Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 201: Chapter 201 Arrogant Master

Xu Leigang had barely received these five people when, within less than two minutes, a quarrel broke out.

He arranged for them to stay at the military guesthouse where, although conditions couldn’t be called luxurious, they were private—and these were children of the military, accustomed to such living environments.

But Li Ting wasn’t clear about the situation, so she asked, “Our home can’t accommodate everyone? After all, we’re not strangers.”

Heaven and earth could bear witness that she didn’t mean to ask that question on purpose. In her mind, the military might lack for many things, but definitely not land—national military land could be directly allocated by the state. The living conditions might be average, but houses can’t be that scarce.

When it all came down to it, she just wished for everyone to stay closer together, which would make visiting each other more convenient. Staying in a hotel inevitably seemed a bit distant.

Xu Ruofang knew that Lei Gang had mortgaged his house. Although there was still a smaller one, it was where Lei Gang’s family lived. It was simply too inconvenient to house so many people there.

However, she wouldn’t share such things with outsiders. The Xu Family in the capital city claimed that they had found funding from Funiu. If word got out that the Xu Family had mortgaged their ancestral property, their adversaries would probably laugh their heads off, wouldn’t they?

When Xu Leigang heard this question, he also felt awkward and could only respond with a forced smile, “This… our home really can’t fit everyone.”

At this, it was Yuan Huapeng’s turn to be puzzled. “Eh, I remember the second sister-in-law saying that when the elder was alive, when she came to visit, everyone stayed together.”

In fact, he was being quite diplomatic with his question. He had heard from his second brother that the Xu Family owned a villa here, and they usually stayed there when visiting, as it was spacious. It’s just that he was unaware of what had transpired since then, thus his tentative inquiry.

Xu Leigang scratched his head and gave a dry laugh, “We do have a villa, but it’s currently leased… I’m not very successful, can’t find big money, so I’m making a bit with small money.”

Upon hearing this, Li Ting immediately tutted, “Lei Gang, even if you’re strained for cash, it shouldn’t come to this, right? Once Xiao Wei gets better, I’ll introduce you to some work… why let outsiders ruin a house where an elder has lived?”

Xu Leigang grew increasingly embarrassed and could only laugh awkwardly.

Xu Ruofang knew the inside story, but hearing Li Ting’s words, she felt she needed to say something—Lei Gang had only mortgaged the house, and there must be no mishaps that prevent it from being reclaimed.

Fortunately, she was with Yuan Huapeng and Li Ting who both had connections. Suggesting a visit to the mortgaged villa would also show support for her younger brother, “After we finish our business, Lei Gang, arrange a sit-down with the tenant… He needs to take good care of the house.”

Xu Leigang was baffled when he heard this and then he realized that there was no need to cover for the master anymore. When the time came to treat Xiao Wei, they could just go to the villa, which would save them the trouble of travel.

So, he steeled himself and declared, “The house is actually rented to that master.”

“Ah?” Those who heard this were completely bewildered.

Xu Ruofang instantly understood—so the four million plus was actually provided by the master. That guy was so wealthy?

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huapeng’s expression changed slightly. “He’s living in your house… you’re not charging him rent, are you?”

Xu Leigang found the question extremely awkward, but he couldn’t tell the truth and could only nod, “Um, yes, no rent, but that’s my willing decision.”

Yuan Huapeng rolled his eyes in resignation. In his heart, he was virtually certain that the other party was a fraudster, and Xu Leigang was thoroughly brainwashed, being swindled and even helping to count the money.

However, he couldn’t voice such thoughts and could only glance at Gao Qiang.

A cold smirk appeared at the corner of Gao Qiang’s mouth. “Oh, so the master doesn’t even have a place to stay and needs to rent a house? That means, if he runs into trouble and has to leave, we wouldn’t even know where to find him?”

He didn’t accuse the other person of scamming a place to stay; he simply posed a hypothetical situation—if something went wrong with Yuan Youwei’s treatment, it would be hard to find the person responsible, wouldn’t it?

Li Ting instinctively wanted to contradict his words, but after hearing the rest, she found herself unable to speak—she was willing to trust the master, but she certainly wouldn’t gamble with her child’s life.

When Xu Leigang heard this, he was quite displeased. He carefully sized up the man, noting he was about thirty, of medium height, exuding a sharp, tough aura—Lei Gang was all too familiar with this kind of vibe.

He glanced at his elder sister. “This one is military, isn’t he? Doesn’t feel like a child from an ordinary family… When we’re talking, why is he so rude and disrespectful?”

“Cough cough,” Yuan Huapeng coughed twice, feeling compelled to speak. “Xiao Gao is well-versed in traditional Chinese medicine. After hearing about the master from your sister, he developed a great admiration and followed along to gain some wisdom.”

He spoke diplomatically, but how could Xu Leigang not understand? It was clear that Yuan Huapeng and his wife did not trust the master and had brought someone knowledgeable for verification.

With this realization, a wave of discomfort washed over him. Yet, seeing the pleading look from his elder sister, he suppressed his irritation—blowing up would be easy, but how would his sister face others afterward?

So he simply said, “Then just observe and learn. Don’t judge things you don’t understand… let me tell you, Master Feng’s treatment principles are probably beyond your comprehension.”

“Not understanding is fine,” Gao Qiang confidently retorted, his tone even carrying a hint of disdain, “As long as he can explain the general idea, I’ll think it through on my own.”

“You expect a cultivator to explain their thought process to you?” Xu Leigang gave him a speechless glance, “Damn… you really have some nerve, even more than me!”

However, his older sister was after all married into the Yuan family, and even though he felt uncomfortable, he could only endure it.

That evening, Xu Leigang hosted a banquet at Funiu Hotel to treat their group, accompanied by his two childhood friends.

After dinner, Xu Ruofang and Li Ting took a walk in the hotel’s small garden discussing the day’s events. Li Ting, somewhat puzzled, asked, “What was Lei Gang thinking, to even give up the house?”

Xu Ruofang certainly couldn’t tell her the details; although they were sisters-in-law, she didn’t even want to tell her own husband about such a disgraceful matter concerning the Xu family—she didn’t mind losing face herself, but it involved the entire family.

So all she could do was laugh it off, “Why are you thinking so much? The master made other conditions, and if the results aren’t good, he can’t just make demands of you, right?”

Li Ting felt that made sense, but when she mentioned it to her husband, Yuan Huapeng couldn’t help but sigh, “This master… tsk, at least his brainwashing skills are quite something.”

Early the next morning, Xu Leigang came over, apologizing that Master Feng had been held up with matters and couldn’t come to treat Xiao Wei.

Yuan Huapeng’s frustration grew. This trip had involved putting off important work, so he couldn’t resist asking, “What is the master busy with, and when will he be available?”

Xu Leigang shook his head with a troubled expression, “How would I dare to ask what he’s up to? As for when he’ll be available… I’ll keep inquiring.”

Yuan Huapeng was so angry he almost spat blood—the master’s airs were surely a bit too much, weren’t they?

There was nothing everyone could do but let Xu Leigang accompany them as they spent a day sightseeing in the city. Xu Ruofang did remark that the changes in Zhengyang City over the years were indeed significant.

The day passed doing nothing much, and when Xu Leigang hurried over the next day saying Master Feng still had matters to attend to, Yuan Huapeng couldn’t hold back any longer. “How about this, we wait for him at the villa?”

When everyone rushed to the villa and rang the doorbell for a good while with no response, Xu Leigang went to ask at the gatehouse, only to learn that Feng Jun had indeed driven out early that morning.

Yuan Huapeng was a man of his word; having decided to wait, he stayed put at the villa’s entrance, even ordering Gao Qiang to buy some food for them to eat right there.

By the afternoon, light rain began to fall, and everyone sat in the seven-seater minivan Xu Leigang had driven, continuing their wait.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward; people chatted idly to pass the time, but everyone felt a bit embarrassed, except for the eight- or nine-year-old child Yuan Youwei, who was engrossed in his tablet, oblivious to the tension.

This wait lasted until after five o’clock, as the sky grew darker and the rain showed no sign of stopping. Yuan Huapeng glanced at Xu Leigang, “Lei Gang, can’t we call Master Feng again?”

He spoke the words “Master Feng,” but by now it was just a title; he felt like he was about to explode.

Xu Leigang frowned, just about to speak, when his eyes suddenly lit up, “Master Feng is back.”

Not far ahead, a silver Passat was slowly approaching; it was the familiar license plate.

Feng Jun was surprised to see a minivan parked in front of his villa. He honked the horn and waited. When there was no response, he rolled down the window to inquire.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the minivan’s door opened, a plump figure jumped out nimbly and rushed over, “President Feng… you’re finally back.”

Xu Leigang had intended to say “Master Feng,” but saw there was another person in the car, a woman he had never seen before, not the squad leader, so he decisively changed his address.

“Hmm,” Feng Jun nodded his head, “Didn’t I say I was busy today? Why are you still here?”

As soon as he finished asking, he saw two men also exit the minivan and walk over in the rain, standing silently in front of the car.

Realizing there was an issue, Feng Jun casually waved his hand, “Alright, let’s go in and talk.”

The villa’s automatic gate opened, and the two cars drove in one after the other. Everyone alighted and entered the house.

Yuan Huapeng and Gao Qiang remained silent, but Xu Ruofang scrutinized the girl by Master Feng’s side with a slightly frowned brow—the girl’s appearance and figure were decent, but a shame about the heavy aura of vanity, Master; you don’t seem to be very discriminating in your tastes.

Only Li Ting reached out to greet him respectfully, “Master, it’s good to finally meet you.”

“Hello,” Feng Jun shook hands with her and then turned to Xu Leigang, “Please wait a moment… Lao Xu, what’s going on here?”

I clearly told you I was busy today.