Big Data Cultivation

Sister Hong didn’t usually spend much time on Weibo and would only browse it when she was extremely bored.

But today, she was just that—bored. She was attending a jewelry and jade industry meeting. Meetings and such were the height of boredom.

After seeing the crow, she gave a slight smile, but when she saw Li Xiaobin’s repost, she frowned.

Playing with birds? A young girl really dares to say anything.

There was a business lunch at noon, and several company CEOs had set their sights on Zhang Weihong. A beautiful female CEO was already pleasing to the eye, and combined with the fact that she had a large supply of jade, it was normal for everyone to flock to her.

Zhang Weihong was competent in dealing with this. After all, she was known as a “socialite,” but most of the time, she would only taste a little. Some would make a fuss with the help of alcohol, saying she wasn’t giving face, but that was all.

Sister Hong even left after eating for only half an hour, excusing herself from the table.

This attitude was quite superior, but those who were displeased could only secretly grumble in their hearts.

Zhang Weihong was in a hurry to get back because that Weibo post reminded her—her sister said Feng Jun’s courtyard was interesting and the crow was very intelligent, hoping she would visit more often.

When she first heard this suggestion, she immediately rejected it, even saying, “I was expecting you to bring him to me, but now you’re telling me to go see him? That’s not appropriate. Do you bear the surname Zhang or Feng?”

Now, she felt going to Peach Blossom Valley with her sister on the pretext of the Weibo post was not too presumptuous.

So, as soon as she left the restaurant, she made a call to her sister, asking her to prepare to go there with her.

However, not long after she started driving, Zhang Caixin called her, saying she couldn’t get in touch with Feng Jun, should we still go to Peach Blossom Valley?

Sister Hong didn’t mind, thinking that it was actually better if Feng Jun wasn’t there. “The two of us will stay for a while, and when he comes back, it will be like giving him face,” she thought.

After picking up Caixin, they headed straight for Peach Blossom Valley. Upon arriving at the villa, the gatekeeper, Xu Leigang, informed them: President Feng has left Zhengyang.

Zhang Weihong was bewildered upon hearing this: I wouldn’t be surprised wherever he went, but why on earth would he go to Beijing?

Xu Leigang didn’t tell her the truth. All he emphasized was that Master Feng might stay in Beijing for a while this time.

Sister Hong fell silent, while Zhang Caixin said, “Even if Feng Jun isn’t here, shouldn’t you invite us in for a cup of tea?”

She wanted to enter again to experience that relaxing feeling. If her sister could feel it, that would be even better. She wouldn’t need to persuade her—as she had made a promise to keep Feng Jun’s secrets, she hadn’t even mentioned the anomalies in the room to her sister.

Xu Leigang found himself in a difficult position as Feng Jun had instructed before leaving: “Don’t let anyone else in while I’m gone.”

Of course, he was aware that Sister Hong seemed to have a nebulous relationship with Master Feng.

But what he knew better was that Feng Jun took another woman with him to Beijing this time.

And why did he know that? Wasn’t it obvious? The Yuan Family had helped with the plane tickets.

Xu Leigang had just hesitated for a moment when Sister Hong sensed it. How sensitive was she? So, she promptly said, “Well, if Feng Jun isn’t here, then we’ll leave.”

Zhang Caixin wanted to say something, but seeing her sister’s smile, she knew her sister was quite angry and could only sigh inwardly.

—It’s not that my word doesn’t count, it’s just that my sister is too domineering.

At this moment, Feng Jun, of course, was unaware of what had happened at home. He was on the plane, marveling: “Power is truly a wonderful thing.”

He and Feng Jing had actually secured two first-class seats.

The opportunity to acquire both seats was thanks to the help of Yuan Huakun, the husband of Feng’s second sister.

Yuan Huakun directly called his classmate at the Party School, Mayor Zang, who arranged for his secretary to handle it as soon as possible.

The secretary casually inquired with a few leaders in charge at various departments, stating that Mayor Zang wanted two plane tickets to Beijing today.

Then the airline received a call that two passengers booked in first class were unable to board due to a sudden incident and needed to cancel their tickets.

Originally, there were three individuals who wanted to cancel—Xu Leigang also wished to accompany Master Feng to Beijing.

But Feng Jun had said, “The most important thing is to look after the villa. Don’t go to Beijing.”

These cancellations came right at the start of boarding. Typically, the airline wouldn’t have been able to sell those seats in such a short time.

But now it was during the Spring Festival travel rush when transportation was tight, and there were many alternative arrangements while many people lined up at the airport waiting for tickets.

But obviously, only Feng Jun and Feng Jing would be boarding the plane.

It wasn’t until this moment that Feng Jun learned that Feng Jing’s real name was Mei Jin.

Mei Jin enjoyed traveling and had visited many places, but even she had never experienced such a way of boarding before.

After boarding the plane, she chuckled and said to Feng Jun, “Thank you, I was just feeling unhappy, and unexpectedly, you let me relish the thrill of being a leader.”

Feng Jun smiled, “Since Sister Mei isn’t happy, it’s my indisputable duty as a junior to cheer you up.”

Mei Jin furrowed her brows and let out a wry smile, “You should still call me Mei Feng Jing, okay?”

Feng Jun nodded—he understood this sentiment. When he’d flirted online in the past, he’d encountered this situation. For some women who didn’t stray frequently, their real identity seemed like their last line of defense—don’t enter each other’s lives!

This was truly strange logic. For men, shouldn’t the last line of defense be their underwear?

The two of them didn’t talk much on the flight; Mei Feng Jing was sleepy, which wasn’t surprising since she hadn’t rested well the night before.

After disembarking, they dragged their suitcases outside. Mei Feng Jing had indeed brought two suitcases, one big one that was checked in and quite heavy.

As soon as they stepped out, they saw someone holding a large sign with “Zhengyang Feng Jun” written in bold letters.

Feng Jun hadn’t quite made up his mind whether to go forward and greet them, but seeing that the reception party was Yuan Huapeng and Yuan Youwei, he had no choice but to walk over and wave with a smile.

Yuan Huapeng had brought a seven-seater van—apart from the driver, there was also a tough-looking young man.

After getting into the car, Yuan Huapeng asked, “Master Feng, shall we go to the hospital first or arrange your accommodation?”

Feng Jun felt that the question was insincere. I’ve said we’d talk when I arrived in Beijing, and you just want to drag me to see the patient?

If you really were welcoming an honored guest, shouldn’t you first take me to rest at a hotel? After all, it’s not like the old man has an emergency.

But with the question put forward this way, choosing to check in first would seem a bit heartless, wouldn’t it?

However, he believed that his status wasn’t that of a doctor—he didn’t even have the qualification to practice medicine and had no responsibilities to fulfill or professional ethics to abide by.

So he responded irritably, “You decide.”

That’s the Master Feng I know, Yuan Huapeng muttered to himself. Then he said with a smile, “Let’s arrange the accommodation first, we can fight a better battle on a full stomach. The hotel isn’t far from the hospital anyway.”

Beijing at this time was extraordinarily congested, and it took them a long time to reach the hotel. Feng Jun was about to mention that he had booked his own room, but Yuan Huapeng said that there were so many people coming into Beijing at this time, and if you reserve your own room… it could be difficult.

In fact, you could give that room you booked to me! Feng Jun thought silently. He really didn’t like taking advantage of others.

As someone who prized propriety, if he accepted a favor, he felt obligated to repay it.

But seeing as you’ve only booked a deluxe suite, my friend… I’ll put up with it!

It was then that Mei Feng Jing spoke up, “Add another suite, two connecting rooms… If there’s no connecting room, single rooms will do.”

Yuan Huapeng was slightly stunned. What… was going on?

He knew Feng Jun wasn’t married, but with a man and a woman traveling together, of similar age and well-matched looks, shouldn’t they share a room?

As for the exact nature of their relationship, who would care about such details?

Feng Jun also felt a bit awkward, You’re really… not giving me much face, are you?

Mei Feng Jing originally didn’t want to explain, but the atmosphere was… indeed a bit weird. After hesitating for a moment, she finally said, “My workplace will reimburse me, one room for two people… Feng Jun isn’t from my workplace.”

Her statement didn’t clear their relationship; it only suggested potential issues with reconciling the accounts at work. Even if the two were a couple, claiming expenses this way could appear as taking advantage of public funds. Such an explanation, too, preserved Feng Jun’s dignity.

But the Yuan family was all too familiar with bureaucracy. Yuan Huapeng immediately understood—What organization do you belong to? A deluxe suite that costs more than four thousand a night… You’re in your prime, probably not even thirty, and they reimburse you for it?

Frankly, booking for two means registering both IDs, and such information is networked and can be checked.

People outside the system wouldn’t mind—people like Wang Haifeng are exceptions. But for those within the system, if discovered, it could become a hidden bomb.

Yuan Huapeng hesitated briefly, then smiled, “Alright, we’ll book another one. But rooms are a bit tight, let me try…”

The result of trying was securing another single room on the same floor.

Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered to comment anymore—Is this what you call difficulty finding a room?

After booking the rooms, the young men helped move the suitcases in. Yuan Huapeng spoke up, “You must be tired from the journey, Master Feng. Take a rest first… How about seven o’clock? We’ll hold a welcome dinner for you.”

Feng Jun touched his forehead in resignation. He was someone who responded to soft approaches but not force. He hated such pretense, so he took the initiative to say, “It’s still early. Let’s go to the hospital to see the patient first. It’s good to be informed.”

Yuan Huapeng, of course, couldn’t refuse, and didn’t even bother with a pretense of declining. He simply nodded with a smile, “Then I’ll trouble Master Feng.”

Then… Mei Feng Jing unexpectedly expressed her wish to come along to the hospital as well.

Feng Jun suggested she rest awhile, but she insisted, “I’ve already slept the entire way. If I sleep any more, I’ll be heading towards gaining weight.”

While they were speaking, Yuan Huapeng excused himself to contact the hospital, stepping aside to make a call.

He called Yuan Huakun, telling his older brother that Feng Jun was full of airs, but there was an advantage—he couldn’t be coerced, only cajoled. You need to pamper him.

So big brother, pass the word along and make sure everyone has the right attitude. No displays of superiority.

Remember, we are the ones asking for a favor!

(Updated, calling for monthly tickets.)