Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 192: Terrifying Upon Reflection

Wu Jianguo, since he’d reached out to the relevant authorities, naturally had the means at his disposal.

Through their investigation, they discovered that before this person’s mobile phone went offline, he had booked a plane ticket to Yangcheng.

President Wu also confirmed with the related airline company that indeed a passenger named Liu Hong had purchased a ticket.

Thus, Wu Jianguo fell into deep thought, “Did this guy die, or did he run away?”

Based on various signs, he tended to believe that this guy had already been taken out.

Setting aside Manager Chang’s previous analysis for the moment, if this fellow really intended to flee, there were many ways to do so: hail a cab, drive a car, or even ride a motorcycle. Any of these methods would have been much more low-key than taking a flight.

Moreover, even if flying was the choice, it shouldn’t have been a flight one week later, right?

However, if this speculation was correct, then what was Liu Hong doing buying a plane ticket before dying?

Or, to put it another way, why would the murderer do this— wasn’t it superfluous?

Were they trying to create the illusion that “Liu Hong was still alive”? Or did they want to delay being discovered by the police to facilitate the murderer’s escape?

Wu Jianguo was extremely frustrated, but it was inconvenient to casually ask others for advice—while he did know quite a few police friends, there were only one or two who he could consult about such matters.

After much thought, he still made a call to Tian Laosan, thanking him for his assistance and casually inquiring about the matter.

Boss Tian was silent for quite a while before he hesitantly spoke, “This matter, why does it sound somewhat familiar to me? Oh, right… Have you heard of the name Zhang Weihong?”

“The name Zhang Weihong… I know several,” Wu Jianguo was a bit puzzled, “What does this person do?”

“You should look into this person,” Boss Tian wasn’t inclined to say much, “If it’s not related to this person, I can’t help you… at most, I could get Xiao Qu and Xiao Chang to run a few errands for you.”

After hanging up the phone, Wu Jianguo summoned his confidant, “Lao Zhang, list Feng Jun’s connections and see if he knows someone named Zhang Weihong.”

“He knows her,” Lao Zhang answered immediately, “This Zhang Weihong is the general manager of Hongjie Clubhouse. Feng Jun worked there a few months ago, and although he quit, he’s still in contact with Zhang Weihong, who is currently helping him sell jade.”

“Damn it!” Wu Jianguo slammed the table and grabbed his mobile phone, “I’m calling Tian Laosan.”

But the next moment, his hand froze in mid-air, and after pondering, he said, “This Zhang Weihong… she’s not simple, is she?”

“Well… she’s quite a mysterious woman,” Lao Zhang was President Wu’s trusted man, but he was not someone involved in the underworld, so his channels for information were rather ordinary. However, he was aware of the general situation, “They say she’s not someone to mess with.”

After some thought, Wu Jianguo decided it was still too early to contact Tian Laosan again. Now that he had a clear target, it would be too embarrassing not to find out any information.

Then, he quickly gathered the relevant information and couldn’t help but gasp, “Sister Hong’s plane ticket? Damn… is this for real?”

His reaction wasn’t out of disbelief. President Wu had been through all sorts of situations in his years of experience in society. He had heard of all kinds of things, not just plane tickets. He knew of people who liked to play with explosions and frequently sent others on “earthly flights.”

He felt like crying but had no tears, “How the hell did I get involved with such a character?”

After agonizing for a long while, he still had to make a call to Tian Laosan, “Boss Tian, Zhang Weihong from Hongjie… Right?”

“Hmm,” Boss Tian hummed softly, “What about her? Does it relate to her?”

His tone was neither warm nor cold. Both men were of a certain status and knew some unsavory things about each other. There wasn’t much they couldn’t talk about, but unless necessary, many topics were only lightly touched upon.

“Ah,” Wu Jianguo sighed heavily, “She has quite a close business relationship with that Feng guy.”

“Tch, the guy’s level of gifting plane tickets has gone up,” Boss Tian muttered softly and then sighed, “You talk to President Feng first, try to get his understanding. If it really doesn’t work out, I’ll go find Zhang Weihong… I owe her a favor.”

“Thanks a lot, Boss Tian. Don’t forget to invite your brother when Hot Spring Villa opens,” Wu Jianguo said with a laugh as he ended the call.

The next moment, his expression turned ashen, and after being silent for a long time, he lifted his hand and slammed his fist onto the table with fury, “Damn it!”

Despite the swearing, life had to go on. Half an hour later, his mood improved slightly, so he made a video call to his son, “Kid, you sure have roped your old man into a fine mess.”

“I…” Wu Limin felt very wronged but didn’t dare talk back, only managing to stiffly indicate that he was also making efforts, “I’ve almost cornered Xiao Luo.”

“Wait until the Phaeton’s order has a response, then go find Feng Jun,” Wu Jianguo instructed, pondering, “I can’t show up for now. Be polite with him, and if he’s interested in Xiao Chang, you might facilitate that… never mind, don’t make Zhang Weihong upset.”

He often engaged in doing favors aligned with what others love, and he wasn’t afraid to teach his son to do the same—both of you ended up like this because of jealousy over Feng Jun, who must be another lover at heart.

However, Zhang Weihong isn’t just skilled in giving away plane tickets; she’s said to be quite beautiful, so… let’s not stir up any trouble with matchmaking.

If it backfired and he ended up with a free plane ticket, that would be too much of a loss.

“Oh, I understand,” Wu Limin nodded obediently, but inwardly he wondered: Who is Zhang Weihong?

A day later, which was the day before the three-day deadline, Wu Jianguo finally got in touch with President Feng. This time, he didn’t carry his usual dismissive demeanor, but expressed politely that he wanted to pay a visit.

Feng Jun was not in Peach Blossom Valley at the moment; he was strolling around a villa he had rented in the suburbs with Li Xiaobin.

Up to now, he had rented three properties. The one near the factory district mainly contained some cheap daily necessities and a few outdoor survival items. He barely visited, only using it as a backup place to stay.

His rent was still being paid, though. He would occasionally swing by to prevent the landlord from subletting the place.

He also continued to pay rent for the mountain villa, which was a bit more expensive, but the generator there was quite good. It served as his second foothold.

Since the actual homeowner wouldn’t be back until the second half of the next year, a distant cousin, having received a high rent, didn’t care whether he was there or not, conscientiously keeping the rooms intact and not disturbing his belongings.

There were many outdoor survival items stored at this location. Feng Jun brought Li Xiaobin here to familiarize her with the place.

The distant cousin, aware of his visit, made a special trip to see him and even offered to host him for lunch. Who wouldn’t want to curry favor with money?

Just at that moment, Wu Limin arrived with a few followers, among whom was Manager Chang.

Both were somewhat surprised to see Li Xiaobin. Manager Chang was okay, as she had never mistreated any performers in her venues, but Wu Jianguo’s awkwardness was evident.

However, fortunately, he unexpectedly discovered that the one managing the wilderness here was a fellow townsman. Despite not interacting much in the past, they had met a few times.

Upon finding out that Feng Jun was renting a place here, Wu Jianguo promptly declared that President Feng could stay as long as he wanted, and all the expenses would be covered by Sheng Tang Construction—even without you, we fellow townsmen would continue to interact.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun’s face immediately darkened: Damn it, my intention to renew the rental here was to secure a fallback refuge. Not only do the Wu Family father and son know about it now, but they even recognize the owner. How am I supposed to ensure my privacy?

Therefore, he lost all interest in dining, casually mentioning that the signal here was poor and he needed to watch the stock market once it opened in the afternoon.

Wu Limin and Manager Chang both noticed that President Feng’s mood had suddenly changed and couldn’t help but wonder, What’s gotten into him all of a sudden?

Regardless, Wu Jianguo was determined to ingratiate himself with President Feng, so he suggested they all go to the city together for a casual meal and check out the car dealership to hasten the order.

But how could Feng Jun possibly take advantage of him? Until the matter with Xiao Luo was resolved, he wouldn’t accept any favors from him—I’m waiting for you to explain yourself.

So, without hesitation, he took Li Xiaobin straight to KFC—I’ll just have a burger combo.

His attitude left Wu Limin somewhat vexed, yet he had no choice but to bite the bullet and join the others for some Western fast food.

After finishing the meal in just forty minutes, Wu Jianguo shamelessly approached again, inviting President Feng to the car dealership.

Feng Jun’s anger wasn’t directed at this younger fellow, so he followed Wu Jianguo’s car to the dealership, only to be surprised… Why this one?

His previous Phaeton had been purchased right here; his gaze even settled on… that person from last time.

The beautiful Sales Guide, who had been showing cars to two middle-aged men, excused herself after seeing him enter, then turned around and approached with a genuine smile. “President Feng, hello, do you have time to stop by today?”

Wu Limin, Manager Chang, and… Li Xiaobin all cast peculiar looks at someone.

Sometimes Feng Jun could be quite thick-skinned; he responded with a smile, “Long time no see.”

He didn’t remember her name, but… they definitely had an intimate interaction, that was certain.

The Sales Guide smiled softly at his response, asking enthusiastically, “How’s the Phaeton… is it driving well?”

Feng Jun glanced at Wu Limin and said with a smile, “Yes, isn’t this why I ordered another one? I got the insurance through you.”

Despite it being the era of fast food, he didn’t mind lending a hand if possible—after all, he had to buy insurance, so why not buy it from her?

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