Big Data Cultivation

Although the Qin Family’s safehouse is somewhat of a chicken rib, it’s still sufficient for use as a temporary warehouse.

The proprietress wasn’t truly unable to find another warehouse, but she noticed that her brother-in-law was somewhat unsettled, and she couldn’t share everything she knew with him without reservation.

In simple terms, it’s not that she didn’t trust her brother-in-law, but why put people’s hearts to the test?

Moreover, choosing this safehouse might be slightly inconvenient, but it has advantages that an underground parking lot doesn’t; it’s similar to a doomsday fortress, not only a place to seek temporary refuge but also designed with counterattack considerations.

Since there are plans for a counterattack, naturally, the emphasis is on concealment. The proprietress believes the Insect Race can detect the changes in the energy blocks within the mall, but sensing the mass of energy stones inside the safehouse is virtually impossible.

When Feng Jun stealthily entered this safehouse, he couldn’t help but admire: it was akin to the caves he’d seen in the mountains of Western Shu of Huaxia, an equally grand project.

This safehouse had many partitioned small rooms, but the two halls were astonishingly large, each over three hundred meters in length and width, with an area of nearly a hundred thousand square meters and standing over sixty meters high.

Such a hall could essentially hold five million tons of energy stones.

After checking the status of the surveillance equipment, Feng Jun deposited 550,000 tons of energy stones and left leisurely.

The following night, after receiving a message relayed by Ninth Brother, the proprietress invited him to the safehouse to inspect the situation.

Ninth Brother initially wanted to decline, considering it was the Qin Family’s trump card, and it was not appropriate for him to know too much.

However, Sister Qin indicated that in the future, only a few insiders from our two families would handle the energy block conversion here—this information must not be spread further, and she didn’t even want her own son involved in this matter.

Ninth Brother, upon hearing this, agreed it made sense, and the two arranged to go together.

Upon seeing the energy stones in the center of the hall, Ninth Brother couldn’t help but exclaim, "I’ve seen many big figures and grand gestures, but with this person’s approach, I can only say two words... admiration!"

"Not stingy at all," the proprietress concurred, "and this safehouse is quite secretive, with not all the passages open. Transporting so many energy stones overnight is something ordinary people truly can’t accomplish."

"It’s not just that," Ninth Brother felt she missed the key point, "they’ve already prepared the funds to purchase the production line in advance. This isn’t a matter of having enough money... the key is transparency!"

"Actually, it’s also a hint for us not to have any reservations," the proprietress understood well, "cooperation requires honesty, and since he’s achieved that, we must keep pace."

Ninth Brother was silent for a moment before saying, "I actually think this person might genuinely be engaged in charity work."

The proprietress nodded, "Moreover, perhaps with quite a temper, his insight is far superior to many others..."

On the fifth day, Ninth Brother conveyed the message to Feng Jun: the goods from the Wufang Star System were ready, and the address was in a mega-city cluster.

Without suspicion, Feng Jun teleported directly there and only found out upon arrival that it was actually a city teeming with adventurers, famous for its chaos.

However, many things are advantageous and disadvantageous at once. Conversely, chaotic places have their own rules, and from certain perspectives, the rules of the underground world might be no worse than those of the official government.

Ninth Brother found a local big shot here, renting dozens of large warehouses near the docks. These warehouses were built by local natives for making some unclear profits. If the government wanted to investigate, local forces and organizations would cause trouble.

As long as the locals make money, they don’t care what clients are transporting. Local organizations earn a bit of protection money and similarly don’t mind the details, because those smuggling goods here are not short of big bosses. Anyone stepping out of line will eventually be taught a lesson.

Following Ninth Brother’s instructions, Feng Jun directly found that local big shot, who was also a leader-level figure of the local organization.

The individual wasn’t interested in too much talk. After the code phrase was matched with Feng Jun, he drove him around to point out the locations of those warehouses and then tossed him a large bunch of keys.

"We don’t care about picking up goods, just move them within a week. If you need me to arrange a ship... extra charge!"

From this, Feng Jun understood their method, and he asked directly, "Is there surveillance?"

"Occasionally during the day," the person replied straightforwardly, "at night, just don’t use high beams when transporting."

Feng Jun asked even more directly, "No one will stop the car to extort money, right?"

In such lawless areas, the chance of encountering roadside bandits is not small. Those stopping cars mostly collect tolls—knowing it’s shady business, a bit of hush money gets you through.

The person glanced at Feng Jun, shook their head casually, "The situation you mentioned only happens on relatively backward planets. This planet is free enough, and there are many outsiders. Those who dare to do such a thing... basically don’t live to adulthood."

Feng Jun nodded, "So, if someone blocks my path, I can just hit them?"

"Of course," the person nodded, answering proudly, "No one will shelter those who break the rules, but I also suggest keeping a low profile during transport. If the locals see it as a provocation, you’ll also have to pay a considerable price."

Feng Jun nodded seriously and replied, "Don’t worry, I’ve always kept a low profile, ensuring everything is done without anyone noticing."

To him, this was a new experience—being told to keep the noise down during transport.

Out of curiosity, he even listened in on this person’s conversation with others that night, only then did he figure out the reason.

Ninth Brother had found this person to help in transporting several pharmaceutical production lines, and they had also shown the person the goods beforehand.

They assumed there was a force trying to counterfeit medicine since the pharmaceutical technologies were mature, and the locals were quite at ease—such transactions were really common, typical smuggling content.

In the Human Federation, there are controls on pharmaceutical production—it’s for curing diseases, not controlling is impossible, but since these aren’t high-profit drugs, and the technology is mature, counterfeiting them is quite simple.

However, promoting counterfeit drugs to the market requires a lot of energy.

Yet in the gray market, money indeed comes fast. Seeking enormous profits from pharmaceutical production isn’t easy, but making small, steady money isn’t an issue at all.

After looking at two sets of production lines, the locals quickly lost interest—nobody would use these things as a front. The cost of two production lines is quite high, and the cost would be too steep to use as a cover.

So Feng Jun, holding onto the key, opened one warehouse after another at night.

Were there curious people? Occasionally, yes, but most of the time, no, and none of the warehouses had surveillance equipment.

Well, some warehouses did have interfaces for surveillance equipment, but they were rusty, indicating they hadn’t been connected in a long time—clearly, these interfaces were likely for a temporary inspection need at some point.

Feng Jun took three days to empty all the warehouses. In fact, he could have done it in a day, but since the conditions here were good, why rush? Making an appearance every night wouldn’t be a bad thing anyway, especially since it wasn’t his true face.

If he wanted, he could set up a Rain Prayer Array, reducing his exposure risk, but he felt it wasn’t necessary—natural rainfall and the prayer for rain have their differences, why invite suspicion?

However, after three days of transport, on the fourth night, it really started to rain, and it rained for a whole day and night.

Without waiting too long, on the rainy morning, he returned the key, indicating he was leaving. Even though the key and lock were simple, he still returned them.

The person receiving the key was a bit surprised: The warehouses used primitive locks instead of access control to not leave electronic traces, giving customers peace of mind and saving effort.

As for the locks, they were usually taken away or discarded after use, so returning the keys wasn’t necessary—what if someone made an extra key?

He couldn’t help but murmur a bit, "No need, the storage fee has been paid, you could even take the lock with you."

"What if someone steals electricity?" Feng Jun’s thought process was peculiar. The warehouse had sockets and wireless charging equipment; using them too sparsely wouldn’t trigger the circuit analysis system’s breaker.

He was completely speechless, "This friend... has quite a high level of integrity."

Feng Jun, this time, left with not only three production lines and some raw materials but also eighty thousand tons of medical equipment, medicine, and food—thirty thousand tons more than Ninth Brother had planned. According to the agreed division, he only needed to bring twenty-four thousand tons to Xingzheng Star.

This time, Feng Jun didn’t intend to give more. Besides the concerns of "an ounce of kindness turns to a grain of enmity," he felt he should stockpile some materials, lest he find himself in a place like Youjing wanting to do charity but having nothing to offer.

Even if he doesn’t do charity work, keeping some corresponding emergency resources on hand could be useful in the Earth Realm, right?

In essence, he had already prepared five pharmaceutical production lines for the Earth Realm, but they were all for chronic illness. He really hadn’t set up any lines for treating trauma or acute conditions, so storing some ready-made medicines wasn’t a bad idea.

After handing over the key, he went straight to the border Xingzheng Star, but when he sensed the underground warehouse of the metal recycling company, he couldn’t help but shake his head—out of two hundred thousand tons of energy stones, half still hadn’t been converted to energy blocks.

Under these circumstances, even if he sent them over, the warehouse wouldn’t be able to store them!

Feng Jun thought to himself: Forget it, I’d better return to White Pebble Beach first.