Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun had gotten used to the Big Boss’s various bizarre talks and theories, and didn’t find it difficult to accept—he even had a hunch that the Big Boss was probably not human, and neither was the Guardian.

So what he was considering now was, "Should I expose this guy, or follow the clues? Or perhaps... just take him out?"

"Just take him out," the Big Boss suggested straightforwardly, "You don’t have the credentials to expose him, and following the clues wastes too much time."

"Who says I don’t have the credentials to expose him? Just let the Chen Clan Association report him," Feng Jun replied dismissively, "Though following the clues is indeed a bit troublesome."

"It’s just a Junior Officer, why bother?" the Big Boss remarked indifferently, "Someday, when you quietly infiltrate the military headquarters, you can use him as a scapegoat and not worry about injustice."

"True," Feng Jun nodded, "I’ll think about how to best utilize these guys with ulterior motives."

After analyzing for a long time, he despondently discovered that the most suitable person to use was actually the Earl’s daughter, Salina.

This woman was not only a Lieutenant Colonel, responsible for managing logistics and female soldiers, but also had a direct female Guard Unit under her command, with clearance to participate in military affairs—a rather confidential level.

Furthermore, the Light Blue Camp she belonged to tended towards limited collaboration with the Federation while maintaining some independence.

Anyway, Feng Jun felt that this woman was quite suitable, much more reliable than those in the Red Camp.

The Big Boss supported his idea, "If all else fails, I can lure her out, and you can use your charm."

Feng Jun didn’t bother to interact with it, merely asked curiously, "Lure her out... can you control her mind?"

"Are you talking about that Mental Protection Device?" the Big Boss asked indifferently, then casually remarked, "Such a simplistic thing, as long as you don’t attempt Soul Search, what’s there to worry about? Just send her some illusions."

"Didn’t know you could operate it like this," Feng Jun was quite surprised, but what he really wanted to know was, "That kind of Mental Protection Device, can’t you perform Soul Search either, Senior?"

"Well... I can’t guarantee one hundred percent success," the Big Boss pondered for a moment, exceptionally honest, "I’m not particularly skilled in the aspects of Divine Sense, and people differ; some have strong willpower, making Soul Search difficult even without that device."

"Then forget it," Feng Jun shook his head; he was just casually asking. Forcibly doing Soul Search on others wasn’t very appropriate, and just because someone is a Mortal, it doesn’t mean he should do as he pleased, or he’d become the kind of person he disliked. "Leave when the sun rises."

After sunrise, he really left, but didn’t forget to send that boy back to the basement—the experience of playing in the Mortal World for one day was enough.

Since he was already in the city, he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. In fact, there were plenty of places to hide in the city, especially among some long-collapsed building groups, where the officials no longer searched for life signal traits, making his hiding quite safe.

During the daytime, the Insect Race continued to perform harassment attacks, while Feng Jun merely watched coldly, grasping the city’s dynamics in time. Most of the time, he was sorting out the materials, processes, and other project information he’d collected.

These items were quite cumbersome to organize—not just in volume, but he also had to materialize the content into an electronic version—not including translation, or he felt that even with database matching, it would take him a year to translate alone.

Thus, more translation talents on Earth needed to be cultivated, which Feng Jun planned as the next stage of his work focus.

While working, time passed quickly, unknowingly, a day passed. Today, the Insect Race’s offensive was even fiercer than yesterday, leaving behind many corpses.

Of course, the sacrifices of the Human Race should have increased as well, but Feng Jun hadn’t teamed up with the Human Race, so he didn’t have firsthand information.

As dusk fell, the Insect Race retreated again, and the Human Race began to clean the streets, while Feng Jun wandered out again, being about a block away from Ninth Brother.

He didn’t plan to rely on one tree, and if he could meet other forces also looking for medicine, as long as they met his standards, he didn’t mind offering help once more.

However, he didn’t expect that during the day, Ninth Brother finally posted his appearance on the Chen Clan Association’s group—that was a couple of relatively clear photos taken from official footage.

The figure Feng Jun transformed into, was the same as yesterday, even in attire, and by unlucky chance, he happened to be on a street where the Chen Family was cleaning up insect corpses.

Someone spotted Feng Jun—the key was that he was swaggering around empty-handed, which itself made him look somewhat peculiar.

Upon hearing the news, Ninth Brother immediately rushed over, only to be told the person had entered a ruin.

He quickly walked into the ruins, searched left and right for a long time, but didn’t find a single person. Just as he was puzzled, someone spoke behind him, "Are you looking for me?"

Startled, he turned around, but quickly delighted, "Friend, you really are here! You wanted me to consider things I could offer, so I went back and compiled a list for you..."

Feng Jun actually already knew the general content of the list, but he still took the list and carefully looked at it item by item.

This guy added some content to the list; although the additions were primarily explanations, it really showed he put some thought into it.

Seeing him remain silent, Ninth Brother finally gathered the courage to ask, "Do you need anything from this list?"

"A few things," Feng Jun answered casually, "but nothing particularly urgent. I’m currently pondering which aspects to prioritize."

"Well, please consider it carefully," Ninth Brother finally took a deep breath. His biggest worry was the other party’s indifference to the list; as long as there was interest, things would be easier to handle.

But the next moment, he thought of a rather concerning possibility, "Could it be that there aren’t many medicines left, and that’s why you’re having difficulty?"

Feng Jun nodded and replied earnestly, "Indeed, not many left. I’ve given out quite a few medicines, actually in a charitable manner, you know?"

Charitable donations weren’t popular in the Human Federation, but there were still people doing it. Ninth Brother also knew about this situation and let out a wry smile, "So, yesterday, you were doing charity."

"We do charity quite often," Feng Jun replied leisurely, "I’ve not seen many people who can offer decent items... Honestly, I don’t mind much. It’s just that you could produce this list; I feel a bit embarrassed and need to think of ways to find more medicines."

The medicines he had on hand were already limited. These were prepared last time during a production line setup, when He Runxian arranged for people to prepare them—considering that brokers might mine privately, the possibility of work-related injuries surely exists, so he had the Pioneer Bank stock up more.

Ninth Brother was anxious upon hearing this and couldn’t help but say, "I truly thought you had plenty of stock, but now... I’m curious, what do you plan to use to buy the Federation’s main battleship?"

"I can use Federation currency to buy it," Feng Jun looked at him with surprise, "Is that not possible?"

"That’s just... impossible," Ninth Brother shook his head, laughing and crying at the same time. He was actually on the verge of losing his temper, but considering the other party was doing charity, he felt admiration and, more importantly, he was a beneficiary.

So he earnestly explained, "Buying a main military battleship privately is certainly illegal. Even if we had the capability to acquire a main battleship, it wouldn’t be sold for Federation currency; it could only be exchanged for medicines and food."

"I haven’t said I couldn’t get medicines and food, right?" Feng Jun frowned slightly, speaking unhappily, "I just said that what I have is nearly used up; there has to be a process for restocking, right?"

"Restocking?" Ninth Brother’s mouth opened wide in surprise, "On this planet, you can restock?"

Feng Jun glared at him, replying with irritation, "Did I say it was on this planet? You people... why do you all love to distort others’ meanings?"

Not on this planet... Ninth Brother’s eyes suddenly lit up, "You can break through the Insect Race’s blockade?"

"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t," Feng Jun coughed lightly and spoke blandly, "I’m just telling you, it’s not that there aren’t any goods; it just requires some time to prepare the goods. But... what you offer barely interests me to expedite preparations."

Ninth Brother felt a sinking heart, especially the last two sentences, which were really disheartening. So he straightforwardly stated, "Friend, if you can truly get goods ready, pricing is negotiable; double or triple is no issue."

No choice, since the other party felt his goods weren’t attractive enough, he could only use a price increase to entice them.

"You must be joking," Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh, "Medicine prices in surrounding star systems have already doubled. On this planet, forget triple... can you buy medicine even at ten times the price?"

In wartime, the situation is just that cruel. Are medicines really expensive at ten times the price? There’s even hundredfold!

Moreover, people on Xingzheng Star aren’t short on money; many can afford to buy medicine at prices twenty or thirty times higher.

"This is because you haven’t found the right place," Ninth Brother hesitated for a moment and replied earnestly, "We know that medicine prices are rising steeply now, but people from the Chen Family buying medicine in surrounding star systems don’t really spend that much."

He was trying to emphasize the Chen Family’s capabilities in the medical field, but what he said displeased Feng Jun, "Are you suggesting... I priced the medicines too high?"

"No," Ninth Brother quickly shook his head, wondering how he could understand it that way, "Yesterday you gave out medicines for free; I’m grateful and wouldn’t think they’re expensive!"

"What I’m trying to say..." He paused, sensing something might have been off, but hesitated and still ventured, "The Chen Family can help arrange sources if... you can transport goods from outside the star system."

Feng Jun spoke with a nuanced smile, "Haven’t you heard... the military is investigating smuggling routes? Or are you trying to set me up?"

(First update, celebrating the head of Spiritual Fox Ten Middle, the last half day for double votes, calling for monthly votes loudly.)