Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun didn’t care about how others evaluated him. After leaving the mall, he slowly flew using his flying backpack. The streets were full of people cleaning up the battlefield, and construction machinery was repairing the ground.

After flying for a while, he found an abandoned house to duck into. When he reappeared, it was in another location, with the two model boxes in his hand nowhere to be seen. His face, body, and clothes had also changed.

Most people were busy cleaning up the battlefield. He believed that someone like him, empty-handed, wouldn’t attract any attention.

And as it turned out, that was indeed the case. No one paid attention to him. After walking for a while, someone came over to greet him, "Hey, friend, need any insect carcasses? We have battlefield footage, all paperwork is in order, guaranteed to be exchangeable for merit."

Feng Jun stopped and took a look at the newcomer, finding a strong man with a scar on his face, exuding a tough aura. It was clear that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

However, he certainly wasn’t afraid of the other person. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "These things you’re talking about... what’s the going rate?"

"Exchanging healing medicine and food," the strong man clearly stated, "You just name your price if you have them."

Feng Jun looked down at himself and laughed, "What, do I look like the kind of person who has a lot of resources at a glance?"

"It’s quite possible," the strong man stared at him, not blinking, giving off an aggressive vibe. This might be a strategy, but unfortunately, it didn’t have much of an effect on Feng Jun.

He spoke softly, "Everyone’s busy, but here you are, so relaxed. I can sense... your relaxed attitude."

Feng Jun touched his nose, frowned as he thought, then asked solemnly, "How many insect carcasses do you have?"

"However many you need, I can get them for you," the strong man replied in a deep voice. After a pause, he added softly, "I’m from the Chen Clan Association. You can investigate our sources."

"The Clan Association..." Feng Jun pondered. In the Human Federation, there aren’t many charitable organizations. Once ordinary people encounter difficulties, besides self-rescue, the main rescue forces come from organizations like the Clan Association.

He sized up the other person with a solemn expression and said, "I can get some food and medicine, but I’m not interested in insect carcasses. Do you have anything else?"

When the strong man heard "I can get some," he raised his hand to grab Feng Jun’s shoulder, but regrettably, Feng Jun stepped aside in a flash.

"Don’t get me wrong," he quickly spread his hands and spoke rapidly, "We, the Chen Clan Association, have more than seventy thousand members. If you’re aware, you know we cherish our reputation."

"Even if you don’t cherish it, I’m not afraid," Feng Jun laughed, "How about this, why don’t you name two famous people from the Chen Family to intimidate me?"

"No need," the strong man’s eyes narrowed slightly, shaking his head and answering solemnly, "I just want to trade with you. There’s no need to bring up famous people, you probably can’t provide much medicine and food."

"Heh," Feng Jun chuckled softly, "If the quantity is small, why would I bother talking with you?"

Then he turned to leave, "But you... you seem like a small fry, really a waste of my time."

"Hold on, sir," the strong man quickly darted forward, blocking Feng Jun’s path, "Perhaps we could..."

Feng Jun didn’t stop, nor did he make any defensive moves. He just walked straight ahead, bumping the strong man back seven or eight steps.

"Ninth Brother, what’s going on?" a skinny young man not far away was prying insect carcasses from the ground. Seeing this, he ran over quickly, "Do you need help?"

The strong man glanced at him, then waved his hand dismissively, "None of your business, just keep working... friend, please wait!"

This time, he didn’t dare to rush in front of Feng Jun again. He just followed along, speaking quickly from the side, "Friend, if you have a large amount of medicine and food, I can find someone with enough status to negotiate with you... you can name your price, how about that?"

"Not great, I’m not interested in money," Feng Jun answered casually, "I just want to know what you can offer me in return."

"Anything," the strong man answered without hesitation, "Just name your price... uh, except we don’t do illegal things."

Feng Jun turned his head to look at him seriously, asking, "How do you define illegal, by the Federation’s law?"

Today, he originally planned to scout around the military headquarters for a revenge action, but after helping the guards at the mall and contacting several locals for a day, a strong sense of compassion arose in his heart.

If possible, he was willing to do something for these people, whether it was for the big sister or the strong man in front of him—people who didn’t even want merit, just some medicine.

As for whether the other party was trying to trap him through some underhanded means, Feng Jun believed this possibility could be basically ignored—right now on Xingzheng Star, merit or Federation currency wasn’t very useful, while medicine was a real necessity.

In short, the military might be unfriendly to him, but the Human Race on Xingzheng Star was innocent.

However, he wasn’t determined to help the other party— the name "Chen Clan Association" sounds like a group with some potential for cooperation, but whether it’s truly worth collaborating remains to be seen.

"The Federation’s laws..." The burly man hesitated for a moment, then instinctively answered, "Of course, we must comply with the Federation... Wait, there are parts of Federation laws that people criticize."

There are quite a few complaints from Frontier Star about the Federation’s laws, especially the "Frontier Star Resident Management Measures."

Everyone knows there are reasons for the Federation’s actions, but being members of the Federation, they can’t freely enter and exit the core area, giving them a feeling of discrimination.

So, collecting his thoughts, he replied, "As long as it doesn’t go against public order... Like now, I’m privately trading insect-killing merits, which is clearly illegal, but I have no choice."

Feng Jun nodded his head, satisfied with this answer, "Then... can you help me get some military supplies?"

"Military supplies..." The burly man hesitated a bit but resolutely nodded, "There are some, but not much. You know, everyone is short on these, especially energy blocks; I really can’t provide you with those."

With his hands behind his back, Feng Jun looked at him indifferently, "Can you get main battleships? And their supporting combat units?"

"Are you kidding me," the burly man shook his head with a wry smile, "That’s impossible... Besides, it goes against public order."

"Does it really?" Feng Jun scoffed, "Surely you know, the supplies the Seventh Army under Fang Yingwu received in outer space came from frontline arms dealers... Did they violate public order?"

Private transactions of military supplies are outright banned by the Federation, especially with the army, but in Fang Yingwu’s environment, no one cares about arms dealers, even the Federal Government turns a blind eye, pretends not to see.

The burly man knew exactly what Feng Jun meant, he hesitated but still shook his head with a bitter smile, "Indeed, it doesn’t truly violate public order, but we in the Chen Family are upright people."

"Then stop talking," Feng Jun raised his hand, patting him on the shoulder, "You’re dissatisfied with being called a small fry... Forget it, meeting is fate, I’ll give you some medicine and food later, but you can’t keep it all to yourself!"

"Hmm?" The burly man was taken aback, but in the next moment, the person by his side had vanished.

He frowned slightly, turned his head, and beckoned to a lean young man carrying insect corpses in the distance, "San San, where did the person who just spoke to me... go?"

"How should I know?" The lean young man replied casually, "Anyway, the person turned the corner at the end of the street, but Ninth Brother, you’ve been standing here the whole time... I dared not ask what you’re thinking."

About two hours later, a one-armed man passed by Ninth Brother, casually tossing him a doorplate, "Go here to get the goods, don’t follow me, or bear the consequences!"

Ninth Brother took two steps forward but ultimately couldn’t muster the courage to stop the man.

With a doorplate, finding the place was convenient. An hour later, Ninth Brother drove a hovercraft, accompanied by two burly men, to the indicated location; sure enough, it was also a standalone villa, but extremely destroyed.

Just then, rain began to fall, and it wasn’t light.

Due to the lighting restrictions, Ninth Brother used a dim flashlight, while someone donned night-vision goggles, trudging into the yard, "Whoever owned this place is gone, but the place to store things... might be that kitchen over there?"

Every household on Frontier Star has numerous residents, usually possessing their own kitchen, and the design and location of kitchens are largely the same.

This villa’s kitchen was just a corner and had a remaining half roof; the sheltered area probably covered about four to five square meters.

When they got closer and saw it, the three of them gasped in surprise, "Wow, so many things?"

Inside the kitchen were neatly piled wooden crates, covering roughly seven to eight square meters, stacked about two and a half meters high, covered in city camouflage shielding tarp, thanks to the surrounding remnants being sufficiently high, they couldn’t be seen from the outside.

In fact, with those tarps covering, it’s also difficult to spot these crates from the air.

"That’s a lot of stuff," a young man whispered, "Ninth Brother... we don’t have enough space in our vehicle."

"Call San San’s vehicle here; he has a night pass," Ninth Brother commanded in a deep voice, "Remember to tell him not to spread the word; if he stirs up trouble, I won’t let him off lightly!"

The young man went to call San San, while another hesitated before gathering courage to ask, "Ninth Brother, shouldn’t we check first to see what’s in the crates? In case someone is trying to harm us, then..."

"Would they need to go to such lengths to harm us?" Ninth Brother coldly interrupted, his facial scars twisting in the dim light, making him look even more menacing, "They just need to ignore us, and we wouldn’t last a few days."

Then, he sighed lightly, "Others say we’re small figures; I was a bit offended at first, but now it seems we really are petty-minded."