Big Data Cultivation

Wang Haifeng was somewhat brooding over the fact that he couldn’t go to Dengzhou, “Fatty, Master Feng is starting to form cliques now.”

Xu Leigang, however, saw things quite clearly, “There’s no party without factions, imperial thinking. When has there not been factionalism? The key is to make a name for oneself. Besides, looking at a room full of Jade… do you think the responsibility is small?”

“The key is that there are no thieves in Peach Blossom Valley,” Wang Haifeng chuckled dryly. He had been feeling a bit inflated lately, especially after he disciplined his wife’s cousin this year, making him feel like a Martial World expert as well, “I really want to try my hand against the people from Bei Xinluo.”

“People could die,” Xu Leigang remarked indifferently, “Do you know how many people died last time when Master Feng went to Myanmar?”

In the past, he didn’t know what had happened to Feng Jun in Myanmar, only that Master Feng had some scrapes on his forehead.

It wasn’t until before the New Year, when Yuan Zihao’s condition made the Yuan Family seriously look into the incident in Myanmar.

So Xu Leigang only then found out that Feng Jun had killed over a hundred people in Myanmar before safely extracting himself.

That was… over a hundred people!

Wang Haifeng’s spirits lifted when he heard this, “Ah, there was killing… how many?”

Xu Leigang gave him a look and said indifferently, “How many people he killed… I definitely can’t tell you, but it was very dangerous for sure. He nearly didn’t make it back, and they even pursued him across the border.”

“That’s badass,” Wang Haifeng said, his heart racing with excitement, “Boss Feng is truly a winner at life, living with such passion and vigor.”

Xu Leigang rolled his eyes. Coming from a military family, he knew too well about these matters, “It sounds thrilling, right? But you need to understand… you could be the one who dies.”

“If I die, I die. It’s not like you’re going to live forever. Being alive… it’s about living with passion,” Wang Haifeng said as he pointed out the window with a pout, “Isn’t it annoying to babysit the crows every day?”

He didn’t know that Feng Jun asked them to watch the house, and the Jade was secondary. The main thing to watch was the Spirit Stone that attracted crows.

Since Feng Jun left, he hasn’t initiated any calls back.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Li Xiaobin and Mou Miao returned, as the manufacturing of the Boiler Camel Motorcycle needed to continue. The 500,000 yuan Mou Miao had was almost all spent, and they needed Boss Feng to invest more.

He did get in touch with Feng Jun, but Feng Jun said, “I’m dealing with some things in Dengzhou, it’s not convenient for me to return. How much money do you need? I’ll just transfer it to you. Is one million enough?”

Two days later, Sheng Tang Construction also started their road repair and building work. Wu Limin personally came to see Feng Jun, saying that it was just after New Year and funds were a bit tight. Could Feng Jun possibly pay part of the advance payment?

This time Li Xiaobin got to act like the boss, saying, “President Feng isn’t here, wait until he returns.”

Wu Limin wasn’t angry. As a qualified second-generation rich kid, he was very aware that fortunes change, so he asked politely: “When might President Feng return?”

Li Xiaobin bluntly said, “I’m not quite sure about that. Does President Feng need to explain his actions to me, an assistant?”

Wu Limin, ever so patient, saw her so quick to deflect and smiled, “Xiao Bin, no matter how you feel about me, I’ve never done anything too outrageous to you, right? I’ve always been happy to support you.

If you don’t want to bring up the past, I won’t mention it again either. I just want to tell you, I’ve never wronged you.”

Li Xiaobin indeed didn’t want to bring up the past anymore, but since he put it that way, she remembered: Wu Limin was a lot better than most of the clients.

Willing to spend money, and generally not forcing people. Of course, Wu Limin had his arrogant moments, but with money at hand, who could say anything?

These days, the customer is God. Whether selling Haier refrigerators or night club girls, one must cajole the customers.

So she did call Feng Jun after all, but President Feng still didn’t say when he would return to Zhengyang.

He just asked why she was rushing him and then briskly transferred two million yuan for her to give to Sheng Tang Construction, urging them to start building the houses on top of fixing the roads as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth of the first lunar month. Peach Blossom Valley Scenic Area organized a large lantern festival, and there were a lot of visitors.

Zhang Caixin even called, saying she wanted to come and visit with her sister and discuss this year’s collaboration with Feng Jun.

Xu Leigang regretfully said, “Sorry, Master Feng is not in Zhengyang. He’s been gone for eight or nine days.”

Zhang Caixin was not pleased: “Where did he go? I’ll go find him!”

Upon hearing her tone, Xu Leigang didn’t dare to reveal where Master Feng had gone, and just replied with a wry smile, “Then you should contact him directly. Why make it difficult for me?”

The fact was, however, that Feng Jun’s mobile phone signal was sporadic, and it was usually not easy to get through.

In his heart, Xu Leigang himself was puzzled. Why was Master Feng taking so long in Dengzhou?

But some people did know why Feng Jun was taking so long. His brother-in-law Yuan Huakun was one of them.

Yuan Zihao’s health was recovering nicely. On the fifteenth of the first lunar month, he even managed to drink a couple of shots of liquor.

With both sons by his side, he couldn’t help asking about Feng Jun, “Has the boat from Dengzhou not been secured yet?”

“It’s said to be tough,” Yuan Huapeng sighed, “He’s a new face, and it’s not easy to tread that path unless… we help him coordinate.”

The sea around Dengzhou is actually quite deep. Aside from fishing boats, there’s also smuggling and the like. Most importantly, both Shinra from the north and south have a certain presence here, and it’s well-known that these two factions don’t get along.

For reasons everyone knows but cannot be discussed in detail, it’s certain that some forces involved in the “waterway business” have ties not only to Southern Shinra but also to Northern Shinra.

Especially Northern Shinra, because the country is relatively poor and their people are easily tempted by silver, they can be easily bought. Once bought, they only recognize their financier and dare to do anything.

There was a report before that the naval forces of Northern Shinra… actually small speedboats, once used machine guns to strafe Huaxia fishing boats and even detained the fishermen.

Seeing the reports, Huaxia citizens were probably baffled at first: What the hell, who gave them the guts?

Is that even a question? The ones who instigated them to do it could only be from Huaxia!

Let’s leave this topic aside for now. In short, if Feng Jun wants to pick up his goods, he needs to hire a boat. If he can’t hire the right boat—actually, the “correct” boat—there will be a lot of trouble.

In fact, the boat captains themselves know what jobs they can take and what they can’t, so Feng Jun was forcefully held back.

The “correct” boat owners, first of all, don’t trust this new face very much, and secondly, they also want to jack up the prices, not to mention being influenced by some other factors, which hampered Feng Jun’s ability to act.

Of course, if the Yuan Family were willing to mediate, then it wouldn’t be a problem at all.

However, Elder Yuan very decisively denied this possibility, “We can’t get involved in this matter, it’s a large batch of explosives!”

He was really very grateful to Feng Jun, but no matter how grateful he was, there had to be a limit. The Yuan Family absolutely could not get involved in this.

Mediating for a source of goods was not a big issue, but to get involved in transportation—don’t even think about it. Not only should it not be considered, but they must also suggest that there be strict inspections on incoming ships.

Yuan Huapeng sighed regretfully, “Had I known it would be like this, I would have let him go to Myanmar again.”

“If he goes to Myanmar again, he will definitely die there,” said Yuan Zihao emotionlessly, “You know what kind of people are over there, don’t you?”

Yuan Huapeng forced a smile, “I just feel like I might have conned him… it’s somewhat embarrassing.”

Yuan Zihao looked at his younger son and shook his head with a smile, “You don’t need to feel that way; Master Feng must be aware of the risks of what he’s after. We’ve already warned him. Therefore, just do what needs to be done.”

Feng Jun indeed hadn’t anticipated how complex maritime trade could be.

He had initially thought that the sea was more open and smooth than land; as long as he got the goods, he could transport them to another dimension without fear of any inspections, moving with ease.

But after getting involved in this line of work, he realized it was inappropriate to rashly step into a strange field.

He didn’t complain about the Yuan Family, this was his own choice after all, and having such a life experience was also a valuable part of his journey.

In the beginning, he was of the mindset to “bludgeon a path with money,” but after staying a few days in Dengzhou and spending some money, he collected relevant information: to do business on the water, money alone wouldn’t work and might even backfire.

But he wouldn’t go about paying homage to the dock bosses, much as he was sure about dealing with those who operated gold mines but would not associate with them—You don’t trust me? I don’t trust you either.

As for clearing a path by force, that wasn’t realistic either. Once a boat was found, it would have to go to sea sooner or later. No matter how powerful one might be on land, it would be a different story at sea.

Even an Innate Expert could only stay suspended in the air briefly and couldn’t possibly fly for dozens or hundreds of miles.

If he were at that level, he wouldn’t need to hire a boat at all; he could just fly over there and pick up the goods, right?

He had also considered doing a few small smuggling deals first, gaining trust, and then going for the big ones.

But in the end, he gave up on this idea for the same reason: even small smuggling deals are still smuggling, and if his partner made a mistake later on, dragging him into it, wouldn’t it be a huge loss?

After nearly twenty days of effort, he finally found an opportunity. A boat owner urgently needed a large sum of money for family issues. He approached the owner directly, laying out ten gold bars: Take me out to sea, and this gold is yours.

For those used to the waterway business, giving cash wasn’t the best option; gold was what really worked.

Why? Because once there’s cash income, people start watching you—where did this money come from?

But gold is different. It could be claimed to be fished out from the sea.

Moreover, if things went south, and the boat owner wanted to flee and lay low, having gold meant that there was no country he couldn’t go to.

(First update, congratulations to the Union Leader Immortal Emperor.)