Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Personal Assistant

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You should know that Feng Jun had been holding back for a long time in another dimension, and he came back just to let off some steam.

Smelling such an aroma and having no reaction would be abnormal; this is one major function of perfume.

However, he still gently tried to pry her arm off, “Class President, don’t do this.”

Li Xiaobin used all her strength to clasp his waist tightly, “It’s just two thousand yuan… Are you even a man?”

Feng Jun took a deep breath and to tell the truth, he really was feeling pent up, and he didn’t like to be pretentious, nor did he want to be a man “worse than a beast.”

Especially since he did have some vague affections for his middle school class president — or perhaps that obscure impulse from adolescence.

But at this moment, he really couldn’t, so he sighed, “I have the money and can give it to you, and I am indeed a real man… But Class President, I really can’t.”

“Why?” Li Xiaobin’s body stiffened slightly, and then she hugged him even tighter, her words muffled, “I can give you a fifty percent discount, if you don’t actually look down on me… then take me.”

“You’re making me go take a cold shower,” Feng Jun said through gritted teeth, then with effort, he forcefully pried her arms away.

Not wanting to see her embarrassed expression, he didn’t turn around, but simply said indifferently, “Class President, we’re classmates, once something happens between us, when we meet again… how can we face each other?”

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaobin’s body noticeably relaxed a bit, she paused before replying, “If you don’t tell and I don’t tell, who will know… Besides, at class reunions, isn’t it about ‘taking chances where you can’?”

“It’s not like that,” Feng Jun chuckled bitterly and gently patted the back of her hand, “When the time comes, you’re still our class president, and you should have your pride as class president… Please behave!”

Finally, Li Xiaobin stopped moving, and after a long while, she let out a light sigh and slowly released her arms.

Then she walked over to a high stool nearby, picked up a can of beer, opened it, and started sipping it lightly.

After silently drinking for a while, she let out a soft sigh, “Fatty, you’re a good person.”

“Don’t say that, I’m not a good person, that’s an insult,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively and spoke indifferently, “I’m just a worldly man who likes to flirt with girls, only… I still have a bit of a bottom line.”

Li Xiaobin smiled quietly, grabbed a pack of individually wrapped beef jerky, tore open a small pack, stuffed the beef jerky into her mouth, and spoke indistinctly, “But I’m a bit curious… do I really have no attraction to you?”

“You keep drinking here, I’m going back to my room,” Feng Jun huffed coldly, picking up his beer and walking away, “Aren’t you just looking for trouble? There’s rice noodles and instant noodles in the cupboard, if you get hungry, just make it yourself.”

Staring at his departing figure, Li Xiaobin became lost in thought.

Only after a while did she withdraw her gaze, give a bitter smile, shake her head slightly, and take another gulp of beer.

That night, Feng Jun didn’t sleep well, tossing and turning for a long time before falling asleep. Although he got up quite late the next morning, he had to take another cold shower once he was up.

“Jeez, being coy is just pretentious,” he muttered to himself while pushing open the bedroom door.

But Li Xiaobin had already woken up; she was wearing a thick bathrobe with wet hair draping over her shoulders, humming quietly as she arranged breakfast on the bar.

When Feng Jun walked over and saw it, he couldn’t help but click his teeth, “This… is breakfast?”

A hot dog, two fried eggs, plus a cup of oatmeal with milk powder, and then… two segments of orange.

For some reason, hot dogs plus eggs and milk with a couple of orange segments made his mind wander to strange associations.

“What else do you want to eat?” Li Xiaobin glanced at him irritably, seemingly regaining some of the class president’s confidence after a night’s rest, “All you have in your house is instant food, plus more instant food. And that orange? I found it under a chair.”

“You could’ve ordered takeout,” Feng Jun replied nonchalantly, “There are breakfast shops in the community, why not just buy something?”

Li Xiaobin gave him a look and pouted, “I don’t know if coming in and out of your house would affect your image. This place is Peach Blossom Valley, plus… I didn’t bring any other clothes with me.”

The clothes she wore yesterday were quite revealing. It wasn’t to say that girls who dressed like that were all indecent, but now it was deep autumn, and such clothes would indeed be somewhat conspicuous in a residential area.

Feng Jun laughed it off, “You’re overthinking it, purely paranoid… I actually prefer meat.”

Li Xiaobin looked at him and realizing he was speaking casually, also sat down to eat breakfast.

Her breakfast was half the amount of Feng Jun’s. After breakfast, she spoke up again, “What do you plan to do with me next?”

“Huh?” Feng Jun looked at her curiously, “Arrange for you? Why me?”

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“I’ve lost my job,” Li Xiaobin swept his damp hair with his hand as the large bathrobe slid down, revealing his pale, skinny forearms. “You’re not going to tell me you hope I go work at another nightclub, are you?”

“This…” Feng Jun sucked on his toothpick with frustration. How could he ever say such a thing?

But he couldn’t just let himself be blackmailed, right? They were just classmates, after all. “Aren’t you still running a beauty salon?”

“The beauty salon is just a side gig,” sure enough, Li Xiaobin’s situation was exactly as Zhang Wei had described, of course, she had her own troubles, “I lost a large sum of money to start, then I was doing… Now I don’t even have the money to invest.”

In fact, this was quite normal. If someone lacks extensive experience, it’s rare for their first business venture to be an instant success. Ordinary people opening a restaurant should be prepared to operate at a loss for the first three to six months.

The problem with Li Xiaobin was that although she was willing to try, her financial resources were not enough to support her dreams.

This is a very practical problem, otherwise why would so many people stress about “the first pot of gold”?

Feng Jun pondered for a moment before finally speaking, “How about this, you first write up an analysis report and shop plan, the more detailed the better… If it satisfies me, I might consider lending you the money or investing in your business.”

He wouldn’t lend money to someone without a second thought. Things that come too easily are not valued by anyone. In fact, he was considering her interests; if he helped too much and ended up losing a friend, it would be worse than not helping at all.

Li Xiaobin gave him a strange look, “Do you think… I’m as dumb as you think?”

Feng Jun blinked, lighting a cigarette, “I can’t really understand what you mean.”

“Since you’re successful, why not just employ me?” Li Xiaobin blinked, looking at him curiously, “I mean, I am your classmate after all, I should be more reliable than hiring someone else, right?”

“Employ you?” Feng Jun looked at her with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Don’t worry, I know my place,” Li Xiaobin was actually quite on target when thinking through issues, “I won’t take advantage of our classmate relationship to make things difficult for you. Just treat me as an ordinary employee… It would be best if the pay could be a bit higher.”

What she was talking about was indeed quite common in real life. When classmates turn into employer-employee, neither side can manage that dynamic well.

The misalignment of relationship dynamics, perspectives, and thought processes is not easy to adapt to, especially for young people.

So what she said hit the nail on the head. Without experiencing pains and reflections, young people wouldn’t have this realization.

Feng Jun couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, you’ve really been through a lot of hardship.

But he still couldn’t agree to her proposal. “My business… well, how to put it? You wouldn’t be able to help.”

“It’s just a bit of danger, right? I’m not scared,” in Li Xiaobin’s mind, Feng Jun’s enterprise was probably involved with the criminal underworld, but that didn’t frighten her—having worked at nightclubs as a performer, diving a little deeper wouldn’t make much difference.

But I never planned to be a businessman, Feng Jun found it somewhat ironic. He didn’t lack money now, and his future focus would definitely be on cultivation and his spiritual journey. Money was just a means to an end for him.

However, hearing Li Xiaobin speak like that, he felt a slight stir inside. In fact, I have a bit of spare cash, I could totally start a company, just do some random business.

Like that performance bar, we don’t aim to make money, just to have fun, and it could provide convenience when necessary.

But could I really leave such an operation entirely in her hands? Feng Jun pondered for a moment before slowly responding, “That’s what you say, not afraid of danger… However, I haven’t registered the company yet.”

Not registered, and already made so much? Li Xiaobin’s eyes lit up, “No problem, I can start as your personal assistant… or secretary.”

“Secretary?” Feng Jun looked at her oddly.

“Yes, secretary,” Li Xiaobin shot back an odd look, “‘Busy with the secretary when there’s work, busy with work when there’s no secretary’ type of secretary. The question is… do you have the guts?”

A performer who had been through nightclubs wasn’t shy about such bawdy talk.

“Is that the way to speak to your boss?” Feng Jun shot her a look, face hardening, “No manners!”

“Fine, my bad,” Li Xiaobin realized that she couldn’t “take advantage of her classmate status” anymore. Despite securing her job, she felt an inexplicable emptiness.

To hide this sentiment, she asked out loud, “How about the salary?”

“A month… let’s say fifty thousand for now,” Feng Jun spoke casually, “I can’t give you too much, I’ll have to see your performance.”

Fifty thousand… and not too much? Li Xiaobin was a little stunned, “Fatty… how much would it be if you were keeping me?”

Feng Jun glanced at her indifferently, “You’re overthinking it!”

Just then, his mobile phone rang. It was Wang Haifeng calling, “President Feng, those guys from last night have come to me.”