Chapter 348: Chapter 344: 344: A Big Move

Feng Jun was somewhat at a loss for words; this question was rather difficult to answer.

Xu Leigang and Wang Haifeng had of course helped him, such as when they pulled some strings to get him out after the police took him away…

However, upon careful consideration, the help they offered wasn’t really that much, even their combined efforts didn’t match up to Sister Hong.

Sister Hong not only personally got him out but also helped suppress Liu Hong and others, and now she’s handling business for him.

In comparison, Zhou Xiaotong only helped him with one thing, but for him, it was extremely meaningful.

Although for Zhou Xiaotong, it might have been a small effort, Feng Jun himself couldn’t think of it that way.

Just like how he had plenty of Body Tempering Pills, he wouldn’t stand for anyone treating them as common goods.

After pausing for a moment, Feng Jun replied in a deep voice, “You’re right, but when I teach them, it comes with a vow of silence. The difference lies in… I only teach this martial art to men, not women.”

Zhou Xiaotong blinked and asked thoughtfully, “You mean you don’t want to teach women, right?”

Can you not be so clever? Feng Jun grimaced, speaking helplessly, “Training is very hard work, and besides… is it really interesting for a girl to be fighting and killing?”

Zhou Xiaotong’s chin tilted up slightly, “What if I want to learn?”

“Impossible,” Feng Jun shook his head, answering very confidently, “Setting aside whether you can handle the hardship, your problem is… you’re too clever, understand?”

Just continue with your carefree life. Since you like luxury and pleasure, why force yourself to do otherwise?

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaotong also nodded, appearing to deeply agree, “My biggest problem is indeed that I’m too clever. But I really do want to know, what could you possibly teach them?”

“It’s not necessary,” Feng Jun shook his head, glanced at her, and sighed again, “Why can’t you be content being your lady? Why can’t I be my carefree country dweller… Hmm, I still owe you a favor.”

Zhou Xiaotong looked at him and spoke smoothly, “I know you have some secrets you don’t want to let out. I could have helped you keep them hidden. Why must you push me away?”

Feng Jun pondered for a moment before asking, “What exactly do you know?”

“The abnormal behavior of the dogs and crows in Peach Blossom Valley,” Zhou Xiaotong said frankly, looking him in the eye, “Others might think it was a coincidence, but I’m very sure… it was no coincidence. How did you do it?”

Feng Jun looked at her for a long time, then finally said, “Five Body Tempering Pills, five Foundation Establishment Pills… do you want them?”

“No!” Zhou Xiaotong shook her head decisively, her big eyes on him, “You’d want me to disappear from your sight afterward, right?”

Now I finally understand why Yuan Huapeng finds you so vexing! Feng Jun turned to leave, “You’re banned from entering the back yard. I hope you behave… I’m adept at creating ‘coincidences’, you understand.”

“Would it be alright if I just stand here and watch for a while?” Zhou Xiaotong turned to ask.

Feng Jun didn’t respond; he just walked away.

Zhou Xiaotong, after all, was a clever person. She could be ruthless when it came to bullying others but knew how to read the room.

She watched for roughly ten minutes before quietly slipping away, finding Feng Jun in a villa at the front, “Alright, it’s getting late. I’m thinking of leaving.”

So considerate? Feng Jun looked at her skeptically, “I did tell you, once you leave, you can’t come back again.”

Zhou Xiaotong smiled radiantly at him, “Since you can’t bear to see me go, I won’t leave tonight.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun rolled his eyes helplessly, “I’ve come to realize… the way Yuan Huapeng deals with you works best.”

He truly had no good solution for handling her, while Zhou Xiaotong seemed like a fish in water.

She wandered near the villa and encountered an electrician. She even had him fetch two large suitcases from the gate on a motorcycle.

Feng Jun watched the scene unfold with speechlessness, but he couldn’t really reprimand the electrician either. Zhou Xiaotong had paid him, asking for help to bring over two suitcases of clothes.

That night, the five people in the villa held a celebratory meal to toast to Master Feng’s housewarming. Astonishingly, Zhou Xiaotong whipped out two bottles of thirty-year-old Moutai as a gift.

Feng Jun really felt unable to graciously accept her wine, but Wang Haifeng, Xu Leigang, and Lu Xiaoning looked on with their eyes glued—such wines were simply not available on the market.

Hence, everyone split a bottle, and Gazi suggested that Brother Jun take the remaining one home for the old man to enjoy.

Zhou Xiaotong could hold her liquor well, drinking over half a catty of white spirits and seven or eight bottles of beer. Her speech became slightly slurred, but she showed no signs of drunkenness.

By nine o’clock, Feng Jun wouldn’t allow Zhou Xiaotong to drink any more, warning, “If you keep drinking, you won’t be able to walk out of here.”

Indifferently, Zhou Xiaotong claimed, “I never intended to leave, didn’t you see I brought my clothes over?”

Feng Jun was indeed a bit wary of her two large suitcases. To say they contained clothes, yet Moutai had appeared out of them?

Therefore, it wouldn’t be strange if some high-tech product turned up next.

So Feng Jun nearly had to drag her onto the farm vehicle, with the two large suitcases placed in the truck bed as well.

Sitting in the farm vehicle, Zhou Xiaotong was still complaining, saying, “I haven’t stayed long enough, and you’re rushing me off. I’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

Feng Jun had drunk a bit too much and still had to be careful driving on the mountain road, so he was somewhat distracted and said, “Then come back tomorrow, it’s better than staying at my place.”

No sooner had he spoken than he regretted it, thinking to himself that alcohol really wasn’t a good thing; why did he allow the other party to come again?

Fortunately, the next day, Zhou Xiaotong didn’t show up.

In the following days, Feng Jun was busy planning the estate, involving road construction and three storage rooms. He intended to create a buffer zone around the property to prevent others from entering his territory.

It was absolutely necessary, as the barren mountain borders the lands of other villagers. Many families, lacking firewood, would go up the mountain to collect it, and if they couldn’t find dry wood, they’d chop trees down.

Living off the mountain and the water, in their eyes, was the most normal thing, and similar situations existed even in the “mobile phone realm.”

Some even drove their sheep up the mountain to graze, which was even worse, as most of the goats raised in Zhengyang were mountain goats.

Mountain goats eat grass, not only the leaves but they favor the juicy roots. Eating the grass roots was bad enough, but they also liked to gnaw on the bark.

A person lives by their face, a tree by its bark; a tree without bark will die.

The person who had previously contracted the mountain had encountered similar issues, with ongoing conflicts with local villagers. He even erected barbed wire along his boundaries.

Not to mention the impassable, natural trenches, he had laid five or six kilometers of barbed wire alone.

Such a large investment was bound to be somewhat effective, yet there were those who cut through the wire with pliers to continue collecting firewood and grazing sheep.

That individual had then collaborated with the local police, sending quite a few trespassers to the police station, and this somewhat stabilized the situation.

But even that could not completely put an end to such incidents.

Feng Jun was determined not to let anyone trespass on his land, and the method he chose was simple and crude—building a wall.

It’s said that a wall amidst the green mountains and waters can be the most jarring sight. Many parks in the city have long since demolished their walls and replaced them with iron fences; even the villas in Peach Blossom Valley have just iron railings and no walls.

However, Feng Jun didn’t see it that way. Why should the existence of a wall be eye-catching? Because it wasn’t aesthetically pleasing.

So, just make the wall a bit more beautiful.

What’s the most beautiful? Nature, of course. If the wall looked like it was a natural part of the scenery, that would be perfect.

Of course, absolute naturalness wouldn’t do either. At the very top of the wall, he would definitely cover it with colored glaze tiles to show that this was a wall, not part of the scenery, to prevent any villager from making excuses.

Such a wall would be expensive to build. Not just those who contract barren mountains, but even coal mine owners wouldn’t necessarily be willing to spend so much money on it; it wouldn’t be worth it.

But Feng Jun wasn’t concerned with whether it was worth it or not. He didn’t like trouble and didn’t mind spending a lot of money.

Even if the cost of the wall reached twenty thousand per meter, a five or six kilometer wall would only be just over a hundred million.

When you have money, you can be that capricious!

Once Feng Jun made a decision, he asked Wang Haifeng to help find a design firm and a construction company.

Wang Haifeng’s family was definitely considered locals in Zhengyang. His father was one of the earliest well-off individuals, now a billionaire; his elder brother held a young, substantive senior position, and his father-in-law was a retired official at the bureau level, enjoying treatment at the deputy provincial level.

Feng Jun believed that with the Wang family’s background, they were more than capable of handling such matters.

The project didn’t start out particularly smoothly. Although it was a large endeavor, it was a private enterprise. No matter how much they emphasized that the land belonged to the state, Feng Jun had contracted it privately, for a fifty-year term.

The major design institutes were skeptical about construction of this magnitude. They weren’t new to designing for private companies, but those were either factories or real estate developments, where private companies could make money using those buildings after construction was completed.

But Feng Jun, this man, was actually willing to spend tens of millions to build a wall around a barren mountain. And the only things he would enclose within it, besides planting trees, would at most be some sort of farm stay enterprise—although this farm stay might be a bit larger than usual.

As for tourism? That’s indeed a hot topic, but as a tourist area, this place was a bit too small.

Especially since he wasn’t planning on creating a theme park, there weren’t many attractions.

Crunched the numbers, and with such a large investment in the wall, there was simply no possibility of recouping the costs.

There are those who will do business at a loss, but nobody wants to engage in a business that’s sure to lose money.

Thus, most design firms were puzzled over this job, and they didn’t believe Wang Haifeng’s explanation—that the contractor just didn’t want to be disturbed.

Some even inquired through Wang Haifeng’s father-in-law: Are you planning on playing some capital operation games through this design project, as well as the subsequent construction?

Wang Haifeng was somewhat amused and bemused: Really, President Feng isn’t short of money. He acquired this piece of land with a quick turnover for one hundred and fifty million. How big of a deal is spending a bit more on constructing a wall?

His answer brought forth more contemplative gazes: Oh, so this barren mountain… has already involved a financial tie of one hundred and fifty million?

(Update: Tomorrow the plot will accelerate, with good news, the big wind is coming fast. It’s just the right time to start a climax. Feng Xiao doesn’t have much reserve, so everyone, please give more monthly tickets.)