Feng Yu was somewhat at a loss. The course of history had been altered, but was this a good thing or a bad thing?
On the positive side, perhaps this gang would disappear earlier, but there were also things that worried him greatly. Would the global economic trend undergo some significant changes because of this little butterfly effect?
However, Feng Yu soon felt relieved. Although he wasn't a very famous investment expert in his previous life, he did have nearly twenty years of investment experience. In this era, he might not be ahead of everyone, but he was certainly ahead of most people.
Even if the economic trend changed and he couldn't make a huge profit, he already had a few million in assets. Even with the most conservative investment in a building, he could live a carefree life. Besides, he had also taken the time to look at the stock market these past few days. Just like in his previous life, the stock market was just beginning, and there wasn't even an exchange. The stocks issued were just pieces of paper, like treasury bonds!
Although Song Xiaofeng didn't die, he should have learned a severe lesson. Moreover, with the city leaders speaking up, even Song Laosi would have to keep a low profile, let alone Song Xiaofeng.
Soon, Feng Yu received another piece of good news. Kirillenko said that the second batch of used luxury cars was ready, and they could ship them as soon as Feng Yu made the payment.
As usual, he paid a 10% deposit and would settle the remaining balance after the cars were unloaded. Feng Yu later thought that Kirillenko's quote was definitely a bit high.
However, in business, both parties need to make a profit to sustain the relationship. Besides, this price was completely acceptable to Feng Yu. Not to mention, the first batch of cars had sold out in Bingcheng.
Feng Yu was extremely grateful to the bank. If there were convenient car loans available, many small business owners might choose to take out loans to buy new cars instead of opting for refurbished used luxury cars.
Kirillenko also placed an order for a batch of goods from China, mainly textiles and food. With the remaining 20,000 rubles, Feng Yu could choose the items freely.
Kirillenko now trusted Feng Yu completely. It seemed that whatever goods Feng Yu selected for him could be easily sold at a high price in the Soviet Union.
Since meeting Feng Yu, Kirillenko felt his luck had skyrocketed. His earnings were increasing rapidly, and he was becoming well-known in the military second-generation circles in the Soviet Union, even benefiting his father.
Song Xiaofeng woke up groggily, feeling pain all over his body. Looking down, he saw that he was wrapped in many bandages, almost like a mummy.
"Master Song, you're awake. Do you feel any discomfort?"
"Everywhere. Where's my Uncle Si? Have they caught that hit-and-run driver?" Song Xiaofeng's first thought was to get that damn truck driver killed!
"Not yet. The car was stolen, and the driver had an accomplice, so he escaped very quickly."
Song Xiaofeng was shocked. "Are you saying they planned to kill me?"
The henchman nodded vigorously. If it wasn't premeditated, why would they steal a car, and why would the driver run? The gravel dumped on Song Xiaofeng's car was clearly meant to bury him alive!
The henchman went to call Song Laosi. Song Xiaofeng was staying at home, and Song Laosi had converted a room into a hospital ward, with doctors and nurses on standby. Who would dare not come?
Seeing Song Laosi, Song Xiaofeng struggled to sit up. "Uncle Si, was it Wang Cripple?"
Song Laosi shook his head. "Not sure, no evidence. There are rumors on the street that it was Yang Baozi, but he has no reason to target you. Don't talk too much, let the doctor check you."
Although Song Xiaofeng looked severely injured, he wasn't actually that badly hurt. He had mostly superficial wounds, no broken bones, and a slight concussion, but his clear thinking suggested he was fine.
"Fourth Master, Master Song should be fine. After the nurse changes his bandages, he won't need any more injections, just some oral medication." The doctor also breathed a sigh of relief. Song Laosi had said that if anything happened to Song Xiaofeng, he would be held responsible!
Song Laosi and the others left, leaving the nurse alone to change Song Xiaofeng's bandages. As the bandages were removed, Song Xiaofeng was left completely naked.
He stared at the nurse, suddenly finding her quite attractive. His hand couldn't resist touching her firm buttocks, a lecherous smile on his face.
The nurse dared to be angry but didn't dare to resist. When she was brought to Song Laosi, she knew this day would come.
Song Xiaofeng was still grinning, but his expression suddenly changed.
What was going on? In the past, when he saw a girl he liked, he would instantly get aroused. Today, after touching her for a while, he had no reaction at all.
Not believing it, he reached under the nurse's skirt, even into her underwear, but still, there was no reaction.
The nurse was relieved and quickly ran out to call the doctor.
"Master Song, what's wrong? Do you feel any other discomfort?" The doctor came in and saw Song Xiaofeng lying naked on the bed, but he wasn't surprised. He had seen the nurse's expression when she left, clearly indicating that this playboy had been up to no good again.
"What do you mean?" The doctor didn't understand.
Song Xiaofeng beckoned, and the nurse, head down, reluctantly walked over. Song Xiaofeng lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear.
The doctor's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but react. But seeing Song Xiaofeng's cold gaze, he quickly looked away. Only then did he realize what Song Xiaofeng meant by "no reaction."
"Master Song, really no reaction at all?"
"See for yourself!" Song Xiaofeng roughly touched the nurse, venting his anger. The nurse endured the pain, not daring to cry out.
"This... the organ isn't damaged. By the way, on the day of the accident, were you in the car with someone?" The doctor suddenly remembered something.
Song Xiaofeng also recalled that day. He had his head buried in the prostitute's chest, and naturally, he was aroused. But the accident scared him stiff.
Could it be that this incident had made him impotent?
After hearing Song Xiaofeng's account, the doctor said it was a psychological issue and suggested he seek other forms of stimulation. If that didn't work, he would have to take aphrodisiacs.
"Get out, all of you, get out!"
Hearing his nephew's shout, Song Laosi pushed the door open and gave the doctor a cold look. "What's going on?" He ignored the nurse with her underwear around her knees.
"Fourth Master, Master Song has a psychological issue. I suggest sending him to Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen, or Guangzhou for treatment. If possible, Hong Kong would be even better. I can handle all his other issues, but I'm powerless with this one."
Song Laosi looked at Song Xiaofeng's flaccid member and understood what the doctor meant. Was the only male in the Song family going to become a eunuch? PS: Second update, please recommend, please collect, please click.