today. I'll just stay and get a feel for the place to see if the energy here suits me."

The distant relative scratched his thinning hair, thinking to himself, Renting a house and talking about energy? Are you sick in the head?

But for him, being able to rent out the house meant extra pocket money, so he nodded with a smile. "That's fine. I'll give you the front courtyard to stay in. Do you want the front or the back?"

The villa was very large, divided into front and back sections, with similar layouts.

Feng Jun chose the back courtyard because he was worried about cameras or something in the front; the possibility of cameras in the back was lower.

He didn't care much about cameras, but if he could avoid them, why wouldn't he?

Finally, he called the electrician over and said, "First, fill up the diesel tank, then help me buy some extra diesel as a reserve. I won't let you work for nothing."

The electrician agreed happily. Who wouldn't be happy to have a chance to earn some extra money?

Feng Jun felt a bit of emotion. When he asked Sixth Master to help him buy diesel, although the old man could also earn a price difference, he didn't seem this happy—after all, he was buying much less.

In short, money spent is money well spent.

Early the next morning, the distant relative came to find Feng Jun and drove him to the agency to handle the paperwork.

Both of them were eager to finalize the matter, so they finished the procedures within five minutes, and Feng Jun swiped his card for twenty thousand in cash on the spot—this was as agreed, one month's rent as a deposit and one month's rent in advance.

The distant relative was quite happy and said, "Since I drove here, let me help you haul your things over."

However, Feng Jun had other ideas in mind and politely declined.

He had a preliminary plan: he could do other things during the day and go to the villa to sleep at night. By charging while he slept, the energy points would be just enough to enter and exit the space once he woke up.

In short, he was very satisfied with this house, and the matter that had been weighing on his mind most was finally resolved quite satisfactorily.

Then, he called Wang Haifeng again, but that guy still didn't pick up.

Hanging up the phone, Feng Jun didn't know what to do for a moment and felt a bit lost.

After thinking for a while, he simply sat on a bench by the side of the road, opened Liaoliao, and entered the chat interface with Ye Qingyi.

"Beauty, are you free at noon?" He typed a line, hesitated, deleted it, and then selected a photo to send over.

It was a photo of the mutton-fat jade pebble he had taken earlier.

Two minutes later, Ye Qingyi sent back a confused emoji.

Luohua Shijie: Beauty expert, could you please help me appraise this? How is this piece of jade?

Ye Qingyi: What beauty? I'm just an ordinary person [shy]. Where is this jade from?

Luohua Shijie: It's mine, of course [picking nose]. I dug it up at the Wenmiao Second-hand Market. How much do you think it's worth?

Ye Qingyi: You're joking. Something like this couldn't possibly appear at Wenmiao.

Luohua Shijie: Alright, I really am joking. You have a sharp eye, beauty; I am truly impressed! [cupping hands]

Ye Qingyi was silent for a while, then sent another line: However, it does look quite like jade.

Luohua Shijie: Really? Is it actually jade? [ecstatic] That's great, I'm going to go sell it right now.

Ye Qingyi: Wait, I want to see it with my own eyes. This piece of jade has a lot of potential.

Luohua Shijie: You're too late, I've already sold it. [smirk]

Ye Qingyi: ...I knew it. It really wasn't your jade, was it? Where did you see this jade? It might be mutton-fat white jade; I want to see it for myself.

Luohua Shijie: What do you mean "where did I see it"? It's mine, alright? But your eye is good; it really is mutton-fat white jade! [thumbs up] [thumbs up] [thumbs up]

Ye Qingyi: Stop joking. Do you know how much a piece of mutton-fat white jade this big is worth?

Luohua Shijie: A few hundred million, at least? [giggle]

Ye Qingyi: A few hundred million is a bit of a stretch. I don't know the jade market that well, but the price difference for mutton-fat jade is also huge.

Luohua Shijie: I sold this piece for six million. Would you say I lost money? [question]

Ye Qingyi: Stop joking around [angry]! How could you possibly have such jade?

Luohua Shijie: But, it really is my jade... [awkward]

Ye Qingyi: [wiping sweat], fine, even if it is your jade, can you let me see it?

Luohua Shijie: Sold it, I really sold it... [awkward] [awkward] [awkward] [awkward] [awkward]

Ye Qingyi: ...

Ye Qingyi: Who did you sell it to, and how much did you sell it for?

Luohua Shijie: I sold it to Liang Haiqing at Henglong Jewelry. I already told you the price, six million. [happy]

Ye Qingyi: You're joking, right? [playful]

Luohua Shijie: Everything I said is true! [crazy]

Ye Qingyi: ...Alright, do you still have photos of this jade on your phone?

Luohua Shijie: I do, I even have a video of it.

Ye Qingyi was silent for another while before sending: When you sold the jade, why didn't you ask me to appraise it? [angry]