Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 365: Chapter 365 Revealed

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The mayor had his own ideas, but for Cao Weihua, that guy was just a bastard.

Enjoying the blessings myself, sending you to die… Really both wanting to be a prostitute and set up an archway.

But now, it’s useless to talk about these things; what’s urgent is how to quell that out-of-towner’s arrogance.

I heard that Hongjie had given Boss Feng another sum of money; Cao Weihua really felt the urge to deal with Zhang Weihong. However, Director Cao had warned him repeatedly, “That woman has connections overseas, be careful.”

Zhang Weihong was selling Jade extensively; keeping a low profile was impossible, but why has no one checked her taxes?

This thing, it can’t be explained clearly in plain terms; in short, there’s just too much shady business in the Jade industry. Even if you want to rectify the industry’s chaos, you can’t start with a communist party member and overseas patriot.

Cao Weihua thought it over and over, and finally with resolve asked, “How is the contact with the local villagers?”

“Fifty per person per day, we can guarantee two thousand people,” a man at his side spoke up, “but we need to provide food and cigarettes, roughly eighty yuan per person.”

“Money is money; stuff is stuff,” Cao Weihua responded coldly. This guy wasn’t completely useless, at least he had a good eye.

“Distributing stuff in a centralized manner can show organization. Only the person handing out stuff can really hold the power of speech, to prevent some troublemakers from stirring up trouble… I learned this trick from Merrick.”

“Have you ever thought about it? The protesters who injured the police were getting paid by the FBI.”

The organization of the crowd that day wasn’t very successful. It was drizzling, and apart from a small flat area outside the mountain gate, other places were muddy, with only five or six hundred people attending, some holding umbrellas, some wearing raincoats.

In this situation, it was unrealistic to expect the crowd to charge the mountain gate. Raincoats torn, umbrellas broken… whose fault would that be?

So everyone just stood outside the mountain gate, with someone holding up a big banner, white with black letters, “Give back our land, villagers need to survive.”

Soon, the ink began to bleed in the rain, leaving a smear of black on the white cloth.

Even so, Boss Feng was a bit surprised. After hearing about it, he hurried to the mountain gate to see the situation for himself and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly that Cao Weihua wasn’t a complete fool—he actually knew how to use the public to create public opinion.

“These are all paid heads, right? Really willing to spend money.”

There were construction workers blocking the entrance, and Boss Feng had also brought seven or eight people with him.

Among these seven or eight people, besides Gazi and Wang Haifeng, the rest were workers from the manor.

In fact, there were more than just a few workers in the manor, but most were locals, not convenient to come, only able to stay in the villa, under Xu Leigang’s leadership, to watch the house.

Boss Feng had come prepared, with three cameras in tow, lenses locked tightly on the gate,

but those present also felt quite heavy-hearted. Wu Limin’s cousin even chuckled bitterly, “Maybe I’ll become an Internet celebrity.”

The ownership of the barren mountains contracted by Luohua Villa was very clear. Even if some land used to involve returning farmland to forests, exchanges had been made, and the issues weren’t too big. The “Give back our land” on the banners at the scene was pure harassment.

But regardless, once these things were posted online, who would listen to reason?

Even with three cameras on the manor’s side capturing the real scene, their role would be very limited at best.

Boss Feng gave a pat on his shoulder to encourage him, “If we become Internet celebrities, then so be it. Tell the brothers to get ready to go hard. Once the fight starts, I’ve got cash here too! Dammit… Who has more money than I do?”

For these migrant workers, fighting was something hoodlums did. Making an honest living was the right way when you’re away from home.

But with real money in front of them, even the honest can become fierce—can’t say they all dare to fight, but there’s always a tenth or two who will.

Fighting is never about numbers; it’s about the elite, and money is the confidence.

Wu Limin’s cousin was not one to shy away from trouble; he spoke up directly, “Boss Feng, if we’re really going to fight, show the money now.”

Boss Feng snapped his fingers, “Gazi, get the money.”

Amid the dense spring rain, Gazi silently took a suitcase from the car, placed it on the ground and opened it, inside bursts with red bills.

Without a word, he then went to the car, grabbed another suitcase and continued to open it—more eyes full of red.

Turning around, he took another suitcase down and opened it…

The onlookers who were paid a daily wage were suddenly stunned, “Is that… three million?”

Many had dollar signs in their eyes, “At least six million, right? The suitcase is so big.”

Boss Feng spoke loudly, “If anyone rushes in, they’re looking to rob… Meeting a robber, even if we kill someone, it’s self-defense! I won’t let everyone’s efforts be in vain!”

With so many people, it was impossible to reason; by claiming self-defense, he dominated the situation.

As for whether it was self-defense? What he said certainly didn’t count, but at that time… who was going to think that much?

Gazi had already taken out the fourth suitcase and upon hearing this, he hesitated to open it, just setting it there.

In fact, one suitcase contained a million, displaying three million was enough to intimidate the five to six hundred people on the scene.

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Feng Jun felt like he was playing a warlord in a movie, scattering a pile of silver coins, “Brothers, charge for me!”

But he didn’t feel ashamed at all. You’re allowed to spend money, but I’m not?

Sorry, I have more money than you… Wealth brings caprice!

Cao Weihua’s people were mixed in with the crowd, with several small cameras ready, hoping to secretly record Luohua Manor’s people being rough with “innocent civilians” to stir public outrage online.

Confronted with this scene, they were stunned—was he really making it obvious that he was bribing people? And… framing everyone for robbery?

Actually, in normal circumstances, someone in Feng Jun’s position couldn’t avoid spending money to hire defenders, but at the same time, to sway public opinion, one must emphasize their own innocence.

Isn’t throwing out bright red cash at this time just asking for animosity?

Don’t you know netizens love to indulge in a variety of resentment toward the wealthy?

But in fact, anyone with a bit of sense could see that Feng Jun’s reaction might just be appropriate.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Over the recent years, many disputes have been viewed online—have you ever seen real gold and silver being thrown in a fight?

People hiring others to fight for money is common, but no one dares to do it so openly.

If this rare event gets out, it’s not far from hitting the trending searches, and once the heat exceeds a certain threshold, there’s no need for mobilization, countless people will dig for the truth.

Spending three million just to defend one’s home—how thrilling and exhilarating is that headline?

Expecting the video not to get out is impossible; both sides have more than one camera.

Cao Weihua’s people were overawed, but what they didn’t expect was that Feng Jun was secretly groaning inside.

Why? These days having money is a sin, and although his money didn’t come from bloodshed, it was definitely not clean.

The most crucial part is, he wanted to live low-key. Once this hit the trending searches, would that be possible?

Faced with the three million, both sides quieted down. So many people were present that you could actually hear the subtle sound of the rain.

After what seemed like a long time, a tall, thin young man in black clothes walked out from the crowd, followed by two sturdy men.

He walked up to the gate and said loudly, “Feng Jun, come here, I have something to say.”

Feng Jun didn’t want to go over. Just because you tell me to come, should I? Wouldn’t that be a loss of face?

But on second thought, if the other party had come to his door, he couldn’t let them in any further. If they went inside, he wouldn’t agree.

So he had no choice but to step forward. He walked over and asked with a grave voice, “What is it?”

“I’m Cao Weihua,” said the young man in black, expressionless, “It’s not too late to regret it now.”

Feng Jun touched his forehead, amused and perplexed, “Do you think I have any need to regret this situation?”

“You’ll regret it,” Cao Weihua said very assuredly, “Today there are only more than five hundred people, tomorrow there will be two thousand. ‘Today’s Zhengyang’ will come to report, and the more money you show, the more passive you become… Can you explain the source of your money?”

“The money I earn is much cleaner than what you make,” Feng Jun didn’t bother with beating around the bush and spoke bluntly, “You can investigate my funds, guess… can I investigate your funds?”

Cao Weihua’s face darkened, he really disliked being threatened by others. You should know, only he threatened others, “You should know who my old man is, right?”

“Not to hide from you, I just found out,” Feng Jun was telling the truth, without any exaggeration, but he also looked down on someone who would show off their father, “Only a deputy director, can’t he be investigated?”

Cao Weihua couldn’t stand anyone belittling his father. A deputy director… and that’s it? Does your family have a deputy director?

If the old man hadn’t taken the wrong path and wasted his years, becoming a vice governor… might have been expected.

But at the moment, he wasn’t actually angry, just smiled disdainfully, “It’s not that I underestimate you, but you really can’t investigate.”

He said this assuredly—it would indicate that Director Cao truly wasn’t corrupt.

However, Feng Jun had merely made a casual comment, and now he simply smiled carelessly, “Say whatever you want then.”

Seeing him so nonchalant, Cao Weihua became even more irritated and said in a stern voice, “If I were you, I’d back off now. I shouldn’t spell it out clearly, but do you believe I can have you locked up and eating steamed buns in no time?”

Feng Jun actually started to laugh, then shook his head, “I really don’t believe it, but it seems you… are digging your own grave.”

Cao Weihua’s face fell, “So there’s no point in talking?”

“I don’t know where your sense of superiority comes from,” Feng Jun spoke indifferently, “Farewell.”

Cao Weihua blinked and unexpectedly started laughing, “I hope you still have this confidence tomorrow.”

After that, he turned and left without any hesitation, clearly confident in his position.

Feng Jun didn’t say anything, just watched him leave the crowd and called people to start cleaning up the tables, chairs, benches, and the food carts filled with boxed meals.