Big Data Cultivation Chapter 741

Chapter 741: Chapter 741 The Secret Warehouse Chapter 741: Chapter 741 The Secret Warehouse Feng Jun appreciated Tang Wenji's courage, so he decided not to interfere in the matter.

He believed that whether they be his disciples or business partners, they should all possess the courage and strength to stand on their own.

Currently, his eight disciples had not reached a very high realm and were all focused only on cultivation; he had no specific demands for them right now, providing temporary shelter was enough. However, his future goal was definitely not to be a nanny.

He had even planned that once Zhang Caixin advanced to the Qi Refinement Realm, tasks like going to Siam to buy perfume would be handed over to her.

If needed, he could assign two martial brothers from the martial masters to accompany her.

With a combination of warriors and mages, wouldn't they easily deal with small monsters like the ones that appeared on the streets the previous night?

If he had to do everything himself, why would he need disciples?

Daoist Ma was also worried about his Little Celestial Master, so he quietly made a call to Senior Feng. Hearing the calm tone and receiving no definite response, he could only politely say a few words and then silently hang up.

After Feng Jun hung up the phone, Zhang Caixin asked curiously. Seeing that he was not interested in discussing it, she changed the topic.

They had flown with Zhengyang's airline on their way there, but on their return, the flight was full, so they chose to fly to the Capital City.

If it were up to Zhang Caixin and Sister Hong, they would have liked to fly to Magic City, as the Zhang family had some influence there, and Feng Jun had no desire to go to the Capital City either.

But Yang Yuxin took charge, saying she had already arranged for people and vehicles, and they could directly proceed to Zhengyang upon leaving the airport.

Gu Jiahui also pitifully stated that she had bought quite a few things and wanted to make some pocket money, planning to unload some goods in the Capital City.

As for the unloading location, her mother had already arranged it, saying it wouldn't take long.

Speaking of which, Yang Yuxin's parenting was rather strict; even after her husband's death, she didn't indulge her daughter unconditionally just because they depended on each other–while a daughter should be raised in comfort, boundaries were necessary.

Just by looking at how Gu Jiahui had met Feng Jun, one could guess that if her mother indulged her in everything, would she have resorted to drinking pesticide?

Yang Yuxin was very willing to spend money on her daughter, but… there was still a limit.

However, this time, Gu Jiahui was making money through her own efforts, especially since the Storage Talisman, usable only by those in the Transcend Mortality Realm, couldn't be used by Director Yang herself.

This was her daughter's first time doing business in earnest, so naturally, Yang Yuxin supported her completely, not to mention lending the capital, she also sought out sales channels for her–the money her daughter earned, she wouldn't deduct a cent, allowing her to use it all.

Was the money a bit much? Indeed, it was a bit much. With thirty million as capital, if they didn't earn at least ten million or so, Director Yang wouldn't mind teaching some people a lesson in humanity!

But Yang Yuxin wanted her daughter to spend money because it was earned by her own efforts–how could one have the motivation to make money if they couldn't experience the joy of spending it?

Just this alone wasn't enough to make Feng Jun decide to go to the Capital City, but then the little junior sister found Teacher Mei, who expressed that her sales channel could be provided to her senior sister–“guaranteeing at least thirty percent profit”.

Feng Jing immediately made the decision. Oh, Hai Feng's wife was only offering me fifteen percent, you can guarantee thirty percent, that couldn't be better.

It's said that children from high-status families, although many are capricious and troublesome, there are definitely many who are sensible. Gu Jiahui was a prime example, even at a young age she knew how to calculate these things–of course, it was well-known that she had been a troublesome child in the past.

Interestingly enough, Madame Wang didn't get angry because of this. After talking to Xiao Hui, she decisively decided to also entrust seventy percent of her goods to be sold by the other party and was willing to pay a channeling fee.

She had never done such a business before, and her earlier eagerness to take charge was simply because she relied on her own background and the strength of the Wang Family, confident she could sell the goods.

The reason she previously bought Feng Jing's goods at that price wasn't to take advantage of Teacher Mei but because she really wasn't sure how long it would take to sell the goods–occupying capital for too long required paying a considerable amount of interest.

Therefore, she entrusted seventy percent of her goods to Gu Jiahui to sell, and with the remaining thirty percent, she decided to test the waters herself–after all, she didn't have much work to do daily, so handling some affairs was better than doing nothing.

After such maneuvering by Gu Jiahui, Feng Jun could only accept it: then, they would fly to the Capital City.

They arrived in the Capital City at about three o'clock in the afternoon. Two Mercedes-Benz cars and one Audi Q7 leading the way came to pick them up.

The three cars took them directly to a large construction site littered with broken bricks and tiles, and then the three drivers left with one of the Mercedes-Benz.

This site used to be an air force warehouse and was exchanged with local land due to the needs of urban construction.

The exchange had been agreed upon, and the barracks had been razed, but some problems arose in discussions with the local authorities, and the project was currently on hold, leaving the site unguarded.

However, there were still some secrets here. The two cars drove along a gravel road for a while when a checkpoint with two people standing beside it appeared up ahead. Seeing the approaching cars, they immediately lifted the barrier.

Close to the mountain behind them stood several houses yet to be demolished. Built against the mountain, their iron gates were tightly locked.

Yang Yuxin took out something resembling a car remote control, pressed it lightly, and one of the iron gates slowly opened, revealing a hidden paradise.

Behind the iron gate was an extremely spacious hall, clearly built inside the mountain. On the other side of the hall were five rooms, each at least two thousand square meters in size, all empty.

As the iron door shut, not a sliver of sunlight could penetrate, but inside, the light was as brilliant as if it were daytime, and there was no feeling of stuffiness at all.

“This is a temporary logistics warehouse,” Yang Yuxin said nonchalantly, “it's a pity that it will soon be discarded. Five warehouses are enough for everyone to store their goods–just remember the number of the storeroom.

Since she put it this way, the others naturally did not need to give it much thought. Madame Wang and Feng Jing each chose a room and unloaded their smuggled goods.

The items they brought back, though numerous, seemed trivial in comparison to the vastness of the warehouse.

Retrieving the goods really didn't take long, and neither Feng Jing nor Madame Wang bothered to check their inventory after doing so.

The value of these goods was not low, but no one believed that Yang Yuxin would tamper with such trivialities–given her wealth, why would she covet these petty dealings?

For Director Yang, this was simply her daughter's first experience in doing business.

Actually, for the others, it was more about participating in the excitement where they could. None of those present specialized in maritime smuggling. Those who did wouldn't bother with cosmetics–there were far more lucrative things to trade.

Even if, for the sake of argument, Director Yang was tempted by the allure of easy money, she would have to consider the consequences of her actions.

So there was really no need to count the goods. Should there be a small discrepancy, it would be accepted–nothing was more important than following Feng Jun in cultivation.

What's the use of amassing wealth or wielding great power? Even the one and only Emperor Qin Shi Huang died. Cultivation is the true path!

Everyone entered the warehouse quickly, and they left just as swiftly. The two vehicles then drove off one after another. The two guards at the checkpoint simply waved them through without uttering a word, just paying their respects twice.

Wang Haifeng drove his wife in an Audi Q7, with which he was quite familiar.

The rest sat in a seven-seater Mercedes business van, driven by Feng Jun.

In the van, Yang Yuxin explained, “The guards at the sentry post change daily; no one will know how the goods got in.”

No one spoke, except Feng Jing, who said, “Director Yang, we do not doubt your control over the situation…”
Gu Jiahui was right; it only took a few minutes to unload the goods. What she didn't mention was that getting to the warehouse took over an hour, and the round trip was more than three hours. By now, it was almost seven o'clock, and they still hadn't entered the Capital City's downtown area.

At that moment, finding a place to eat became necessary. Feng Jun didn't want to enter Beijing, but the others persuaded him. Saying that if they hurried to Zhengyang, they would arrive around midnight. It would be better to spend the night in the capital and continue their journey the next day.

Feng Jun was essentially easy to talk to–as long as the other person was willing to speak nicely.

So they continued driving towards the city center. Zhang Caixin, spirited and excited, declared her craving for roast duck.

Quanjude's roast duck was indeed famous, but neither Yang Yuxin, a native of Beijing, nor Sister Hong and others, showed much interest in duck. Feng Jing went so far as to clearly state–its fat content was too high.

Xiao Caixin expressed unambiguously, “I never put on weight, no matter what I eat.”

Well, with that statement, the other women immediately agreed: Let's go then, who's afraid?

However, the very next moment, Feng Jun's mobile phone rang again.

He glanced at it and saw that it was a call from Daoist Ma, so he gestured for Zhang Caixin to take the call, “See what it's about.”

Zhang Caixin answered the phone, humming and hawing for a while, then she looked up at Feng Jun with a somewhat dejected expression.

Then she spoke in a low voice, “Someone from Kunlun at the Qi Refinement Realm has made a move…”
She had always been a proud girl: young, beautiful, from a good family, with high talent for cultivation…

Yet at that moment, she realized that even though she was the fastest cultivator among the disciples of Luohua Manor, far surpassing her peers and having reached the High-Rank of transcending mortality at a young age, she was nothing compared to those at the Qi Refinement Realm.

The upheaval at Maoshan today could be described as having unexpected twists and turns.

Initially, it was that surname Ju punk who challenged everyone at Maoshan; it's said that Daoist Li from the Inner Sect of Kunlun disdained to make a move personally.

However, no one at Maoshan was able to fight back. After two disciples were beaten down, Tang Wenji had no choice but to step forward.

Realizing that Ju was merely a Low-Rank martial master, she was not very concerned. She just wanted to inquire why Kunlun was so antagonistic towards Maoshan.

Daoist Leader Ju, not being much of a significant figure, spoke the truth: “There are still two people in Xijiang suffering at your hands, and this issue has been a slap in the face for Kunlun.”

It turns out that after Daoist Li took action, he could only maintain their lives, unable to fully neutralize Feng Jun's Inner Qi.

If it were not for that, Kunlun would have come to Maoshan earlier. But instead, they were held off for about ten days.

After all, Uncle Kou had left his seclusion not to cure ailments, but to understand the intentions of Maoshan and Luohua Manor.

Chapter end

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