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Chapter 849 - Chapter 849 Chapter 849 Petty Calculations

Chapter 849: Chapter 849: Petty Calculations Chapter 849: Chapter 849: Petty Calculations Feng Wenhui asked a question, and Zhang Zeping felt a bit anxious, “Liu Jiagui keeps harassing my brother-in-law, how can I not be anxious?”

Zhang Junyi snorted coldly, “Zeping, to be truthful… why don’t you come and supervise the construction site?”

The construction site was deep in the mountains and forests, and for Zhang Zeping, he’d rather be jobless than stay in such a godforsaken place.

He hesitated before answering, “I’m currently dating Liu Jiagui’s niece…”

Zhang Junyi raised an eyebrow, “It’s not his elder brother’s daughter who died by jumping into the river, is it?”

In a small county like this, no family’s mishap was a secret, especially when Liu Jiagui was her distant relative.

Zhang Junyi knew about Liu Jiagui’s wife’s niece. She was quite attractive, divorced, and her lifestyle was somewhat… you know.

Of course, Zhang Zeping was also a divorced man, around thirty-six or thirty-seven, still fooling around; he could only match with that sort of person now.

In fact, if Zhang Zeping hadn’t got some decent work to do in the past six months, and his income was fair, he wouldn’t have dared to have thoughts about this woman.

“That’s her,” Zhang Zeping’s sister spoke up, “Zeping is thinking of remarrying.”

“You better be careful, Zeping,” Zhang Junyi said as his sister-in-law had spoken and he didn’t want to argue much, “Liu Jiagui is my relative, and I shouldn’t speak ill of him, but… he’s really not a good person.”

“I know he’s not a good person,” Zhang Zeping replied nonchalantly, “but since he’s a relative, we have to maintain appearances to avoid gossip. Right, brother Wen Hui?”

Feng Wenhui lit a cigarette, smiled, and said, “Zeping makes sense, but… what are you actually trying to say?”

“I mean, he’s in a tough spot now, and I’ve lent him a thousand yuan,” Zhang Zeping also lit a cigarette, “Your family only lent him five hundred, and that really… it’s no wonder my brother-in-law gets cursed by him every now and then.”

He was working for Feng Wenhui, and he really shouldn’t have said that, but in Chaoyang, such things were actually normal. Among fellow villagers, matters were judged on their merit. If Feng Wenhui fired him because of this, that would seriously damage his reputation.

Some said a bad reputation didn’t matter? That’s in the big cities!

If the reputation in Chaoyang didn’t matter, Feng Wenhui and his wife would have moved to Zhengyang directly. Why else would they stay in their hometown?

Feng Wenhui’s face grew dark. He was known for his good temper, but at this moment, he was struggling to contain it, “That five hundred was given to him, not lent!”

“Heh,” Zhang Zeping laughed, “Brother Wen Hui, how much did you spend contracting this mountain land?”

Feng Jun could no longer hold back and spoke sternly, “Zhang Zeping, if you can’t speak properly, I don’t mind teaching you how… A tiny squirt like you, how do you speak to my dad, huh?”

Zhang Zeping gave him a cold look, “I may be young, but I’m older than you, and the hierarchy is clear. But as for you, how should you be speaking to me?”

The guy had this problem: he was relatively “generous” to outsiders–actually, he was too cowardly to argue–but with his own family, he’d put on airs and use seniority to pressure others, which was typical behavior for him.

Even though he knew Feng Jun was not someone to be trifled with, not only wealthy but also well-connected, his habit of boasting was ingrained in his bones–no matter how great you are, I am your elder.

Feng Jun started to laugh, a chilling smile, “Well, let me tell you, I’m the one who contracted the mountain land; it has nothing to do with my dad. If you have something to say, direct it at me.”

“Xiao Jun,” Feng Jun’s aunt spoke up, “after all, you’ve spent tens of billions, what’s a little more? Let a few thousand fall from between your fingers, lend him thirty or fifty thousand, it’s just the cost of one of your meals.”

When his aunt spoke, Feng Jun felt awkward. He had plenty of retorts, but this was his uncle’s wife, and their parents were present, so it wasn’t appropriate for him to go too far.

So, he had to change his approach, “Aunt, do you think a young man like me could earn so much money in just a few years? That’s someone else’s money… but some things aren’t suitable to discuss with you, and you wouldn’t understand.”

The aunt was clearly taken aback before she spoke, “Xiao Jun, I know it’s not easy for you, but Liu Jiagui also has it tough, and he’s still a relative of your mother. If it’s not possible to lend him money, why not find him some work… that way, we can avoid idle gossip behind our backs, right?”

Feng Jun was at a loss for words and turned his head to look at his mother–it was her turn to step in.

Zhang Junyi was indeed composed, smiling slightly, “Sister-in-law, did Wen Cheng know you were coming today?”

“He didn’t know,” the aunt replied frankly, “I mainly came because Zeping is dating someone. I wanted to put in a good word for him. Junyi sister, he’s also your relative; within your means, perhaps you could loosen your grip a little.”

Zhang Junyi looked at her thoughtfully, “You must also know that Liu Jiagui has cheated my family, right?”

Second Aunt sighed, “We’re all family. What he did in the past wasn’t a matter of life and death, what can’t be forgiven? He’s still troubling Wen Cheng now. I can’t take it too seriously… At least, I have to consider your face.”

Zhang Junyi replied very decisively, “You don’t need to consider my face, deal with him as you like. He’s a relative I don’t acknowledge.”

“Is it necessary to be so absolute?” Second Aunt grew unhappy, “We are all relatives… Your family won’t miss that little bit of money.”

“Yes, my family, Xiao Jun, won’t miss that little bit of money,” Zhang Junyi looked at her meaningfully, “but that money was earned by my child, why should I give it to him? If I support Liu Jiagui now, later I should support your family’s Ze Ping… Sister-in-law, is this what you mean?”

“Sister-in-law, it’s pointless for you to say that,” Second Aunt’s complexion changed, “I speak in favor of your relative, yet you treat me like this… Are you trying to alienate me?”

However, Feng Jun suddenly saw the light; Zhang Zeping’s plea for Liu Jiagui was nothing more than a feeler.

This feeler was not particularly well chosen since it was well known that Liu Jiagui had a grudge with the Feng Family. However, he had one advantage over others, which was that he was already terminally ill.

Although it wasn’t an “everyone is already dead” kind of extreme excuse, it was indeed not far from death.

Should the Feng Family make an exception for Liu Jiagui, then the second case wouldn’t be far off–If you can forgive Liu Jiagui for what he did to you, then why not help us out as well?

Such scheming, Feng Jun felt, was beyond Zhang Zeping’s intellect and was most likely suggested by someone else.

No wonder Zhang Zeping came with his sister today while Feng Jun’s uncle, Feng Wencheng, was absent.

Feng Jun believed that Feng Wencheng would definitely not involve himself in such matters. The Feng brothers might fight behind closed doors, but they would never plot against a brother to help an outsider.

Of course, what he admired even more was his own mother, who pointed out the other party’s intentions with a single statement.

Zhang Junyi was indeed a very astute woman. After revealing the crux of the matter, she did not bother to argue with her sister-in-law. Instead, she smiled lightly and looked at her son, “Xiao Jun, you decide what to do. We don’t have much money to begin with… all this was earned by you.”

Feng Jun blinked and didn’t look at his Second Aunt–he needed to save her some face. Instead, he turned to Zhang Zeping, “You mean to defend my uncle, is that it?”

“Of course,” Zhang Zeping really was a simpleton. He nodded without hesitation, worried that Feng Jun might not understand, he even emphasized, “Liu Jiagui always causes trouble, but… he’s actually Junyi sister-in-law’s relative, nothing to do with my brother-in-law, right?”

Feng Jun watched him with a half-smile, “You think he’s hard to deal with… a dying man, right?”

“Yes,” Zhang Zeping nodded with a crisp, afraid that Feng Jun might not grasp his point, he explained further, “He doesn’t care about anything. You could beat him up today, and he’ll pester you again tomorrow. You can’t kill him… plus you’ll have to compensate with medical fees.”

His words… weren’t an exaggeration. Such people really were that annoying, especially those who went all out recklessly. Even mob bosses preferred not to mess with them–if you don’t have the resolve to commit murder, you simply couldn’t stand the hassle.

But Feng Jun only smiled faintly, “Let me ask something unrelated. If something unexpected happens to him and you can’t get back the thousand you lent, would you feel upset?”

“Why would I?” Zhang Zeping smiled indifferently.

He had some money on him now–he didn’t consider that it came from the Feng Family but saw it as his “hard-earned money.” So he didn’t mind being generous, and even wanted to mock the other party, “It was meant to help him, whether he returns it or not doesn’t matter.”

Feng Jun grinned, “Good of you to think that way… It’s getting late, aren’t you going to eat?”

He had planned to prepare some Spiritual Rice for his parents to eat today, along with some Spirit Beast Meat. Although Gazi had brought back the Spiritual Rice, after trying it once, the couple Feng Wenhui didn’t have the heart to eat it again. After all, as cultivators, they knew the true value of Spiritual Rice.

Feng Jun also left them two hundred jin of Spiritual Rice but still worried they wouldn’t want to eat it–his parents were typically old-fashioned, always thinking of showing off good stuff at family gatherings and often saving it for their son.

Indeed, the Spiritual Rice was provided by Feng Jun, but they were still concerned he might lack Spiritual Rice due to “excessive luxury.” So they kept a portion aside, ostensibly saving it for their son.

With such a mindset, Feng Jun felt he had no right to criticize. So he could only make sure to cook Spiritual Rice Meals when he was around, forcing his elders to eat–otherwise, it would be wasted.

But he really didn’t want Second Aunt and Zhang Zeping to benefit from it. He used to think Second Aunt was alright, but after today’s incident, she had clearly acted inappropriately, especially since she upset his mother. He felt it was time to send them away.

This action was a bit unsympathetic, even Zhang Junyi chastised him, “Xiao Jun, it’s mealtime, what are you talking about? Let your Second Aunt have some.”

But Feng Jun, having lived over a decade with his mother, could tell when she was just being polite. So he chuckled, “When we finish eating, it will be dark. We can’t make Second Aunt go down the mountain in the dark, can we?”

Zhang Zeping, driving down the mountain with his sister, grumbled incessantly, “Damn it, this Feng Jun really doesn’t know how to respect his elders…”

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