A Plan for Weapons

Feng Jun had absolutely no good impression of Guo Yueling.

He rolled his eyes at her, too lazy even to speak, then turned back to continue instructing the old man. "Remember to put the deliveries inside. Some of them can't get wet."

Before he had even finished speaking, Guo Yueling charged over like a whirlwind and grabbed his arm. "Feng Jun, everything was my fault. I came to ask you to come back to work."

Feng Jun gave her an indifferent look, his brows faintly knitting as he spoke in a deep voice. "Let go."

"I won't," Guo Yueling said resolutely, clutching his arm tightly to her chest. "I've been waiting for you for four days."

Feng Jun sneered. "Even if you waited four hundred days, that would be your business, not mine."

"I know I was wrong." Guo Yueling squeezed his elbow tightly, looking at him pitifully. "Red Sister was the one who decided to fire you, but I was wrong too. I shouldn't have deliberately provoked you when you left."

But he truly had no interest in this woman.

The moment he heard the words "provoked you," a fresh wave of old grudges surged into his heart.

Using that nonexistent extra month of salary to humiliate me?

Whether Feng Jun wanted to admit it or not, he was rather sensitive about poverty, especially malicious jokes and mockery. He hated them intensely, because poverty had brought him far too many unpleasant memories.

So, with a grim face, he reached out with his left hand, gripped Guo Yueling's upper right arm, and slowly applied force.

He was exceptionally strong even among men, so one could imagine just how powerful his grip was.

"Ah!" Guo Yueling screamed in pain, tears welling in her eyes. "It hurts, it hurts... Feng Jun, let go!"

Feng Jun looked at her expressionlessly, still gradually increasing his strength.

I told you to let go, but you wouldn't listen. Why should I listen to you?

He did not like hitting women. This was merely a small punishment.

But Guo Yueling could not bear the pain any longer and had no choice but to release his arm.

Feng Jun could not be bothered with her at all. He nodded to the old man. "Sixth Master, then it's settled."

Before Sixth Master could speak, Guo Yueling cried out again, "Feng Jun, you actually hit a woman! Are you even a man?"

The moment Feng Jun heard that, his temper flared. He turned his head to glance at her and asked with a cold sneer, "Then Liu Shuming hit a woman too. Why was I the one in the wrong instead?"

Guo Yueling froze for a moment before replying, "I told you, I already know I was wrong. Feng Jun, don't be angry, okay?"

Feng Jun gave her an indifferent look. "Actually, I don't mind hitting women, especially cheap women like you. If you keep pestering me, I really will hit you."

Guo Yueling burst into loud sobs. "Feng Jun, please forgive me this once. My elderly parents and children at home are still waiting for me to earn money to support them. Please be magnanimous..."

"Stop!" Feng Jun cut her off coldly. "If one repays resentment with kindness, how does one repay kindness? You have a family to support, so I should let you off? I'm single, so I deserve to be fired by you?"

Mocking himself as a single dog, he suddenly remembered another grievance and could not help sneering again. "Oh, I nearly forgot. In your eyes, there are more college students now than dogs... I'm not even qualified to be a dog."

Guo Yueling had originally wanted to argue that Red Sister had made the decision to fire him, but when she heard him bring up other grievances, her knees went weak and she dropped directly to the ground. "Feng Jun, I'm kneeling before you. Please spare my li—"

Before she could finish, Feng Jun raised his right foot and kicked her, sending her sprawling onto her back.

He snorted disdainfully and turned to leave. "Sixth Master, if you do this again next time, I'm moving out."

After giving it a little thought, he could guess why Guo Yueling had appeared here so promptly.

However, Sixth Master stuck to his usual petty calculations and flatly denied it. "I didn't tip her off. This woman comes looking for you every day. Today was just a coincidence."

Feng Jun could not be bothered arguing with him. He hailed a taxi and left. As for whether Guo Yueling lived or died, he could not care less. Still, Xia Xiaoyu had clearly played a part in this.

Thinking of Xia Xiaoyu, he could not help thinking of Ye Qingyi, that girl-next-door type.

Last time, Wang Haifeng had really ruined things for him!

But now, he was in no mood to ask a girl out. He had charged painstakingly for three days, only for five trips into that space today to bring him right back to square one. For now, he had better return to the villa and charge up properly.

This time, he disappeared for a full five days. By the time he showed himself again, the energy points on his wrist had reached nearly a hundred.

The amount of energy that one spirit stone could instantly replenish had taken him so long to charge, and the cost of diesel alone had approached one hundred thousand yuan.

Fortunately, his distant relative had been away that week, so he did not need to worry so much while charging. Otherwise, it would have taken another two days.

Then it was time to collect his goods from Heping Street. This time, he called Wang Haifeng in advance. "Haifeng, let's sit down for lunch together. Oh, and that fifty-kilowatt generator was pretty good. Get me another one."

Wang Haifeng sounded somewhat dumbfounded. "You're really going all in on generators, huh?"

Feng Jun smiled and asked, "You don't want to make money?"

"Tch." Wang Haifeng snorted dismissively. "Who cares about that little bit of money from you? Oh, and you'll have to pay for this machine yourself."

Feng Jun could not be bothered bickering with him and merely snorted lightly. "Yeah, I know. Money isn't a problem."

After hanging up, Coach Wang stood there in a daze for a moment, staring at his phone and muttering softly, "This guy... got rich?"

He had a very good relationship with Feng Jun and knew this guy's financial situation well. If Feng Jun gritted his teeth and acted on impulse, he could more or less afford a generator like that. But the key was that he was not the impulsive-spending type.

Feng Jun went to Heping Street first and inspected the supplies he had bought online. More or less everything that should have arrived was there.

He had bought an enormous amount of supplies this time. Including the packaging boxes, they took up nearly half a room.

Feng Jun even felt that he might need to hire a vehicle specifically to make a trip to the villa.

But there was no rush. He should meet Wang Haifeng first.

They ate at the same little hole-in-the-wall restaurant Feng Jun often visited. Though Coach Wang was extremely wealthy, he also liked eating there. The food was genuinely good. The environment was a little shabby, but the atmosphere was very relaxed.

The owner remembered Feng Jun as well and greeted him warmly. "Haven't seen you here in a long time."

Wang Haifeng, however, sharply noticed that Little Feng's clothes had changed. They were only domestic brands, but the whole outfit, along with the handbag, had cost nearly ten thousand yuan. "That Esquire handbag of yours... a knockoff?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes at him irritably. "Knockoff my ass. Even at seventy percent off, it still cost more than five thousand. What kind of knockoff costs that much?"

"So you did get rich." Wang Haifeng smiled. "Can't drink too much at lunch today. I have to celebrate my wife's birthday tonight."

"Damn, no wonder my eyelid was twitching when I woke up this morning." Feng Jun casually picked up the menu from the table. "Turns out it knew I was going to lose money... Boss, let's order!"

After watching him finish ordering, Wang Haifeng said, "She's only turning twenty-nine, not some major birthday. It'll just be a few relatives from our family. Don't be so formal."

"It's fine," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "I've made a little money recently. I can afford to buy a handbag or something. I'll still need her help when I bring goods back from Stone Kingdom in the future."

"There's really no need." Wang Haifeng spoke seriously. "My wife's bags are basically all bought in Hangcheng and Haicheng. You'd be better off saving that money for buying inventory."

Only because the two were close could they speak so candidly.

"Don't say that." Feng Jun smiled. "Actually, I was planning to ask you to help me buy something."

Wang Haifeng looked at him. "What do you want to buy? You could've just called. Why bring it up in person?"

As they spoke, the dishes arrived. After clinking glasses three times, Feng Jun finally lowered his voice. "This... can't be said over the phone. I want to get some explosives. Do you have connections?"

Wang Haifeng shuddered at once and nearly knocked over his wineglass. He cautiously glanced around before asking in a low voice, "What do you need that stuff for?"

At a time like this, Feng Jun did not dare say, "What business is it of yours?" Explosives were far too sensitive.

But he had no way to explain their real purpose, so he could only answer, "Mining."

Wang Haifeng stared at him fixedly. "What mine?"

"There's no point asking that," Feng Jun said, spreading his hands. "Obviously, it's a mine that makes money."

Seeing that he would not explain any further, Wang Haifeng instead believed him for the most part. After hesitating, he said, "I can't guarantee I can get that stuff... Isn't it sold online?"

"Isn't that nonsense?" Feng Jun shot him an annoyed look. "Forget selling it. Even transporting that stuff is a serious crime."

Wang Haifeng naturally knew that. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Would lower-grade stuff work?"

Feng Jun waved a hand. "Forget it. Pretend I never asked. I'll figure it out myself."

Then why would I even need to ask you? I can handle it myself.

Wang Haifeng felt that he had been looked down on, so he gritted his teeth. "Fine, detonators. But I can't get you much."

"Detonators aren't enough." Feng Jun shook his head. "At the very least, I need TNT."

Considering the size of those gorillas and hedgehogs, as well as how thick-skinned and tough they were, detonators would probably only scratch an itch. The sound was unlikely to scare them either—when those two fought, the earth shook and rocks flew everywhere.

Wang Haifeng gave him an irritated look. "TNT? Want machine guns too? Artillery shells?"

"If you have them, I'll buy them at a high price." Feng Jun grinned. "Money isn't a problem."

He dreamed of getting his hands on some modern weapons, though machine guns would probably struggle to penetrate their defenses. An anti-materiel rifle would be more suitable, preferably with some armor-piercing rounds too.