Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 634 - President Shen Kneels

Chapter 634: Chapter 634 President Shen Kneels

Chapter 634: Chapter 634 President Shen Kneels

Yang Yuxin certainly didn’t think the other party had truly dialed the wrong number.

There were only a few people who knew her phone number, and those who could call out “Director Yang” were definitely not outsiders.

As for those who knew Director Yang collected ancient coins, they were even rarer—the circle in the capital might spread such information more, but in Jin City, the number of people privy to this was indeed very small.

Don’t underestimate this; the hobbies of high-level officials are not something ordinary people can grasp.

Fu Hong Group’s President could know Yang Yuxin’s hobbies because he was at that level, but would he tell others about Director Yang’s personal preferences? Don’t make jokes; his opportunities would dwindle if everyone knew.

So this information was usually monopolized, completely inaccessible to ordinary folks.

For this reason, Yang Yuxin instinctively felt that the unfamiliar call was abnormal, and she wanted to hang up.

“Don’t hang up, Director Yang, listen to me,” the person on the other end of the phone pleaded, “My name is Shen Guangming, and I run a small shop in Jin City. I’ve always been honest and have long wanted to visit you.”

Yang Yuxin still ended the call and then glanced at Feng Jun, “Shen Guangming himself called.”

“Heh,” Feng Jun chuckled, thinking that guy must really be desperate.

Could Shen Guangming not be desperate? He was nearly scared to death.

Originally, he wanted to see how Feng Jun would deal with Zhu Yuefu. Even when the Emei Martial School shooting happened, he only asked someone to speak on his behalf, harboring thoughts of waiting and watching from the sidelines.

But the five consecutive suicides… He knew four of them, with only a young monk he hadn’t encountered.

There’s no need to mention Zhu Yuefu. Mayor Jiang, that kind of big shot, wouldn’t even consider Shen Guangming worth noting. As for Master Shimingxin, Shen Guangming had met him twice and knew the man genuinely had skills.

However, he was too arrogant and dead set on making money. Shen Guangming didn’t want to get too involved with such people. He was in the business of accumulating wealth through Feng Shui, not dispersing it.

Regardless, he was very respectful to Master Ming Xin and even knew a young monk in his entourage. But he usually kept his distance.

Five such individuals ended up jumping off a building, one after another, at Mayor Jiang’s home. The scene even had traces of rituals performed. Preliminary police assessments suggested that Zhu Yuefu wanted to hire Master Ming Xin to harm Feng Jun.

Once Shen Guangming clarified the situation, he could no longer bother with the rules and directly called Yang Yuxin to beg for mercy.

Director Yang hung up the phone, seemingly rejecting the plea. However, that was within his expectations…

About fifteen minutes later, Xiao Tian received a phone call, then, with a peculiar expression, glanced at Yang Yuxin, “Director Yang, someone saw that at our residence, someone is kneeling at the entrance—it looks like it’s Shen Guangming from Shilihe.”

“Hmm,” Yang Yuxin nodded nonchalantly, then looked at Feng Jun again, “What do you think?”

Feng Jun laughed as if it were nothing, “His rash phone call to you, isn’t it exactly to be able to kneel there?”

Xiao Tian blinked, feeling she didn’t quite understand his words since she was one to inquire when unsure, “If he hadn’t called, could he not kneel?”

“A greeting in advance is somewhat better,” Director Yang replied indifferently, “Even if the call was a bit presumptuous, it’s still a form of greeting… a greeting is better than none.”

Xiao Tian then understood why Shen Guangming didn’t send someone else and made the direct call himself—he was already planning to kneel.

But even for kneeling, one could not simply kneel at will… He was truly scared out of his wits.

The female officer understood the crux and could not help but feel some discontent in her heart; was Director Yang not too adored by heaven and earth? Born into nobility and stunning beauty, courted by countless people, and to have that kind of relationship with him…

Others had to even prepare in advance just to kneel…

Yang Yuxin didn’t know she was thinking this, or else she might have rebuked: a widow in middle age… would you call that adored by heaven and earth?

Xiao Tian felt somewhat disgruntled, but she also knew it was meaningless to take this too seriously, so she just nonchalantly said, “In this freezing weather, the ground is even wet with rainwater…”

Neither Feng Jun nor Yang Yuxin picked up on that remark, and she stuck out her tongue slightly, daring not to continue.

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At noon, they arrived at a sixty-square-meter terrace, which was the resort’s observation platform, complete with a small pavilion in the center.

Lunch was served there. Though it was continuously drizzly and extremely chilly, having hot pot was fine.

The air was too damp; charcoal burned with difficulty, but since there were electrical outlets above the pavilion, they could simply switch to electricity, and all of this was taken care of by the resort’s staff.

Yang Yuxin could handle a lot of spice and even drank some warm yellow wine. After the hot pot meal, she even began to sweat a bit on the forehead.

Looking at the waitstaff, she spoke with an appetite still unsated, “Do you have Tieguanyin tea? Please brew a pot for me.”

The resort’s service was impeccable. The waiter used a walkie-talkie for a call, and in less than ten minutes, a tea master arrived carrying a box.

When the box was opened, it contained not only tea leaves and a complete set of tea utensils but even a jug of mountain spring water.

After they finished their tea, it was nearly three o’clock in the afternoon. The three individuals got up and leisurely strolled back.

Approaching the entrance of the villa, they saw a sturdy, plump man kneeling there. The rain was not too heavy, yet his entire body was already soaked.

The fat man’s lips had turned white from the cold. Upon seeing the three return, he hurriedly spoke out, “Director Yang, good afternoon, Master Feng, good afternoon. I, Shen Guangming, have come to admit my guilt.”

As he greeted them, he didn’t dare to stand up.

Simultaneously, Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin drooped their eyelids as if they hadn’t seen the man, and went straight in through the gate with a swipe of their cards.

Shen Guangming was utterly ignored, but he didn’t get angry. Wiping the rainwater off his face with his hand, he continued to kneel there. Surprisingly, a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face.

In reality, President Shen was very clear that being neither scolded nor acknowledged meant that he had acted correctly.

No matter how severely his pride had fallen, at worst he was just losing face. Even if the other party refused to forgive him, as long as he knelt for a long enough time, it would demonstrate his sincerity to some extent.

Thus, the crux of the matter was—your willingness to let me kneel is all that matters.

Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin entered the villa and headed straight to the small living room on the second floor.

This time, Director Yang took charge, brewing a pot of Tieguanyin tea for Feng Jun, “The resort is fine; the tea leaves could be better.”

While leisurely sipping tea, they looked out through the French windows at the rain-engulfed Jin City, their moods extremely relaxed.

After more than an hour had passed, Yang Yuxin pointed towards Shen Guangming outside the door, “How long do you plan to have him kneel?”

Feng Jun smiled, “I’m indifferent to it—it’s all up to you, Director Yang.”

Director Yang pondered for a moment before speaking, “The weather is so cold. If he continues to kneel like this, do you think he could end up sick?”

“Any ailments would be self-inflicted,” Feng Jun picked up a small cup of tea, tilted his head back, and drank it in one gulp. After smacking his lips, he casually spoke, “Mistakes require punishment, Director Yang. You seem a bit soft-hearted.”

Yang Yuxin laughed, “You said it’s up to me, but actually, I wanted to know your opinion… he provoked you first.”

“That’s not the way to see it,” Feng Jun shook his head, speaking seriously. Although he had been intimate with this woman, some matters needed to be addressed separately, “He frightened you yesterday.”

The incident at the Emei Martial School shouldn’t be counted against him, should it? Yang Yuxin pondered briefly before her eyes suddenly shone with an endless tenderness, “Actually… I want to thank him.”

She leaned over, her breath as fragrant as orchids, whispering in his ear, “The one who nearly frightened me yesterday… was you.”

“Ahem,” Feng Jun nearly choked on his tea. He coughed twice before speaking, “Well, Yuxin… we agreed it was just for one night. We’re both adults, right?”

Yang Yuxin’s gaze flickered as she sighed deeply, then fell silent.

Feng Jun did not dwell on her feelings any further; he was not unfamiliar with such relationships. During his tumultuous years, he had had many similar experiences in bars. In the noisy cities, lonely men and women agreed to part ways at dawn.

They understood it was a one-night affair, and attempting to interfere with each other’s lives would be breaking the rules.

Of course, he had never encountered a woman of Yang Yuxin’s appearance, temperament, and status.

Sitting in silence was somewhat dull, so Feng Jun took the initiative to speak, “So now… should we invite him in?”

“I don’t mind,” Yang Yuxin had also returned to normal, seemingly redefining their relationship, “I just wanted to leave him out there a little longer. The length of time isn’t important.”

The duration… is very important to me! Feng Jun wanted to joke about it, but then he thought better of it. Having just clarified matters, why stir things up again?

In plain terms, I’m a bit perverse! He admonished himself internally, but outwardly he just nodded, “Hmm.”

The next moment, Xiao Tian called Shen Guangming in.

Once inside, he plopped down on the floor. Rain trickled from his clothes to the ground.

His face pallid and lips bluish, he shivered as he spoke, “S-s-sorry, I… I’m a bit stiff.”

Xiao Tian stood up and poured him a cup of hot water, speaking indifferently, “Drink a bit.”

Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin silently watched her, not intervening. Huaxia’s traditional ethics include the saying “Public office is a good place for self-cultivation,” signaling a positive quality, although nowadays not many people are willing to do so.

“Thank you,” Shen Guangming, shivering, expressed his gratitude and clutched the cup without letting go.

After drinking two cups of hot water, the muscles on his face began to return to normal. “Director Yang, Master Feng, I’ve come to denounce certain individuals and events. They are highly likely to be the masterminds behind the shooting incident.”

Director Yang showed no emotion on her face, but Feng Jun let out a light chuckle, “You certainly know how to focus on the important matters.”

“A matter for the jianghu should be settled by the jianghu,” Shen Guangming spoke earnestly, “The current priority, in my view, is that we cannot tolerate those lawless villains. Jin City’s prosperity has not been easily achieved, and we all have a duty to maintain it!”