Chapter 91: Chapter 91 - 91 The Bed Broke (First Update to Celebrate Alliance Leader Mei Renxin)

The Foundation Establishment Pill is meant to reinforce and cultivate one’s foundation, which should stabilize the medicinal properties. However, by taking it now, Feng Jun seemed to be doing the opposite on purpose.

But in fact, that wasn’t the case. The Foundation Establishment Pill cultivates the True Yuan and True Qi within the body, whereas the medicinal properties are merely a facade. True Yuan can be transformed into medicinal properties, but medicinal properties do not equate to True Yuan.

Feng Jun grabbed a pill and popped it into his mouth. After ingesting it, he realized the taste was familiar, “Damn… is this the Body Tempering Pill?”

The Body Tempering Pill was useless for him, but once it came into contact with saliva, it was already ineffective; it was too late to spit it out.

It didn’t matter, having eaten it was no big deal, as long as he had silver, it was quite easy to buy more in that realm.

Oddly enough, this time after he ate the Body Tempering Pill, he felt a faint trembling in his Dantian. The medicinal properties seemed a bit unstable, as if they were inhaling and exhaling something.

Could the Body Tempering Pill actually temper the medicinal properties? While inspecting his Dantian, Feng Jun couldn’t help but be shocked.

Then he felt a surge of joy: Wouldn’t this make the transformation into elixir a bit easier?

Thinking this, he picked up another Foundation Establishment Pill and paid close attention to it before confirming it was indeed a Foundation Establishment Pill and not a Body Tempering Pill, then tossed it into his mouth.

No sooner had the Foundation Establishment Pill dissolved than he felt a stream of warmth, starting from his chest and abdomen and spreading throughout his body, rejuvenating his spirits.

With the Foundation Establishment Pill’s transforming heat, the medicinal properties trembled even more and became increasingly unstable.

There’s a chance! Feng Jun seized the moment to start the breathing exercises as recorded in the Tai Chi Breathing Technique.

He persisted, and the medicinal properties softened bit by bit and began to disperse.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he had transformed all the medicinal properties in his Dantian into a milky elixir.

Now, when he looked inside his Dantian, it was like looking at a bottle filled with milk, brimming with elixir.

Then, the elixir rushed towards his entire body, surging out of acupuncture points such as the Yongquan, Dazhui, and Baihui, directly expelling beyond his body.

“Damn!” Feng Jun was startled by the tumultuous flow. He hoped it wouldn’t cause any disturbance.

When he opened his eyes, touched the top of his head, and looked at the soles of his feet, he saw no white liquid. It appeared that the sensation was just a feeling and there was no material substance actually erupting out.

Indeed, how could the elixir transformed from medicinal properties be wasted so easily?

But the next moment, as he felt his backside, he gritted his teeth in frustration, “Damn… my pants!”

Apparently, the flow of Qi from his tailbone had pierced through his pants, and even the cushion of the imperial concubine’s bed was punctured.

Not only was there a big hole in the cushion of the imperial concubine’s bed, but it also emitted an unpleasant smell, somewhat similar to the stench of rotten eggs from hydrogen sulfide.

Feng Jun sighed and decided to take a shower first, then called in a service employee to discuss compensation.

Unfortunately, the service worker was a new girl unfamiliar with the pricing, and immediately called the front desk for help.

The front desk was busy and eventually sent a young man from the engineering department.

This young man also lacked experience and, upon seeing the state of the concubine’s bed, he glanced at Feng Jun and questioned him aggressively, “What did you do? How did you damage the couch like this?”

Feng Jun was getting annoyed. Was this the service one could expect at a four- star hotel? “I called you over to discuss compensation. Since I damaged it, I will pay… why are you looking so sour? Who do you think you’re impressing?”

The young man’s anger flared up even more than Feng Jun’s. His eyes bulged, and his voice raised, “I’m asking you, how did you break it? And why the hell did you make it stink so bad? You trying to start trouble?”

Seeing that this guy was a hothead, Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered with him and turned to speak to the service worker, “Call your floor manager or someone from the lobby to talk. I’ll pay for the damage. As for him… I don’t want to communicate with him.”

Upon hearing this, the young man’s eyes bulged with an intention to escalate things, but fortunately, the little service worker stopped him.

Soon enough, a tall and robust man arrived. The lobby manager here turned out to be a man. After understanding the situation, he said with a smile, “It’s just a mattress… let’s just say five hundred, shall we? The room smells a bit, do you want to change rooms?” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

See, that’s how service is done. Since the customer expressed a willingness to compensate, he didn’t ask how the damage was caused and even considerately suggested a room change.

“Five hundred?” Feng Jun knew the price wasn’t low, but it wasn’t extortionate, so he waved a hand in dismissal, “I’ll give you one thousand, but before changing rooms…”

He pointed at the young man from the engineering department, “I just want to ask, is it your policy to let greenhorns like him interact with customers?”

The lobby manager had already been briefed on the conflict by the service worker, which is why he had proactively arranged for a room change, as a way to appease the guest.

Now that the guest was not ready to drop the matter, the manager could only respond with an apologetic smile, “The thing is… Xiao Lin has just gone through a breakup, and he’s not in the best of moods. I hope you can be a little more understanding.”

“Why should I be considerate of him?” Feng Jun’s eyes widened, “If you’re capable, go kill your girlfriend’s entire family instead, and you’re snarling at me, who has nothing to do with this? Are you sick?”

Upon hearing this, the young man became furious and clenched his fist, ready to charge.

The lobby manager, seeing this, barked sharply, “Xiao Lin, get out of here!”

Ultimately, the young man did not dare to explode at the lobby manager. However, he didn’t leave, but instead pointed at Feng Jun, suppressing his rage as he spoke, “He actually cursed me, saying I’m sick.”

“I’m not cursing you,” Feng Jun snorted coldly, “you really are sick, and it’s not a light illness either.”

The young man was about to retort when the lobby manager shouted again, “I said, get out!”

Xiao Lin was really dissatisfied as could be, pointing at Feng Jun with an incredulous look, “Manager Geng, he’s an outsider, and I am defending the hotel; yet you’re siding with him?”

“Not only is he an outsider, but he is also a guest,” the lobby manager huffed at him, “and a very wealthy guest at that. What… you have a problem with that?” Expecting to pay five hundred, but the other party actually offered a thousand willingly—if that’s not called wealthy, then what is?

“So being rich is amazing now, is it?” Xiao Lin shouted, then turned and stormed out of the room.

Feng Jun curled his lip. He used to be poor too, and didn’t like to show off money. But encountering such inexplicably stupid individuals, he suddenly felt that being wealthy wasn’t so bad after all as it allowed him to teach these fools a lesson in how to behave.

He then spoke earnestly, “Lobby, I’m willing to admit fault, and even pay double, but that stupid kid baring his teeth at me, you’ve got to give me an explanation. I came here to spend money, not to be treated like a pushover.” “Oh, there’s no need for double,” the lobby manager said with a wry smile, waving his hand, “the sofa cushion is custom-made by the hotel and is only worth five hundred. He disrespected you, and I apologize on his behalf. You’re a generous person; don’t stoop to his level, okay?”

Feng Jun shook his head and insisted firmly, “These days, being easy-going isn’t a compliment; it means you’re easily bullied… I’m petty, and I don’t accept your apology on his behalf. Either he comes to apologize himself, or you fire him.”

“Xiao Lin just has a bad temper,” the lobby manager explained with a wry smile, “Really, these young people nowadays all have such hot tempers, can’t stand the slightest grievance. As soon as they open their mouths, it’s ‘I quit.’ It’s not easy to recruit staff in the service industry.”

Feng Jun’s eyes widened, “I am young too; does that mean he can treat me unfairly? Or does it look like I have the word ‘pushover’ written on my forehead and look like someone easily bullied?”

“Forget it, it’s all because their parents spoil them,” the lobby manager gestured dismissively and sighed, “We could let him go, but he might actually be glad about it. At work, he has to cater to customers, but when he gets home… his parents have to cater to him.”

On hearing this, Feng Jun couldn’t help but think of that child in the other dimension, Dou Dou from Ding Lao Er’s family, who would bring chocolates home to share with his parents, and Feifei from Zhige County, who at the age of five or six had to look after both her younger brother and her mentally ill mother.

Why is there such a vast difference between people?

Thinking about this, he became even more irritated, “If he doesn’t know how to behave, then I’ll have to represent society and teach him a lesson! It’s not that I’m making things difficult for you… if he continues like this, even your Penglai Grand Hotel might get dragged down.”

Seeing that he was relentless, the lobby manager made up his mind and suggested with a smile, “How about this—we won’t accept your five hundred compensation and will switch your room. How does that sound?”

Feng Jun’s face darkened, “Talking like that takes the fun out of it, I’ve admitted to the damage… It looks like not only do I have the word ‘pushover’ written on my forehead, but I also have the face of a total pauper?”

“You can’t say that,” the lobby manager chuckled dryly and then lowly suggested, “How about this—when we issue the salary this month, we’ll deduct the five hundred from his wages. What do you say?”

Feng Jun liked this suggestion, agreeing that the fool needed to learn a lesson. He pulled out five hundred and handed it over, “I have the money, and I won’t trouble you… just say I didn’t compensate, and dock another five hundred from him, okay?”

“Sure thing,” the lobby manager patted his chest and beamed, “Leave it to me.”

Feng Jun looked at him intently, “If you agree and don’t follow through… I can come up with five hundred, and I can also come up with five thousand or fifty thousand!”

What would he need five thousand or fifty thousand for? Clearly, it would be to deal with the lobby manager.

The lobby manager was fully aware of this and nodded with a smile, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve also had enough of that guy.”

As Feng Jun began to pack his things to switch rooms, he couldn’t help but muse to himself: Money is indeed an excellent thing—being wealthy felt really good.

Just as he entered the new room, his mobile phone pinged with a sound, and he looked down to see a new message on WeChat.

Feng Jing: Why so free today, haven’t gone to save the world? [sneaky grin]

Luo Hua: Saving the world is too tiring, and that stupid slip of the pants—such rotten luck, [downcast]

Feng Jing: You just ripped a pair of pants, I lost at least ten pairs today! [tears] Luo Hua: That ferocious aunt flow? Destroyed ten pairs of your pants… must be at least 2GB of data, right? [shock]

Feng Jing: …Jerk, I’m talking about the stockmarket!!! [pounding] [pounding] [pounding]

(First update, congratulations to Alliance Leader Mei Renxin.)