Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 734 - Chapter 734 734 Accidental Conflict

Chapter 734: 734 Accidental Conflict Chapter 734: 734 Accidental Conflict They say coincidences make the best stories, but often, there’s a certain inevitability about them.

In Siam, there are only so many fun places to go, so if you come on the same flight, as long as the travel itineraries are similar and the paths are close, it’s not surprising to run into each other–Phuket Island isn’t big, and there aren’t many high-end hotels.

Strictly speaking, people who play here are pretty relaxed. Even if they don’t know each other, taking a photo or even a selfie isn’t a big deal; everyone is here to have fun–of course, it’s best to ask for permission before snapping a picture.

The infamous street writer Chen Moumou did just that in Phuket Island, taking a picture of a very pretty Eastern European girl. The girl had a row of Chinese characters on her back, so he approached and took a photo.

Unfortunately, his hand shook, and the characters turned out blurry, but he did capture the girl’s beauty. After posting it on Weibo, countless obsessive fans complained–“Would it kill you to take a clearer picture?” and such.

There were also quite a few people taking pictures of Sister Hong and her friends these past few days, especially Sister Hong, Zhang Caixin, and Feng Jing, all over one meter seventy with excellent body proportions–three pairs of breathtakingly long legs.

But it’s one thing for others to take photos; when this group did it, Sister Hong was the first to object–chased from home country to foreign land, when would this end?

She claimed to be worldly and didn’t mind occasional offenses, even joking around with strangers, but when she saw them taking photos with cameras, she walked up without a word, raised her hand, and delivered a slap, then grabbed the camera and smashed it hard on the ground.

Playing on the beach, the ground is sandy, so cameras won’t shatter, but damaging a lens or such is possible.

At this action, the other party objected. Two young men charged over, one of them pushing her.

The guy who got slapped was stunned at first, then picked up the camera to check carefully, cursing loudly all the while.

Zhang Caixin wouldn’t stand for it. She ran over and kicked the guy who had pushed… regrettably, she was barefoot.

Madame Wang charged in too. Although she wasn’t tall, her movements were surprisingly agile, and she clearly had some training–it made sense; otherwise, how could she have subdued Coach Wang?

It looked like both groups were about to brawl, which is usually a disadvantage for women, especially when they’re dressed lightly. In such a situation, it would be an even bigger disadvantage for the women.

Madame Wang was rather brave and a bit more robust. As a result, she took on two men at once.

Wang Haifeng, seeing this, became furious. Rushed over and leaped up, delivering a fierce kick in midair, sending one man flying into the sea.

After landing, he followed with a knee strike that sent a brawny man rolling on the ground with pain, then two punches that knocked down another two.

Coach Wang was a connoisseur of kicks and punches, and though he didn’t practice traditional martial arts, his moves were methodical.

Previously, his attributes weren’t high, and his potential was limited, so his blows weren’t very powerful, but after advancing to martial master, his attributes greatly improved, and his weaknesses were essentially mitigated. Coupled with learning boxing and kicking techniques from Feng Jun, once he got going, others simply couldn’t withstand him.

He snorted coldly, looking arrogantly at the others, “Dare to touch my wife? You’re looking for death!”

The brawny man he had knocked down was rolling on the ground, howling in pain with fresh blood foaming from his mouth, obviously seriously injured.

“Call the police!” someone shouted, “Adan’s ribs are broken.”

Indeed, Wang Haifeng’s combat strength was different from before; that knee strike was truly formidable.

“Let’s get him to the hospital first,” said a man who came over, the middle-aged God of Wealth. He pointed his finger at Wang Haifeng and spoke through gritted teeth, “Boy, wait for your jail time.”

“Look at you being capable,” Wang Haifeng scoffed contemptuously, “Is the Siam police station run by your family?”

“Forget it,” Yang Yuxin stepped forward, speaking indifferently, “We are all from Huaxia. If there is an issue, let’s settle it back in our country. Let’s not lose face overseas, okay?”

“Am I the one losing face?” The middle-aged God of Wealth’s eyes bulged as he spoke loudly, “You started the fight! My people need treatment… There might not even be a hospital in this place!”

In his mind, this was a tourist hotspot where there might be some clinics, but big hospitals… those would be in Bangkok, right?

“There are plenty of hospitals here,” Sister Hong spoke up indifferently. The nickname ‘social’ Sister Hong was truly apt. In truth, she didn’t know how many hospitals were around–who would bother to ask? But she wasn’t afraid to say so–the worst-case scenario, they’d go to an underground clinic.

So she asked coolly, “They broke your ribs and I can still find a place to treat you. Do you want to try it?”

The middle-aged God of Wealth was baffled, and after a moment’s stupor, he ordered, “Call the police!”

However, the people with him were also confused, “Call the police… what’s the phone number for the Siam police, again?”

“You’re not giving me face, huh?” Yang Yuxin was annoyed, and she coldly asked, “Come on, tell me, what’s your company?”

Truth be told, she was also quite a beautiful woman–otherwise, how could she marry into the prestigious Gu Family?

She was a bit older, a little shorter at around one meter sixty-five, and had a slightly plump figure–of course, that’s compared to Zhang Caixin, Feng Jing, and the like.

In short, when she was dressed, she exuded an aura of authority that deterred anyone at the airport from bothering her and Gu Jiahui–they just looked too intimidating to mess with.

Now, however, she wasn’t wearing much… well, very little, to be more precise. Although her demeanor remained, her entire body was covered in just three tiny spots.

Even an emperor, naked, wouldn’t be able to reflect his royal dignity, right?

Yet, even so, the middle-aged God of Wealth was taken aback for a moment before he replied, “I’m from Splendid Properties.”

“Splendid Properties?” Yang Yuxin was also stunned for a moment before sizing up the man, “Is your last name Wen?”

The corners of the middle-aged God of Wealth’s mouth twitched. Could I possibly be a Wen? If I were, I would have taken all of you away without giving you a chance to resist.

His last name was Guo. People called him God of Wealth, not because he was only in charge of investing in films. Strictly speaking, he was the God of Wealth at Splendid Properties–the financial director responsible for the group’s finances.

Indeed, he was responsible for investing in this project, but relative to the entire Splendid Properties, it was just a drop in the bucket. Moreover, he was only in charge of financial matters; the protocol was not his concern, his job was to disburse funds.

Of course, the one who controls the money is the boss, and his status among these people was, without a doubt, high.

His initial interest in Zhang Caixin was not merely to toy with an exotic beauty.

He planned to make her his for a short while, then hand the little beauty over to Boss Zhao. Boss Zhao was the head of the group, a legitimate offspring of the Wen family, with deep ties to the Wen father and son.

He even thought that if the little beauty could catch the eye of the Crown Prince, he could improve his relationship with him as well.

There were plenty of filthy thoughts in his head, yet there were few beauties that fit his criteria.

Now that she had asked if he was a Wen, his surprise turned to greater annoyance. So, in your eyes, only those with the Wen surname are tough nuts to crack?

As for Yang Yuxin, who was clad only in a bikini, she just couldn’t exhibit the presence she was supposed to have.

Director Guo snorted, “My name is not Wen, but who with the surname Wen are you looking for? I can contact them for you… However, I’m very curious, do you have that much clout?”

Before Yang Yuxin could reply, Gu Jiahui, witnessing someone mocking her mother, instantly became livid, “Come on, tell me your surname… Who gave you the audacity to speak to my mother like that?”

Director Guo grew increasingly irritated. Even this brat dares to speak up?

Gu Jiahui was already in her second year of high school, but her figure was slender. Moreover, her recent ingestion of Paraquat had affected her health. She was still growing, and at a glance, she looked like a pubescent girl with just the beginnings of womanhood.

Director Guo sneered, “Uncle’s surname is Guo. It’s not up to you to comment on whether my face is ‘big’ or not, but it’s certainly bigger than your chest. Such a young girl with so much temper… do you want uncle to help you ‘cool down’?”

“Bastard!” Gu Jiahui was furious. She had always been treated like a princess and had never encountered anyone who dared to speak to her in such a manner.

At once, she moved as if to charge forward but then realized she was wearing far too little. A young girl values every part of her body greatly, and she couldn’t help but yell, “Brother Jun, look how he’s insulting me.”

This was the princess’s style, summoning backup the moment she got angry, not thinking whether it was wise or not to say such things.

Feng Jun was about to take action when Yang Yuxin gestured to stop him and coldly stated, “So you’re a Guo… well, you’d better wait and see. You’ll learn how to obediently swallow back the words you spat out.”

“Heh, I’m so scared,” Director Guo said disdainfully with a laugh, then raised his voice, “I’ve changed my mind, no need to call the police… we’ll see how I deal with you back home!”

He had considered whether he had miscalculated but for the Wen family, there weren’t many who could be considered a serious threat.

Since there were no guards with them, and they didn’t recognize the Wen family members, so what if they had some high-level connections?

Hearing this, Feng Jun could no longer hold back. Yang Yuxin and her daughter were defending Sister Hong and had been slandered in such a manner; after all, he was Sister Hong’s man.

His fingers twitched slightly, then he stepped forward with a cold laugh, “You’re lucky. This is abroad, and considering the image of Huaxia citizens, I’ll let you off the hook.”

There were about fourteen or fifteen of them, mostly men, but just looking at Wang Haifeng’s combat strength was enough to chill their spines.

Director Guo gave him a cold look and, lacking any further desire to act, huffed, “Then let’s continue this back home, and see…”

Mid-sentence, he clutched his stomach, gasping in pain, “Ouch, my stomach hurts, you’re off the hook for now!”

(It’s mid-month, has anyone spotted the monthly ticket? I timidly call out for it…)