Big Data Cultivation

Facing Feng Jun’s response, Beauty Lin reacted methodically.

She expressed calmly, "I know the Military Medical University has invested in a production line, brought by you, Elder Feng. The new medicine hasn’t been approved but is already being sold, and the results are quite good... Remarkably, it hasn’t followed the health supplement model."

The tricks within Huaxia’s supplement industry are really beyond words, but there’s no choice, there are just that many loopholes to exploit.

Beauty Lin once thought that during the initial promotion phase of such drugs, because they couldn’t be sold publicly, they would inevitably follow that model.

But unexpectedly, Luohua took the military channel—by doing so, the final drug approval becomes a bit easier, but the drawback is also very obvious: it’s hard to quickly capture significant profits... The military is powerful, but many people don’t recognize it!

Feng Jun naturally replied, "Director Yang and I don’t like health supplements. I’d rather bump and stumble like this than claim therapeutic medicines are supplements, that would be too disgraceful... Mainly, it’s Director Yang’s insistence. I’m just responsible for supporting."

"I know you support her a lot," Beauty Lin nodded and then continued speaking, "So, are you interested in the diabetes medication production line?"

Feng Jun paused for a moment, took a drag on his cigarette, and then laughed, "Your eavesdropping is truly everywhere."

"That’s not our problem, it’s just that Luohua is too important. Ignoring Luohua’s information is equivalent to dereliction of duty," Beauty Lin said solemnly, "If a mutual trust communication channel can be established, I can assure... to remove all eavesdropping."

"Hehe," Feng Jun chuckled, "Are you the one who can make such decisions?"

"Of course I can’t make decisions," Beauty Lin replied serenely, "But internally, we reached a consensus long ago. As long as you are willing to open up and communicate comprehensively... Who, with any mental health, would like eavesdropping secretly?"

"That’s just your predicament, I have mine," Feng Jun shook his head, "Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore, from what you say, it seems like you’ve found a manufacturer for the medicine?"

"No," Beauty Lin shook her head decisively, "We found more than one, but none are pharmaceutical manufacturers... They’re all companies that produce supplements."

"Supplements?" Feng Jun’s expression turned peculiar, "Are you implying unavoidable connections? I don’t think anyone has the right to force me to choose a partner."

"No one would dare to force you," Beauty Lin stated seriously, "Speaking of others, none of us would agree!"

"Whether you agree or not, is that important?" Feng Jun chuckled indifferently, having interacted for so many years, they’ve been profiling him, as he has been profiling them, so he understands their functions well.

Beauty Lin’s words have some exaggeration—if you’ve really made it big, would you need to sit outside my house for years?

Then he adopted a formal expression, "Anyone who wishes to negotiate can talk to Yang Yuxin... or Yu Qingzhu, you can’t reject these miscellaneous people, leave them to us instead of acting as lobbyists for them."

"You!" Beauty Lin was so exasperated that she pointed a finger at him but eventually turned it into a long sigh, "I’m not a lobbyist."

"Not a lobbyist?" Feng Jun laughed, "Trying to sell my medicine as health supplements... won’t your conscience ache?"

Beauty Lin paused for a long time, then answered quietly, "Since you put it that way, let me ask you, isn’t the Three-Life Old Wine a supplement? Wasn’t it developed by you? Let me tell you... don’t use Ye Qingyi as a shield, that would make me look down on you."

Ye Qingyi? Feng Jun was initially taken aback, then smiled helplessly, "Alright, you may look down then, Three-Life Old Wine did acquire its raw liquid from me, but that’s direct sales, I have my own business concepts, let’s not force things arbitrarily."

"See, it’s double standards, isn’t it?" Beauty Lin raised a finger to him, speaking with a somewhat mocking tone.

"You sell supplements that’s direct sales, others sell supplements that’s nonsense. If, like Director Yang, you never sold supplements, I’d acknowledge it... But without knowing anything, deeming others’ supplement sales inappropriate, isn’t it a bit lacking in grace?"

Feng Jun paused and then nodded, "Yes, it does lack a bit of grace."

Then he stopped speaking, Beauty Lin waited a while, then chuckled softly, "Alright, go on with your ’but’."

"Nothing ’but’," Feng Jun replied broadly, "I won’t make statements of confidence in integrity, I control my own business dealings, others’ dealings, I can’t intervene even if the raw liquid was sold by me... I’m principled."

"Feel free to intervene," Beauty Lin stated decisively, "As long as you feel it’s unsuitable, from the top to the bottom, everyone’s at your disposal."

This time, Feng Jun was truly taken aback, "Is it that intense?"

In fact, he has taken tougher actions when dealing with unruly people, but this is officially permitted, and allows him to deal with people not from the underworld, but within the system—at least those with official backgrounds.

Feng Jun found it somewhat incredible: Just a word from him, and he could bring down a county magistrate—backed by official authority?

When a person reaches his level of wealth, saying a word can bring down not just a county magistrate but a magistrate, too—many have done it before him.

But anyone truly wishing to do so isn’t completed with just a mighty posture; it requires a series of interest exchanges to achieve such objectives—what one gains must come with a price.

However, Feng Jun never considered such matters, nor sought to do so, even though his wealth eclipses global standings, with the accumulated wealth of the top five hundred richest combined falling far behind him.

It’s not that he hasn’t adjusted his mindset properly, although, indeed his mindset hasn’t been aligning—he didn’t regard these worldly chicanery, solely aiming for resources within the Cultivation World, for other matters... are they worth contending for?

Yet, if he truly chooses to be calculative, few could bear it, setting aside, for instance, someone donating tens of thousands of tons of gold annually to bolster Huaxia’s currency’s gold standard—who would dare provoke him?

However, he’s never inclined towards meddling in Earth Realm affairs, nor liked to seek favors, never pondering such actions until now, therefore, feels a bit surprised—is this recognition of some peculiar privileges from an official stance?

He doesn’t need these to bring someone down, now someone acknowledges he can exert system influence... It’s unfamiliar.

"This is our sincerity!" Beauty Lin replied, smiling.

What she worried most about was Feng Jun not considering the system at all—young people inherently lack understanding of how society operates, and if still not grasping by their forties or fifties, that depends on comprehension.

She prefers to call it "social intelligence," neither intelligence nor emotional intelligence, testing your ability to interact in society and survive.

To put it simply, many ability-surging young people are easily inflated, dismissing everything.

His reaction reassured her—she knows Feng Jun’s profile, he’s rational.

She also believed he understood what consequences he brought upon himself.

However, Feng Jun had little interest in pondering this; straightforward, he shook his head, "I just want to do business, not into unexpected occurrences, just introduce an earnest partner to me, of course, if the partner isn’t suitable... you know the consequences."

Beauty Lin knew him too well, after so many years of profiling not in vain, her eyes flickered, "Since you put it that way, let me help you choose... My uncle happens to run a supplement company."

"You..." Feng Jun’s mouth twitched, slightly dazed, finally nodding, "Okay, I’ve said my piece, be careful."

Beauty Lin laughed cheerfully, she didn’t have an uncle running a supplement company; indeed, she doesn’t even have an uncle, only a cousin uncle who runs a small hardware processing factory, contracting some catering, hotel kitchen equipment customization.

Frankly, she used the pretension to test Feng Jun’s attitude towards the medicine production line, and if the target tolerates such apparent abuse of power, then the operational space for her side expands.

Whether her uncle would appear to complete the task, Beauty Lin didn’t know.

According to her analysis, her cousin uncle might be "strongly invited" to join the diabetes supplement venture, serving as a surface guise—after all, no one can guarantee Feng Jun won’t decide to visit.

Of course, those aren’t considerations for Beauty Lin; her mood was uplifted so she asked again, "How long until you acquire that production line?"

Feng Jun looked at her perplexed, "Do you think this is a restaurant where you order a dish, and I can make it that fast?"

"Finding a production line, that’s not immediate, might take some time, what period do you want me to give you?"

"Just casually asking," Beauty Lin responded with a radiant smile, "It always feels like you’re capable of anything, since it poses challenges, let’s take it slow... Can we provide any help?"

Feng Jun glanced at her disapprovingly, "It’s wartime over there, ten thousand, a hundred thousand soldiers wounded or dead, think you can offer some help?"

On this topic, she wasn’t afraid, her chest puffed out, "It’s alright, our warriors aren’t afraid of sacrifice... If we can initially set up a military observation group, that would be best."

Feng Jun looked at her with frustration, "Don’t even think about it, don’t assume I’ve acquired these things and provided them to you free of charge, without any risk, I really owe you nothing... Right?"

(Third update reached, wishing everyone a happy New Year’s Day, asking for double monthly vote minimum.)