Chapter 1524: Chapter 1524: Hidden Danger
The second uncle has his own plans, and his vision for the future is not without reason.
But Feng Jun glanced at him, turned around, and left without a word.
He didn’t feel he was being rude. He had made it clear: talk to my dad, yet you insist on talking to me—what, my dad isn’t worthy of speaking with you?
The second uncle got really anxious seeing this, he stood up and quickly took two steps forward, “Xiao Jun, I heard you’re still in the oil business?”
“Huh?” Feng Jun was puzzled, you really aren’t afraid of dying, huh?
He turned his head, asking with a peculiar expression, “Who told you that?”
“Just hearsay, just hearsay,” the second uncle spoke with a smile, “everyone says you have a way to get cheap crude oil, is that right?”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun found it even stranger, “You used to manage a factory, now you’re into building bathrooms, dabbling in communications, and still want to mess with crude oil… I’m curious, what’s your main business?”
“Whatever makes money, I do,” the second uncle continued smiling, “I also do import and export in Yangcheng, if it’s about crude oil…”
“That’s not possible,” Feng Jun waved his hand for a straightforward reply, “do you even know what kind of people play with crude oil? It’s not that I look down on you, but with your little stature, you’re not even worth a breath of theirs, they wouldn’t even bother to crush you with a finger!”
Hearing such words from a junior was indeed embarrassing for the second uncle, but in front of great benefits, these embarrassments were really nothing, “Aren’t you here? If you say a word, who can refuse to give you face?”
What’s wrong with you? Feng Jun slightly furrowed his brows, “According to you, since the source is mine, I have to resolve the issues too, then why should you make money… are you worried I can’t sell it?”
“I…” the second uncle’s mouth stumbled, “I have money.”
Feng Jun laughed and then incredulously asked, “Are you sure you’re telling me… you have money?”
The second uncle felt a little awkward being laughed at, after all, the other was someone who could buy a mountain, he awkwardly replied, “I surely don’t have as much as you, but I can raise quite a bit, three or five billion is not a problem, isn’t more money better?”
Feng Jun rolled his eyes, truly not willing to discuss further with him, “That bit of money… forget it, I’ll tell you straight, I don’t even dare to touch this business, yet you’re so daring, looking for death isn’t done like this.”
Then his face turned serious and he asked the most important question on his mind, “Let me ask again: who told you I was doing crude oil?”
The second uncle, seeing his straightforward rejection, couldn’t hold back his anger anymore, “Fine, if you don’t want to do it, don’t do it, you don’t have to treat me like a criminal, right? After all, I’m still your elder.”
“Yeah,” Gazi’s mom chimed in from the side, “Xiao Jun, he’s still your elder, come and talk with He Niang.”
Feng Jun ignored He Niang and instead shook his head at the second uncle, speaking helplessly, “I’ve never seen someone as stupid as you… do you think the person who told you this was doing it for your good? Maybe they’re trying to harm you!”
He paused for a moment, his eyes glaring fiercely as he continued, “Someone wants to harm you, I don’t care, you’re dumb enough, but if someone wants to harm you to target my parents, then don’t blame me for turning hostile.”
The second uncle, hearing this, cautiously glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, then shook his head, “Xiao Jun, you’re overthinking it.”
“So you won’t say, right,” Feng Jun’s brows furrowed, “believe it or not, with one phone call, someone will invite you for tea before dark?”
“Please, President Feng,” the middle-aged man beside the second uncle spoke up, “let’s discuss this nicely.”
I knew it was you! Feng Jun glanced at him, “There’s nothing to discuss, tell me, who sent you and what is your purpose?”
“It’s surely the petrochemical industry folks,” the middle-aged man replied seriously, “we have no intention to offend President Feng, but your supply is too inconsistent, and it’s settled in Huaxia currency, which puts us in a passive position, the petrochemical industry cannot be dominated by one.”
“This is really absurd,” Feng Jun shook his head in disbelief, “if you have issues, go talk to Yu Lao San, what does it have to do with me!”
“Yu Lao San?” the second uncle suspiciously glanced at the middle-aged man, wondering who this person is?
The middle-aged man at this moment simply ignored him, in fact, as Feng Jun guessed, they approached the second uncle just to drag Feng Wenhui’s couple down, but now that Feng Jun saw through it and issued a warning, things couldn’t go that way.
So he answered seriously, “We’ve contacted President Yu more than ten times, but he refuses to engage with us, so we’re forced to this point, wanting to find you at Luohua, but your place is heavily guarded.”
Feng Jun pulled out his mobile phone, swiped a few times, then looked up and spoke seriously, “Mr. Lin, since this is your first offense, I will give your son a moderate scare… it won’t be this cheap next time.”
Upon hearing this, the man’s face turned white, he raised his hand and pointed at Feng Jun, “You, you… Family should not be involved, President Feng, you’ve gone too far!”
Feng Jun’s expression became quite peculiar, “You can harass my parents, but I can’t involve your family, I think… you have the qualifications to run for President of Mai Nation.”
The man surnamed Lin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner anger, and spoke slowly, “President Feng, that’s not how you should put it, I’m also trying to make money for your parents and the second uncle, there was no intention to harm anyone.”
“Forget it,” Feng Jun sneered, “you’re just using my parents as pawns… Even Yu Lao San doesn’t dare to meddle in the oil business, and you drag my parents into it. You call this not harming anyone?”
At this point, he glanced at his parents, “Yu Lao San is Elder Yu’s third son, Yu Zhiyuan.”
Feng Wenhui was still a bit confused, “Elder Yu, which Elder Yu?”
“Lao Feng, your brain,” Zhang Junyi looked at him helplessly, with a hint of frustration, “How many Elder Yus can there be in our country? It’s obviously the one from Funiu.”
“It’s him?” Feng Wenhui was shocked and then glanced at his second uncle, “You really know how to give me a hard time.”
“No, I didn’t expect it to be like this,” the second uncle was also quite frightened, “I just thought, selling oil is very profitable…”
Zhang Junyi rolled her eyes at him, barely holding back, “Second brother, robbing a bank is also very profitable.”
“Sister-in-law, you…” The second uncle had always felt the sister-in-law was polite, but hearing this he felt a bit ashamed, “I just thought, Xiaojun can cooperate with the government, we could make more money privately, couldn’t we?”
“Second brother, stop talking,” Feng Wenhui finally spoke up, only now realizing what kind of situation he might have encountered. But to his credit, he was fairly honest and didn’t get angry.
He simply stated, “If it’s possible to do, you go ahead with the bathhouse, but say no more about the rest. If you’re very disappointed in your big brother and don’t want to do the bathhouse, that’s up to you.”
Feng Jun didn’t continue the argument but turned and walked out of the courtyard.
The man with the last name Lin hurriedly chased after him, “President Feng, I know I was wrong. Please, be the bigger person and forgive me this once.”
“Impossible,” Feng Jun shook his head, speaking calmly, “Daring to make plans involving my parents, if I let you off, who knows how many people will think I can’t wield a knife anymore.”
The man named Lin forced a bitter smile and said, “But I’m also acting for the government. In the world, one can’t always be in control.”
“Spare me that talk,” Feng Jun coldly sneered, and then his eyes flicked with an idea, “How about this, you tell me who instructed you, and I’ll trouble your boss’s family.”
“Don’t,” he was taken aback, hesitated for a long while before steeling his resolve, “You say it’s just a threat, right? Then let it be my son… Please remember to be lenient.”
He hesitated and then pulled out a card, offering it with both hands, “This is an unmarked card with a hundred thousand on it, please accept it.”
Feng Jun didn’t take the card, merely looking at him with disdain, “Selling out your son just like that? I really overestimated your integrity.”
The man named Lin laughed awkwardly, “Didn’t your father just say? Boys can be toughened up without issue.”
At this, Feng Jun didn’t know what to say.
He silently made up his mind to pass on the information about this man to those already benefiting groups—he wouldn’t specifically target a child, but once some people’s resentment explodes, their methods definitely wouldn’t be gentle.
Afterward, Feng Jun no longer met with those people, even Gazi’s parents didn’t approach him after hearing what he was working on—nowadays, Xiao Jun had grown to heights they couldn’t reach.
The old couple headed down the mountain before dark, and as they left, He Niang came over to say goodbye, asking him to keep an eye on Lu Xiaoning’s personal issues.
Feng Jun could only respond with a wry smile. Before going with him to Zhengyang, Gazi envied those married classmates—he also wanted to get married, but his ultimate dream was to marry a divorced woman.
With his family’s poverty, and his illness, marrying a non-disabled woman would be good enough; divorce wasn’t an issue—having children didn’t matter.
But Gazi was different now, his family urged him repeatedly, and each time he said he was in no hurry. When Feng Jun relayed the family’s wishes, Gazi even asked in return, “Brother Jun, when are you getting married?”
Feng Jun felt that he could never get married in this life, so… he really wasn’t qualified to advise Gazi.
Gazi’s parents went down the mountain, taking the two middle-aged folks with them, leaving only a few workers at the site.
Feng Jun finally had time to check his parents’ cultivation progress, and felt it was pretty good. His dad was at the third level of Transcendence, and his mom was at the peak of the third level, just a step away from entering the Intermediate Level of Transcendence.
Compared to those folks from Luohua, the cultivation speed of his parents was of course slow, but considering they only started cultivating when approaching fifty, it was already quite impressive.
In any case, the resources Feng Jun left were plentiful, and he didn’t expect his parents to reach great cultivation heights, just hoping they’d live longer and enjoy more of the pride brought by their son.
After suggesting some tips on cultivation, he talked about the motive of the man named Lin.
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