Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 1297: Refusing Monopoly (First Update Celebrating Meng ld)

Chapter 1297: Chapter 1297: Refusing Monopoly (First Update Celebrating Meng ld)

Feng Jun was getting more and more upset, "Thousands or even tens of thousands of patients, who can come up with a million, who do you treat, who don’t you treat... Where’s your hospital, where are the wards, are you counting on that little shabby building?"

Hua Hua was startled by his aggressive tone, "I... I don’t need a hospital, I don’t even have a medical license yet."

Then it realized, "We’re talking about rehabilitation care, not a hospital, maybe many people don’t believe it."

Feng Jun shook his head in disbelief, "Every cured patient is a living advertisement, don’t kid yourself, okay?"

After a pause, he added, "I also want to help them cure cancer, so, if conditions permit in the future, ten thousand per person for treatment is possible, as long as you can handle it... But for now, it can only be ten million per person."

Hua Hua pondered for a long time and suddenly said, "How about... still two million instead?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes in a mix of laughter and frustration, "So you know fear too, huh?"

"I want to cultivate too," Hua Hua replied naturally, "I’m not as busy as you, I want to do things that make me happy when I have a bit of time, and I enjoy seeing patients recover joyfully, but if it affects me... am I being a bit selfish?"

"What’s selfish about that?" Feng Jun chuckled, "As a cultivator, you’re already very selfless by not turning a blind eye to the mortal world’s affairs."

As if to confirm his point, he received a call from Yu Zhiyuan that evening.

Elder Yu first congratulated him on his advancement—though Yu Zhiyuan really didn’t understand what Intermediate Level meant, Elder Yu and the others were well aware of the major events happening at Luohua Manor.

Then he proposed whether a batch of crude oil could be swiftly supplied, "... The more, the better, tens of millions of tons can be digested."

"Can’t be supplied," Feng Jun replied straightforwardly, "We agreed on deferring supply for half a year."

Actually, on another plane, he was staying at White Pebble Beach, where all ten oil tanks were full, and the workers had stopped working.

However, he had just consumed the Heavenly Fragrance Fruit and successfully advanced; going to White Pebble Beach at this time, if the Yin Spirits noticed the scent of the Heavenly Fragrance Fruit or his rapid advancement, it would only cause more trouble.

He planned to stay on the Earth Plane for about a month—or even until after the New Year, to ensure the scent of the Heavenly Fragrance Fruit dissipated.

Yu Zhiyuan expressed some helplessness, "I know that’s what we agreed on, but the international situation is a bit tense now... I believe you’ve heard that we must demonstrate the ability to rapidly acquire large quantities of oil, I ask for your understanding."

"Why do I always have to be understanding?" Feng Jun asked unhappily, "When I’m withheld payment, I’m asked to understand; when my price is lowered, I’m asked to understand; and now that you’re reneging, I’m yet again asked to understand... Sorry, can’t understand!"

After saying this, he hung up the phone, still feeling a bit resentful: I’m just trying to do some good, how did it turn out like this?

Yu Zhiyuan, holding the disconnected mobile phone, also felt a mix of laughter and helplessness, he originally thought he could deliver, but who could have thought he’d run into such a situation?

This matter needed a clear explanation and had to be executed, so he had to muster the courage to call again, only to find Feng Jun’s mobile phone was out of service.

Then he drove to Luohua, completely ignoring the slippery roads due to snow.

However, very unfortunately, the gate guards refused him entry, it didn’t matter if his name was Yu, nor did it matter how many times he had entered Luohua before.

Not far away, a group providing security for special patients witnessed this scene, amazed as well—Elder Yu’s third son was denied entrance in Zhengyang’s home turf?

Everyone finally realized how arrogant Luohua Manor was.

Perhaps it was a case of shared plight, coupled with the fact that the Yu Family was a local power after all, someone came over, "President Yu, are you here for President Feng?"

Yu Zhiyuan knew that there was such a group outside the mountain gate, although avoiding suspicion, he did not intend to deliberately get to know them, but since they greeted him, he nodded with a smile, "Is the treatment going smoothly?"

"It’s going pretty well this time," someone replied with a smile, "They say the effect is better than the previous two times, they can all be discharged tomorrow."

Yu Zhiyuan’s eyes turned, "Will Feng Jun come when they’re discharged tomorrow?"

"I heard he will," someone provided a definite answer, "He might not always come, but this time, Luohua Manor is said to have an important announcement."

Yu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I’ll come again tomorrow, I won’t believe I can’t see him... When is he coming?"

"How would we know," though they complained, "Treating one person costs a billion and the attitude is lax... I’m left wondering, when did making money become so easy?"

Yu Zhiyuan didn’t get a specific time, but that’s also fine, in Luohua Manor, there are at least two of his own people after all.

At ten o’clock the next morning, Feng Jun arrived at the Rehabilitation Center to arrange for those people to be discharged.

These twenty-one people were being discharged, creating quite a bit of chaos at the entrance. Even though Li Shishi had already announced various precautions for after discharge, some patients’ families kept asking questions about everything.

This led to the situation where Feng Jun only started announcing related matters when Yu Zhiyuan arrived.

The person in charge on the other side this time was a woman in her early thirties, with an ordinary appearance and a stout figure. At first glance, she looked like a middle-aged woman who had gained weight, but upon closer inspection, one could feel the immense energy contained within her body.

The woman was a martial artist, yet she was not just someone with simple thoughts and developed limbs. After listening to Feng Jun, she asked in surprise, "Why... would such a change happen?"

Feng Jun looked at her strangely, "An increase in the quota and a reduction in fees, isn’t such a change good?"

"Of course it’s a good thing," the woman nodded, but she still had many questions, "I just want to ask... why the adjustment?"

Feng Jun lightly coughed, "Because I want to adjust it, unless you’re unwilling to accept it?"

"I certainly am willing to accept it," the woman answered apprehensively, "but with such sudden changes, I can’t make the decision and need to report to my superiors."

"I’m informing you, no need to get your approval," Feng Jun’s attitude wasn’t particularly good, but the person opposite used to treat him like this as well. He disdainfully stated, "If you can’t make decisions, find someone who can to talk to me."

Not long after, the woman came over with a phone, from which came a familiar voice, "President Feng, we’re truly grateful you can increase the quota and reduce costs, otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to visit your place anymore... Are these two changes permanent?"

So it was indeed a leader; knows how to focus on the key points! Feng Jun answered solemnly, "It’s very likely permanent, but I can’t guarantee it entirely—accidents can never be completely ruled out."

"Thanks again," the voice on the other side laughed heartily, "Reducing the fee to twenty million truly solves our big problem... Can only increase by ten slots?"

"Yes," Feng Jun answered decisively, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he even clearly stated, "That small building can only accommodate sixty people, so thirty slots are for you, and thirty slots remain for society."

The other side hesitated for a moment and asked, "For society... is the fee the same?"

They have systematic support to pay medical fees, even in regular hospitals, costing more than the general public.

"Yes," Feng Jun answered crisply, "This time, those two also paid me a hundred million, I’m always fair... hmm, excluding foreigners."

The other side was quite surprised to hear this, "You’re still willing to treat foreigners?"

He knew Feng Jun quite well, so he asked this question.

"I’d prioritize nationals," Feng Jun stated truthfully, "If there is extra treatment capability, and foreigners can offer a tempting price, it’s not impossible to consider."

"Extra treatment capability..." The person pondered for a moment before speaking, "Then why not give all sixty slots to us, so you need not worry about this matter?"

"Can you show some decency?" Feng Jun retorted directly, "No way... You want to monopolize all the good resources?"

The person was taken aback, then they chuckled helplessly, "You misunderstood, I was just thinking... help you earn more money?"

"Stop the nonsense," Feng Jun replied unceremoniously, "If I was after money, I wouldn’t have reduced the prices. Giving you thirty slots already raises it by ten... The remaining thirty slots are for society, you can’t hog all the good stuff."

There was a pause on the other side before speaking again, "But those thirty slots for society are very likely not to be filled, which is a waste of resources... President Feng, don’t you think?"

"I don’t," Feng Jun replied bluntly, "Even if it’s a waste, I can find ways to make up for it elsewhere, I just won’t let you monopolize!"

The other side sighed with a bitter laugh, "President Feng, there’s a big misunderstanding between us."

Feng Jun chuckled softly, "I recommend reading a book by Jane Austen, ’Pride and Prejudice.’ First came the pride on your part, so I developed prejudice, isn’t that quite normal?"

The person on the other side was quick-witted in language, "Is President Feng admitting... to having prejudice?"

"Hehe," Feng Jun laughed indifferently, "Whether or not I have prejudice, I just want to ask, are you planning to accept or reject my changes?"

Did a question like this even need an answer? "Of course, it’s accepted."

"Then it’s settled," Feng Jun hung up the phone directly—further conversation was unnecessary, as the result had been reached, was he waiting for the opposite side to play new tricks?

While he was on the call, Yu Zhiyuan stood nearby and listened to almost the entire conversation. Seeing Feng Jun hang up, he finally asked, "Have you made a breakthrough in your cancer treatment capability?"

"A small breakthrough," Feng Jun answered casually. His impression of Elder Yu was quite good, "Simply put, with greater capabilities come greater responsibilities. If conditions allow, I also am willing to treat an additional patient."

(First update, congratulating the master LDLYLD, the title can only have twenty characters, so I have to complete it here, loudly calling for monthly tickets.)