Chapter 45

Essentially, Feng Jun was the type who enjoyed a bit of mischief. The reason he had entered into this bet was simply because the conversation had escalated to that point.

Zhang Wei and Li Qiang were much the same; they had no intention of provoking Feng Jun, they just genuinely thought it would be fun.

Of course, both of them felt a bit unconvinced deep down—did he really think they didn't know how to use Liaoliao?

Regardless, the three of them had come to Mingjuehui to have a good time, so they figured they might as well play however they pleased.

Just as the hostess finished opening a beer for Li Qiang, the madam walked back in, this time bringing three young women with her. "Three handsome gentlemen, you should be satisfied this time."

Zhang Wei and Li Qiang nodded in unison. Both were veterans in the dating scene and didn't even need the lights turned up to tell that these three were far better than the previous two groups.

However, Li Qiang still insisted on turning on the lights. He glanced at the three women, then looked at Zhang Wei. "Should we let Little Feng go first? Will it affect him?"

"Whatever," Zhang Wei waved a hand. These three had the figures, the height, and the looks to match, so he made a decision on the spot. "Keep them all here. Once President Feng is done with his business, he can pick first."

The three professionals were sharp and knew how to read the room. Instead of rushing to sit down, they started by pouring drinks for the three men, and one of them even asked, "Handsome, would you like some fruit platters or anything else?"

"Just bring them," Zhang Wei waved his hand and said with a smile, "We're watching him work... oh, and micro-merchants don't count."

Seeing this, the three professionals became curious and started asking what exactly President Feng was doing.

After they heard the reason, they all covered their mouths and giggled, saying that the men really knew how to play.

One of the women walked straight over to Feng Jun and sat down gracefully.

"Wait a moment," Feng Jun said without looking up, scrolling through his phone and carefully scrutinizing the screen. "Uh... don't look, I'm about to use my ultimate move."

The woman could only pout in frustration, stand up, and walk away.

Feng Jun really didn't want to waste energy points, but since the conversation had reached this point, he had his pride to consider. He told himself that even if it was just for the sake of the TNT, he had to enter the space a few more times.

However, before entering the space, he definitely needed to screen his targets roughly.

He was skeptical of IDs with pretty profile pictures; they weren't the optimal choice, as they were too likely to be micro-merchants or insurance salespeople.

He scrolled through several screens without finding anyone he felt a connection with, while Li Qiang began to goad him. "I say, President Feng, are you capable or not? There are people right here, yet you insist on looking through 'People Nearby'."

Just then, Feng Jun saw a profile picture—a single white lotus flower amidst several lotus leaves.

The ID this woman had chosen gave him a very strong feeling: "Hao Fengjing".

Regrettably, however, her Moments were not open to strangers.

After a moment of hesitation, he switched his phone to his right hand, tapped with his left, and whispered to himself, "Here goes nothing~"

The next moment, he found himself in a room. Aside from the main entrance, there was a small door with the words "Hao Fengjing" written on it.

Feng Jun walked up and pushed the door, but it wouldn't budge. He stepped back a few paces and slammed into the door with all his might.

The impact made his shoulder ache, but the door didn't move an inch.

Feng Jun wasn't the type to give up easily. Couldn't break it down in one go? Then he would just have to hit it a few more times!

I'll hit it, I'll hit it, I'll hit it again, I'll keep hitting it...

He slammed into it a dozen times until his shoulder hurt so much he was nearly in tears. Just as he was hesitating whether to continue, he suddenly noticed that the door... was actually starting to loosen.

Any reaction was a good sign. Overjoyed, he slammed into it seven or eight more times until he finally forced the door open.

Inside was a small room with a table in the center, and on the table lay a book.

Feng Jun picked up the book and took a look. Sure enough, this was Hao Fengjing's Moments, recording all her experiences and thoughts.

Even her Moments were a physical book... he felt speechless. Just how much does the author want to publish a physical book?

Regardless, being able to break through the restrictions and see her Moments made Feng Jun quite happy; it was like unlocking new knowledge.

However, what depressed him was that while this "Hao Fengjing" loved taking photos, she... really only loved taking photos of scenery.

Feng Jun flipped through more than half the book before he finally found a photo of the owner: a stunningly beautiful young woman.

Yet, in the photo, the woman had seven or eight purple-red cupping marks on her forehead, clearly indicating she was sick.

Below the photo were her thoughts: "Never realized I could look this ugly [tears], don't even want to leave the house. What's even more depressing is that it seems I have to take care of myself [aggrieved]."

That made sense. A woman who would open her "People Nearby" feature, if she wasn't a micro-merchant, must be feeling somewhat lonely.

Just as Feng Jun was about to put the book down, he noticed a small tablet computer underneath it. "Huh?"

On the tablet were the owner's chat logs with others, as well as... her contact list.

"Uh," Feng Jun felt a bit embarrassed. This was an invasion of her privacy.

But fortunately, she didn't know.

He took a rough look at her chat partners and found they were mostly group chats: classmates, colleagues, fitness groups, and family groups.

Seeing this, he couldn't suppress his curiosity. Even though he knew his actions were highly unethical, he still tapped into a few of the group chats one by one.

Hao Fengjing rarely spoke in the groups. When she did pop up, it was usually to post photos of scenery. Generally, after she posted, comments like "The beauty is traveling again" or "Why didn't you take me with you, beauty?" would appear below.

Seeing this, Feng Jun felt he couldn't keep watching—it was truly too disrespectful.

However, as if possessed, he still opened the tablet's rear camera.

The next moment, a pale, terrifying face appeared on the screen.

Feng Jun was so startled that his hand shook, and he nearly threw the tablet away.

But immediately after, he realized—so you're wearing a face mask? It's really terrifying in the middle of the night like this.

Hao Fengjing was wearing a face mask while watching some web drama; he could vaguely hear the dialogue and music.

He couldn't keep watching. Feng Jun turned off the camera, thinking to himself, this silly woman actually left the front-facing camera on. If she had left the rear camera on, I would have only been able to see her living environment.

However, thinking about it again, beautiful women love taking selfies, so it was perfectly normal for her phone to keep the front-facing camera setting active.

He put down the tablet and the book, turned around, and walked out of the room, glancing back to see the door close automatically.

Feng Jun was the type of person who liked to kill two birds with one stone and was very good at making rational use of resources. Since he had already entered, he couldn't help but walk out of the main door to look around.

Outside the door was a hallway with two rows of identical doors, and above each lintel, a photo flickered.

Feng Jun looked back and, sure enough, the door he had just exited also had a photo, which was exactly that pure white lotus flower.

He pushed open other doors to take a look and found that they were much the same; they also had small doors inside, though some were closed and some were open.

He wandered into a room with an open small door; it also contained books and a tablet, but the books could only be flipped through for ten pages, with the rest fused together. For now, it seemed there was no convenient way to open them.

Feng Jun estimated that by forcibly breaking into Hao Fengjing's small door, he had likely temporarily altered the system's data, so he would probably have to put in some effort to open the content beyond the first ten pages.

However, he didn't have much interest in peeking at other people's privacy. Knowing that he could perform such operations in this regard was enough; he could figure it out later when he actually had a need.

The next moment, he exited the space and found himself back in the private room.

Zhang Wei and Li Qiang were sitting not far away, drinking beer and looking at him with mocking eyes.

This kind of disorienting shift in time and space gave Feng Jun a strange sense of pleasure.

Seeing him lift his head, Li Qiang smiled, a rather strange expression on his face, "Found her?"

"That's a given," Feng Jun nodded, picked up the beer glass in front of him, and downed it in one gulp.

"Haha," Zhang Wei and Li Qiang both laughed. Li Qiang reached out a hand, "Let me see, what kind of beauty is she."

Feng Jun handed over his phone, "Yeah, just this one... Hao Fengjing."

"Hao Fengjing?" Li Qiang took the phone, and Zhang Wei leaned in as well, wanting to see what kind of beauty could make him so confident.

Li Qiang swiped back and forth twice, then looked at Feng Jun in astonishment, "I'm telling you, there's only a photo of a lotus flower. This is the beauty you were talking about?"

"A lotus flower is exactly right," Feng Jun nodded nonchalantly, lifting his chin and speaking proudly, "I won't hide it from you guys, I have a sixth sense, and it's extremely accurate."

"Haha," Zhang Wei laughed until he was doubled over, "Manager Feng, I really didn't see it coming, you're actually this humorous."

Ever since the three professional escorts sat down, the two had upgraded their address for Feng Jun from "Little Feng" to "Manager Feng," a hint for the women to show him enough respect.

"So... you guys who don't understand can't grasp the mystery within," Feng Jun's chin was held high, his eyes full of pity; he was being as smug as one could possibly be.

"You look like you're really asking for a beating," Li Qiang laughed loudly, "Alright, regardless of whether she's a beauty or not, you have to add her first... if you can't add her, everything else you're saying is just nonsense."

"Adding her isn't simple?" Feng Jun reached out a hand, "Give me the phone."

Seeing that he was about to add her, the three women also crowded around. They were all very curious: how could he be so confident that if he sent a greeting, the other party would definitely accept the request?

As beauties themselves, the three women had deep personal experience with this. There were many people who harassed them daily wanting to add them, and generally speaking, they couldn't be bothered to pay attention to any greeting that lacked a certain level of quality.

Under the gaze of everyone, Feng Jun directly typed a line, "Beauty, I made a bet with my friends to add you; if you accept, I'll send a 100-yuan red packet."

"Wow," one of the women exclaimed, "Manager Feng is really generous. No doubt about it, she'll definitely accept."