Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1006 - Chapter 1006 Chapter 106 Clues

Chapter 1006: Chapter 106: Clues Chapter 1006: Chapter 106: Clues Feng Jun knew that Yu Zhiyuan didn’t believe him, but he was indeed telling the truth, so he could only raise his eyebrows, “How about this, let them bring two kinds of poison, and see if I can deduce them.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhiyuan’s eyes lit up, “That could work, are you sure you can deduce them?”

Feng Jun nodded, “I’m sure I can deduce them, but I’m not sure… if they can afford the price of my deducing service?”

“It’s not interesting to talk like that,” Yu Zhiyuan sighed in frustration, “Does a test also come with a price?”

Feng Jun gave him a look, clearly implying–Isn’t that obvious? “Forget it, I’ll give you a piece of news for free, the anesthesia on the arrowhead is actually synthetic neurotoxin, Gao Qiang is at risk of brain damage… Luckily, I’ve administered some antidote.”

Hearing this, Yu Zhiyuan’s eyes brightened again, “Synthetic neurotoxin… Can you explain in more detail?”

He knew that Feng Jun had already handed the crossbow to the external security, but lab testing and identification were not something that could be achieved instantly; they were still urgently investigating it.

“I can’t explain any more,” Feng Jun shook his head, then clapped his hands, “Anyway, it’s time to see Elder Yu… today he needs to take the Body Tempering medicine. The medicinal effects might be quite strong, causing intense pain.”

“That doesn’t matter, the old man isn’t afraid of pain,” Yu Zhiyuan understood his own elder very well, “But his blood vessels are quite fragile, won’t this medicine… cause them to rupture?”

Feng Jun thought for a moment, then shook his head decisively, “It won’t.”

He carefully recalled the process of his data matching, confident that it wouldn’t cause blood vessel rupture.

Hearing that, Yu Zhiyuan nodded, “Alright then, shall we go together?”

The effectiveness of this dose of Body Tempering Pill was remarkably astonishing. Elder Yu didn’t cry out in pain, but his forehead was visibly throbbing, and it didn’t look comfortable at all, with sweat pouring out from his body.

But half an hour later when the medicine’s effect wore off, he struggled to sit up, “A bath, I need a bath, I can’t take it.”

“Take it slow getting up, be careful of vessel rupture,” the healthcare doctor stepped forward, gently supporting him, then with wide eyes said, “Eh… you can speak now?”

“My mouth… mouth is hanging,” Elder Yu’s speech became slurred again, “Hey… hey good.”

“Alright, alright, a bath,” the healthcare doctor understood what he was trying to say, “But for now, we can only wipe down your body and change your clothes, wait till you’re a bit better, then we can… take a bath.”

The recovery speed of Elder Yu amazed the healthcare doctor, and Yu Zhiyuan was, naturally, even more surprised.

After sitting with his father for a while, he stepped out of the car, grabbing Feng Jun’s hand, “Thank you… really, thank you so much. Please heal the old man soon. I can’t promise you anything else, but within Funiu Province, I’ll smooth out any issues for you.”

He spoke from the heart, and Feng Jun believed he was sincere, so he straightforwardly asked, “We’re nearly into February now, this piece of land outdoors… when can we start working on it?”

“In a couple of days,” Yu Zhiyuan replied without hesitation, “Director Yang suggests setting up a new company, after all, Ji Yuan is a public company and has financial report requirements… Master, what do you think?”

Feng Jun, having studied this field, understood immediately. If it were two or three years ago, he would have had a lot to say, but now… it really didn’t matter anymore. He had lost interest in it.

Thus, he shook his head, “I’m not handling this matter, I only hope that the project can be completed soon. I don’t want people at my manor to keep getting troubled, indeed, the paths we choose are different.”

Yu Zhiyuan could not reply, only smiled, thinking to himself that he’d like to see just how far the path Feng Jun chose will lead.

After the initial lukewarm treatments of the first few days, Elder Yu’s recovery sped up rapidly, and five days after he expressed his desire to bathe, he truly went to bathe–taking a thorough soaking bath at the Peach Blossom Valley sanatorium.

At this time, the old man was much more agile, though still slurred in speech and not very nimble on his feet compared to before his recovery, yet his spirit was even stronger.

Elder Yu spent the night in the sanatorium, staying up until 4 a.m., complaining he couldn’t sleep at all as he felt stifled breathing there, insisting on going back to sleep in the bus.

Others felt this was inappropriate, even the security personnel planned to forcibly stop it, but Elder Yu threw a fit, insisting on coming back, eventually even yelling out loud, “Are you trying to harm me, eager for me to die soon?”

Really, there was no dealing with an old man-child, especially when this old man-child calls the shots; nobody could afford his whims.

It was curious that on the drive back to Luohua, Elder Yu’s condition seemed much more relaxed, and he even started snoring in the bus, though intermittently. One second he was snoring, the next he was asking out loud, “Where are we now?”

The driver, who was the chief of the police department, hearing this, couldn’t help turning his head to glance at Yu Zhiyuan next to him, “Elder Yu’s sleep… is quite light.”

Yu Zhiyuan’s lips twitched, thinking to himself that he needed to ask someone if this was a case of Stockholm syndrome.

At midnight, with no one around, the car sped quickly towards Luohua Manor, arriving in half an hour.

Looking at the closed gate, the head of the police department was about to honk the horn, but Yu Zhiyuan grabbed him, “Don’t honk, I’ll go and call.”

The gatekeeper at Luohua Manor was lazy. Hearing someone knock on the window, someone muttered softly, “Who is that, in the middle of the night?”

“Xiao Bai,” Yu Zhiyuan recognized the voice, “It’s me, old Yu, Yu Zhiyuan.”

Xiao Bai, known as the Dwarf Hill Post, heard it was Yu Zhiyuan, he dared not ignore him. He could only get up and put on his clothes, still muttering, “President Yu, you big boss, staying up late and joking with us?”

“Not at all, the old man remembered halfway through the night that he wanted to come back to sleep,” Yu Zhiyuan replied apologetically with a smile, feeling pitiful that he, the president of a state-owned enterprise, had to bow and scrape to a gatekeeper, “Xiao Bai, please open the gate.”

“That’s not possible,” the gatekeeper harbored some resentment, remembering an incident involving the old man’s security that caused him to stumble. “Letting someone in requires Boss Feng’s approval. How dare I wake him up in the middle of the night?”

“Hey, do I, old Yu, seem like someone who’s thoughtless?” Yu Zhiyuan felt his stance was as humble as it could get, “We’re just entering the manor, not going far, just getting back on the bus.”

It was fortunate he had been proactive a few days ago and gifted high-end cigarettes to the two gatekeepers. Otherwise, if they refused citing they couldn’t make decisions, he really wouldn’t know what to do.

Eventually, the gatekeeper, knowing Yu Family’s influence in Zhengyang, complained but still opened the gate, “President Yu, I need to check the vehicle. We had thieves here a few days ago, so please understand.”

Yu Zhiyuan smiled in response, “Of course, do you think I am that kind of inconsiderate person?”

After Elder Yu entered the manor, he slept even more soundly, sleeping until dawn.

The next morning, Yu Zhiyuan went to see Feng Jun.

He needed to go back to work and came to ask Mountain Master Feng if his father could stay in the smaller courtyard–he had confirmed that compared to the gate entrance, the smaller courtyard had a stronger aura, weren’t all those people there cultivating?

Feng Jun felt his approach was a bit inappropriate, “President Yu, it seems you haven’t paid the medical fees yet?”

“That’s easy to say, I’ll first give you fifty million,” Yu Zhiyuan quickly stated, “Once the old man is fully recovered, I’ll give you another fifty million… You said it wouldn’t exceed one hundred million, I’ll pay according to that, okay?”

Feng Jun gave him another look, “I want cash… Oh, and hurry up with the land issue too.”

“It’s only a half day’s work,” Yu Zhiyuan smiled in reply, “Once these two matters are settled, the old man can move in, right?”

Feng Jun nodded slightly, right, get things done first before making other requests, “One healthcare doctor, two security guards… no more, and restrict their movements.”

“Rest assured,” Yu Zhiyuan nodded, “Leave it to me… I will be away for a few days and my daughter will come to take care of things, I’ll just report this to you, Master Feng.”

“Hmm,” Feng Jun nodded, then asked, “Any news about Zhuang Shuai?”

“None,” Yu Zhiyuan shook his head, sighing despondently, “This guy is unpredictable, hasn’t returned home in five years, traveling all over the country… but he has been sending money home, his son has a congenital heart disease…”

Zhuang Shuai’s whereabouts were mysterious, with no phone registered in his name, though there were records of accommodation all over the country, but without a discernible pattern of activity. It was clear, though, that he had made quite a lot of money, having sent at least two million to his family in the last five years.

Feng Jun shook his head, sighing despondently, “Five days and this is all the info?”

Yu Zhiyuan grimaced, “Master Feng, this guy definitely has issues. The resources I’ve mobilized in five days… You can’t imagine… Oh, and the origin of that crossbow, it’s from Nihong Nation.”

“Nihong?” Feng Jun frowned, “And his frequent travel around the country, no clues about the main places?”

“Mainly the capital, Roc City, Yangcheng, and Pengcheng,” Yu Zhiyuan helplessly spread his hands, “Four first-tier cities, we are currently checking places where he stayed… He looks very ordinary, we can’t be too aggressive in our search, there’s a lot of work involved.”

Feng Jun thought for a moment and then asked, “He must be skilled, where did he learn martial arts?”

“Family martial arts, studied at Mount Song Shaolin Temple,” Yu Zhiyuan was clear on these details, “After that, fought in underground boxing for two years.”

Feng Jun casually asked another question, “Has this man been in contact with the Buddhist Sect, what about the Daoist Sects?”

“Not sure about that,” Yu Zhiyuan shook his head, “However, he’s said to have a preference for antiques.”

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