Chapter 47

Fang Tianfeng felt fortunate in his heart. At the time, if he had groveled for money and mixed with Pang Jingzhou, he might have accumulated a large fortune in a short period, and even had a chance to help Pang Jingzhou and the high official turn the tide. However, the result would have been that in a few years, he would have been devoured by the terrifying resentment, and everything would have turned to foam.

Fang Tianfeng now felt that his stubbornness and obstinacy were sometimes a good thing.

"From now on, I must act steadily and not ignore potential problems for the sake of money."

Meng Decai, Shi Weicheng, Zhang Bowen, and Li Zong were mostly sober, staring at him nervously, wanting to know what had happened.

Shen Xin asked curiously, "Xiaofeng, there's no one else around. What exactly happened?"

Fang Tianfeng scanned the five people seriously and said solemnly, "I will only say this once, whether you believe it or not. From now on, stay away from Pang Jingzhou and cut off all ties with him. In half a year, everything will become clear. Whoever doesn't believe me and insists on getting close to Pang Jingzhou, don't blame me when their family is destroyed."

The originally robust Shi Weicheng, now like a chick pecking at rice, nodded repeatedly and said, "Right! Right! Right! We must not have any connection with Pang Jingzhou. When I get the chance, I'll spit in his face and make him hate me! Don't think I'm lying; you all saw what happened to Cheng Zong, Lu Zong, and the others."

Zhang Bowen, who had just witnessed Fang Tianfeng's power, pounded his chest and said, "Master Fang's words are like an imperial edict. No one can doubt Master Fang. I'll check everything carefully tomorrow and cut off all ties with Pang Jingzhou."

Meng Decai's eyes gleamed, and he chuckled, "If this news is true, it's not just valuable, it's extremely valuable! Master Fang, if I can benefit from this, I won't forget you. How about you come to my company as an honorary advisor? I know about your sect's rules, so I won't give you too much, just 50,000 a month. Come to my company once a month, and if you find any problems, you'll get a 100,000 bonus. What do you think?"

Shi Weicheng's eyes flickered, seemingly with some difficulty, and he said with a red face, "I'm not as wealthy as Meng Zong. The highest salary in my company is less than 50,000, and I don't earn money every day. I often get delayed payments for projects. I'll offer 20,000 a month."

Zhang Bowen immediately shouted, "I'll also offer 50,000 a month! Master Fang, it's an honorary position, so you can take multiple ones!"

Li Zong was even more straightforward, saying, "Master Fang, whenever you want a car, just come to my store and pick one!"

Fang Tianfeng knew they were influenced by both alcohol and the news about Pang Jingzhou, so he smiled and said, "I'm not in a position to accept so much money right now. Let's wait until the matter with Pang Jingzhou is settled, and then I'll give you a definite answer."

"Alright!"

After saying goodbye to the four people, Shen Xin drove Fang Tianfeng home. While driving, she said, "Xiaofeng, just predicting others' fortunes is too much of a loss. You should think of ways to make money for yourself. You're so good at predicting, can't you do stocks, futures, or foreign exchange?"

Fang Tianfeng quickly replied, "Sister Xin, you're asking for my life. That's too deep, and I don't want to get into trouble."

"But you have to think of something."

"Don't worry, I've been thinking about it. I'll take it step by step. Once I have a solid foundation and enough cultivation, I'll take action. I can't be a house inspector forever; I want to buy a villa like this one!"

"That's the Xiaofeng I like. Come here, let me kiss you!"

"Drive properly!"

Fang Tianfeng had indeed thought about making money through the stock market, but the stock market is not just about individual stocks; it's a complex web of official, noble, and financial influences, affecting thousands of people. With Fang Tianfeng's current cultivation, not making money is fine, but once he starts making money, it could trigger unexpected events, creating a butterfly effect and leading to chaotic influences.

This is far more terrifying than being devoured by resentment.

Futures and foreign exchange are similar to the stock market, controlled by large players with many uncertainties. Fang Tianfeng's primary goal is to enhance his cultivation. Without enough cultivation, making money is not reassuring; with enough cultivation, he can make a lot of money despite the chaotic influences, and no one can stop him.

Fang Tianfeng's goal is to do business, which is less affected by chaotic influences, but he hasn't decided what to do yet and needs to think about it carefully.

At home, Fang Tianfeng took a shower, got into bed, and logged into WeChat and QQ. He found that Yue Chengyu had added him to a WeChat group called "Junior High School Classmates." He set it to silent and then read the messages Yue Chengyu had sent him.

"Are you there?"

Fang Tianfeng sent a voice message, "Just got home. What's up?"

"Have you seen the junior high school group?"

" Haven't seen it yet. What's going on?"

"The rich kids from junior high are planning a class reunion. They originally said it would be during the New Year, but some said they wouldn't have time then, so someone suggested a reunion soon. The time and place haven't been decided yet. Xiao Li said she's going, and I miss her so much, I have to go."

Xiao Li was the former class entertainment committee member, Wang Li. She was plain-looking but lively and outgoing, good at singing and dancing, and very popular in the class. Yue Chengyu had always liked her.

"Don't mention Xiao Li. Do you forget how you cried at her wedding? I'm not going. We old classmates meet up almost every year, and the relationships with others have faded. It's not worth it."

Yue Chengyu said, "If you don't go, it'll be even less fun for me. They say Xiao Qiao might come too. Don't tell me you're not interested."

Hearing "Xiao Qiao," Fang Tianfeng's heart involuntarily quickened, but he pretended to be indifferent, "We'll see. I might not have time."

"Damn! You're not being a good friend!"

After a while, Yue Chengyu asked again, "So, are you going?"

"We'll see."

"..."

After ending the chat, Fang Tianfeng started browsing forums and Weibo, occasionally scanning Baidu Tieba. In the end, he couldn't resist and started looking at the chat records in the junior high school group and listening to the conversations in the Weibo group.

Seeing familiar yet unfamiliar names and hearing familiar yet unfamiliar voices, he felt a sense of warmth, after all, they had spent three years together.

Whenever someone mentioned Qiao Ting, Fang Tianfeng's heart would stir.

Although they were classmates from elementary school, junior high, and high school, for some reason, Qiao Ting's appearance in Fang Tianfeng's mind had become blurry.

However, he clearly remembered the Qiao Ting who often washed the tablecloths, the Qiao Ting who sweetly asked her desk mate for an eraser, the Qiao Ting who listened to the teacher attentively, the Qiao Ting who was the class president, the Qiao Ting who led the exercises, the Qiao Ting who recited poetry, the Qiao Ting who received love letters and blushed, the Qiao Ting who firmly rejected a classmate's advances and called out Fang Tianfeng's name for help, the Qiao Ting who stunned the entire school with her ballet performance of "Swan Lake" at the school arts festival, and the Qiao Ting who became even more proud after her father was imprisoned.

The Qiao Ting who was called "Xiao Qiao" by her classmates.

Just because she did something incredibly unbelievable, Fang Tianfeng was branded a traitor to his brothers and had a falling out with his dorm mates three years ago, and they haven't spoken since.

Fang Tianfeng couldn't remember her face, but he remembered that she was always a swan, proud, elegant, and serene, untouched by anyone.

Since watching Qiao Ting's "Swan Lake," Fang Tianfeng's heart had been filled with a graceful and elegant figure. He tried to erase it several times but failed, and it remained deep in his heart, hoping never to be remembered again.

Unexpectedly, that figure appeared again. Fang Tianfeng smiled faintly, feeling a mix of helplessness, disappointment, and a bit of nostalgia.

Fang Tianfeng carefully searched through the members of the junior high school group, finally looking at "Qiao Ting" and her dim profile picture, sighing softly, and putting down his phone to sleep.

Fang Tianfeng's heart was a bit restless, and for the first time since practicing the Heavenly Fortune Technique, he didn't sleep well.

Early in the morning, Fang Tianfeng received a grand thank you from An Tian Tian, who said that although the honey ribs and West Lake vinegar fish had been reheated, they were the best she had ever eaten. She asked where Fang Tianfeng had eaten them, saying she would definitely go on her next food trip.

Fang Tianfeng mentioned the Yujiang Hotel, and An Tian Tian fell silent for a moment before decisively suggesting a different place.

The junior high school Weibo and QQ groups became increasingly lively, and Fang Tianfeng watched from the sidelines, trying to act indifferent but secretly hoping Qiao Ting would appear.

A few days passed quietly, and the only change in Fang Tianfeng was that his Qi River grew longer, and more Qi Soldier swords appeared.

During this time, Shen Xin took Fang Tianfeng to visit her grandmother, and they had a brief conversation. She asked Fang Tianfeng to check her health. Mrs. Leng was very healthy, and her minor issues were due to her age.

However, Fang Tianfeng knew that Mrs. Leng's real intention was to find out about Pang Jingzhou, but he didn't know much more.

On a very ordinary afternoon, Fang Tianfeng received a very unusual call.

Nie Xiaoyao actually called.

"Hello, is this Fang Tianfeng?" Nie Xiaoyao's voice was soft and sweet, full of charm.

Fang Tianfeng was taken aback, picturing Nie Xiaoyao in a black suit and white shirt, wearing black-rimmed glasses, sitting in an office chair with her legs crossed, her bewitching gaze, and her fiery red lips, and her unforgettable cleavage.

"Hello, Secretary Nie, this is Fang Tianfeng."

"Since you're not at the company, just call me Xiaoyao."

Fang Tianfeng was completely unaffected by her charm and asked directly, "Secretary Nie, what's up?"

"Nothing much. Back then, I was wrongly accused, and I had a bad temper, so I misunderstood you and made things difficult for you. Now, thinking back, I feel quite regretful, so I want to apologize. Actually, among all the men in the company, none were as stubborn as you. If you had been more patient, I wouldn't have treated you that way. Sigh, but you left, and I actually missed you."

Fang Tianfeng knew Nie Xiaoyao too well. She must have learned something to say this; she wouldn't just soften up for no reason.

"Thank you, Secretary Nie. Looking back, those things weren't that big a deal. No one lives in the past. Since you've opened up, I should apologize too. If there's a chance, I'll raise a glass to make amends."

Fang Tianfeng said this casually, but Nie Xiaoyao immediately seized the opportunity.