Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 613 - The Divine Doctor Takes Action

Chapter 613: Chapter 613: The Divine Doctor Takes Action

Chapter 613: Chapter 613: The Divine Doctor Takes Action

The three visitors were being unreasonably troublesome, but Xu Leigang was not someone to mess with either; when it came to verbal disputes, he was never afraid of anyone.

In the midst of their argument, both parties started to understand each other’s thinking.

The three outsiders insisted they were drone enthusiasts and could film anywhere that wasn’t a no-fly zone. Moreover, their unmanned aerial vehicles were flying over a hundred meters above ground, which essentially couldn’t possibly affect anything underneath them—except for making a bit more noise.

But noise is a problem, you could call the police, couldn’t you? We didn’t stop you from doing that.

The unmanned drones had lost contact within Luohua Manor, and they were insistent that the other party hand over the aircraft. It was said that the two UAVs were very expensive, not those cheap ones priced at four or five thousand—a single one was worth over twenty thousand.

From beginning to end, the three people did not reveal their identities, which suggested they had their concerns.

Their final condition was that if Luohua Manor didn’t hand over the aircraft, they wished to enter the manor themselves to look for it.

If the manor didn’t allow them to search, then they were sorry, they would ask the police to intervene and uphold justice.

Certainly, before the upper leadership made a decision, asking for police intervention didn’t seem like a bad option.

Otherwise, once the snow fell thickly, if they wanted to take any further action, they might have to wait until spring next year.

Xu Leigang was not sure who these people were, but in his view, getting the police involved wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—did the police of Baixing Town dare to run wild within the manor?

However, if the other party wanted to call the police, he wouldn’t just let them get their way easily—think you can disgust people, as if I can’t?

So, he backed down a bit, saying if you want to enter the manor to find your unmanned drones, you should at least show your identities. Our manor has many secrets, such as some modified plants, whose value cannot be measured in money.

Among the three of them, one man and one woman showed their ID cards, and another man took out his driver’s license.

Once the documents were in hand, Xu Leigang flipped through them briefly and asked someone from Dwarf Hill Post to help, “Old Bai, take a picture of these three IDs.”

“Wait,” just then, a voice came from behind him; Feng Jun had gotten out of the car.

He and Yang Yuxin had been in the car all along, not because it was snowing outside, but because they both agreed that those three outsiders were clearly minor officials, not worth dealing with directly.

The car was only five or six meters away from the automatic gate. Both of them had heard everything said by both parties. Yang Yuxin’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed as if pondering something, while Feng Jun listened and fiddled with his mobile phone, swiping casually now and then.

Once the other party produced their ID cards and driver’s license, Feng Jun couldn’t sit still any longer, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.

The three outsiders, aware there were people in the car, realized Feng Jun’s identity almost instantly when a man and a woman got out.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and handsome features, handsome enough to be in movies—this was the owner of Luohua Manor.

Feng Jun took the three documents, glanced at them, and a cold smile flickered across his lips; sure enough, all three documents were fake.

Strictly speaking, they couldn’t really be considered fake, as they were made by the issuing authorities, not the crudely made ones “processed” on street corners—they only falsified names and related information. It could be said to be an official fake.

“Wang Chao?” Feng Jun picked up the driver’s license and shook it, a sardonic smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, “I don’t want to ask why someone surnamed Lan has changed his name to Wang. Lan Wei, you should be thirty-two this year, not twenty-seven.”

The man across twitched the corners of his mouth, “My friend, I don’t quite understand what you’re saying. Are you suggesting I am using a fake license?”

His face went a bit pale as he spoke. Twenty-seven was certainly a fake age, but even in his department, his “real age” was just thirty.

As for why he changed his age, there were reasons. After joining the department, he found that being younger had more advantages, especially with the saying that “age is an asset,” so he never bothered to change his age back.

In the system, it’s common to encounter age limits—a rigid cut-off point is not rare. For example, things like the “seven ups and eights downs.”

At such times, being a year younger can mean the difference between heaven and hell, not to mention two years younger.

The secret he kept deep in his heart, not even known to his colleagues, was now being exposed by an outsider; one could imagine the shock in his heart.

Feng Jun paid no attention to him and looked at another man, “I don’t care if your surname is Zhang or Li, let me give you a friendly piece of advice… You better apply for a leave right now. If you don’t get treatment for your cirrhosis, it will be too late to regret it.”

At these words, shock spread across the man’s face, “Cirrhosis… are you talking about me?”

Feng Jun didn’t look at him, nor did he answer his question, but instead turned his head towards the woman, chuckled lightly, “Do you know the reason for your infertility?”

The woman’s face showed no emotion, “I know, it’s a cold uterus… Don’t you think it’s excessive to bring up people’s private matters like this?”

She had been married for some time with no children and had undergone the relevant medical exams. She knew she had a cold uterus, which wasn’t an incurable condition.

But at first, she was busy at work and had to postpone having a child. Being young at the time, she felt that doing those embarrassing things without protection might feel more comfortable.

When she felt ready to have a child and needed to take some traditional Chinese medicine to prepare, she gradually discovered—she had not married a human.

So, the matter was put off; she didn’t want her child to live in a single-parent family.

This was her personal private matter, and now that it had been exposed, she felt no gratitude, just fury.

In the face of her anger, Feng Jun just smiled faintly, “I just want to tell the three of you that all the secrets you pride yourselves on, including those you don’t even know about yourself, are not secrets in my eyes…”

The three fell silent, and after a long time, the woman spoke, “Then what’s the meaning of revealing this?”

Feng Jun laughed, “Nothing much, I just want to tell you… I know your true identities.”

“So what if you know?” the woman grew even more enraged, “If you know, shouldn’t you cooperate?”

Feng Jun smirked and his face fell immediately, “Because I know, I am even more aware… Even though it was a trivial matter, you had to dig for achievements in me, fuck, I just have one question, have you ever considered my feelings?”

Xu Leigang listened with partial understanding, but now that the master himself couldn’t help cursing, it was time for him to ask, “Master… Master, what the hell do they mean?”

“What else could they mean?” Feng Jun scoffed, “Using my stuff to climb the ladder.”

“Mr. Feng, you’re wrong,” the woman actually stood up to Feng Jun, “No matter what our real identities are, our drones really did go missing on your territory, and that is national property, shouldn’t we investigate it?”

“Investigate? Be my guest,” Feng Jun laughed heartily, “Just investigate all you want, but I am convinced that this needless issue is you trying to make things difficult for me… and if that’s the case, you three better watch out.”

Lan Wei was most sensitive to this remark; changing his age involved his personal ambitions, but strictly speaking, in other departments, it wasn’t a big deal. However, his department was different—it was subject to strict scrutiny.

Any hidden issues could be communicated with the department, but deceiving the organization was a challenge to the bottom line.

Therefore, he did not want Feng Jun to expose this, even though his colleagues already knew about it.

It’s not a big deal to have them know; everyone has secrets to hide, and after all, isn’t there still some collegial sympathy?

The key was not to let Feng Jun bring the matter up to the higher-ups.

So he spoke in a deep voice, “We three didn’t want to make things difficult for President Feng, but this issue… it’s under higher-up scrutiny, we can’t just stop.”

“If that’s how you think, then suit yourself,” Feng Jun snorted coldly, “I’m just telling you, whoever blows this out of proportion is the one I won’t be courteous with.”

The one with cirrhosis couldn’t take it anymore, “President Feng, we’re just foot soldiers, someone has to do the tasks handed down from above, right?”

In truth, he appreciated Feng Jun’s warning and had already decided to get a liver function test done—Maoshan had spoken, and this was the Great Cultivator; it’s important to take advice seriously.

Feng Jun scoffed at this reply, “To be honest, what I despise the most are you executors who claim to have no decision-making power… Without you, who would carry out those absurd orders? Would it kill someone if you took a leave?”

In his mind, the mastermind was certainly detestable, but the accomplices were equally hateful, with no distinction in their rank of blame.

Without accomplices… or if the accomplices had a strong sense of justice, the mastermind’s malicious schemes, no matter how plentiful, would be in vain without someone to execute them.

He never believed that the accomplices were innocent; the sayings that excused subordinates from their misdeeds should be considered based on the specific context.

His words left the two men speechless—right, if there was no personal gain, taking leave wouldn’t kill anyone.

But the woman was particularly fixated on Feng Jun that day, perhaps because her secret of “coldness in the palace” had been poked; she couldn’t quite save her face, so she snorted coldly, “I already have ‘coldness in the palace,’ I’d really like to hear, what else can you do to be discourteous to me?”

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“Being discourteous is simple,” Feng Jun spread his hands indifferently, “I’ve said it, knowing your true identities, it’s not hard to trace back to your families by following the vine to the melon.”

The woman’s face changed dramatically, “You bastard!”

With a sharp “smack,” Feng Jun didn’t think twice before he slapped the woman across the face, “Got a smart mouth, huh?”

He disliked laying hands on women, but he never said he wouldn’t hit them.

His eyes blazed with anger as he spoke coldly, “So it’s fine for you to investigate my parents in secret, to exploit my family, but I make one damn threat and I’m the bastard? To hell with this, what kind of crap is this!”

(Postoperative high-risk care, went to the hospital at seven-thirty last night, left at seven-thirty this morning, watched over constantly, in total slept less than two hours, now back to writing… Calling for monthly tickets, it’s a must.)