Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Give First Before Taking

Wang Haifeng originally wanted to remind Gazi that he couldn’t make decisions for the master, but then he thought, “The guy’s an old friend; why should I stick my nose in?”

Xu Leigang was even less likely to say anything; in fact, he was quite aware of Zhou Xiaotong’s background. The Yuan Family was troubled by her, so he naturally avoided her whenever possible.

Zhou Xiaotong certainly wasn’t embarrassed. In fact, she was quite eager to enter the villa. Since Gazi had naively invited her in, she was naturally going to seize the opportunity.

After entering the villa, she didn’t marvel at its luxury. In her eyes, the villa—from its exterior to its interior decor, even including the ornaments—was quite tacky. The arrangement lacked any sort of order, not to mention cultural depth.

However, she did feel something truly exceptional about the place—the air, or rather, to be more precise, the atmosphere—was fantastic. It had a calming effect, giving rise to a feeling of clarity and refreshment.

What was most remarkable was that amid the quiet and comfort, she felt as if a sudden burst of vitality had sprung up within her. Every cell in her body seemed to be joyfully singing a tune.

She looked around curiously, “Gazi, have you got some sort of air purifier installed here?”

“Don’t think we have one of those,” Lu Xiaoning replied doubtfully after glancing at Li Xiaobin, who showed no reaction. “Brother Jun said Peach Blossom Valley is like a natural oxygen bar; the air is always good here.”

“Is that so?” Zhou Xiaotong’s eyes roved, and she stood up to walk around. “I’ll take a look around. What’s the layout of the rooms like?”

“That won’t be possible, Sister Xiaotong,” Lu Xiaoning quickly stepped in front of her to stop her, expressing his difficulty, “Inviting you in to sit is a way of being hospitable, but Brother Jun doesn’t allow wandering around… Could you please understand my position?”

Zhou Xiaotong’s scheme had failed, and she could only sit down sullenly. Then her eyes flicked again, “I have a few subordinates outside. Can they come in for a cup of tea too?”

Gazi chuckled sheepishly, “I’m really sorry… It was already pushing it to let you in. Any more would be inappropriate.”

Zhou Xiaotong snorted with displeasure. She had wanted to gather her people to inspect the place, but since that wasn’t working, she indeed felt quite miffed, “Who knows where Feng Jun has run off to.”

Where had Feng Jun gone? He had gone to Chaoge. The final version of the Boiler Camel Motorcycle’s first generation had been produced, and he wanted to personally assess it. If it met expectations, mass production could begin.

Mou Miao proved to be quite reliable. All specifications of the Boiler Camel Motorcycle met standards. After Feng Jun’s inspection, he immediately decided to go ahead with an initial hundred units. However, Mou, once they’re produced, you must test every single one for at least three days.

As for the pricing, negotiate the manufacturing cost with them. I’ll add five thousand for testing and a thousand for shipping fees per machine. Once they’re tested, send them to Zhengyang.

Liu Xiaoxuan was concerned about their profitability, but for Feng Jun, it was really not an issue. He was genuinely eager to support his classmates. If it weren’t for fear of arousing suspicion, he wouldn’t bat an eye at a testing fee of ten thousand a machine.

The problem was, the Boiler Camel Motorcycle, this antiquated contraption, wasn’t worth that much—everyone would simply buy a diesel engine instead. Why would they bother with this? Boss Feng making a large order of these things, where exactly does he plan to sell them to make a profit?

The reason for initially ordering a hundred units was simple: the second generation sample of the Boiler Camel Motorcycle was also out. However, due to the additional automatic control circuits, its stability still required observation and improvement, so the first generation was being used as a stopgap.

Feng Jun, a humanities guy, wasn’t familiar with industrial manufacturing, but through observation, he had picked up some common knowledge.

Using modern industrial technology to produce the Boiler Camel Motorcycle was no challenge, but ensuring smooth operation required effort on the integration of parts. If the integration wasn’t up to snuff, the failure rate would be high, and the machinery’s lifespan would be reduced.

Mou Miao, having studied industrial manufacturing, was quite demanding about the products he produced, and Feng Jun also had high expectations for the product—it wouldn’t do to lose face in other realms, would it?

In summary, product integration is crucial and cannot just be solved by reasonable design; it requires hands-on experimentation.

Indeed, Feng Jun even witnessed the testing process of the second-generation machine.

That’s why he stayed in Chaoge for two days before returning to Zhengyang.

When he got back to Zhengyang on the afternoon of the third day, he arrived at the villa’s gate and was stunned to find seven or eight dogs lying around and four or five elderly people sitting on the curb.

Upon his return, Wang Haifeng immediately reported, “Master Feng, during the past two days, the neighborhood dogs have gone crazy, running around our place. People who don’t dance in the square have also turned up early in the morning to dance outside our gate… They say dancing here has an effect.”

The night after they started digging the pit, they watered the land across again. However, the next day, nobody cared about the muddy ground; most just ran to the gate to dance. They continued watering for two days and the number of dancers grew. Xu Lei was worried that they had incited public anger and convinced everyone to stop watering for a night as a test.

But today, those people didn’t care whether the land across had been watered or not; they didn’t even bother to check. They just stood at the villa’s gate dancing; some even tried to rush into the villa’s yard, claiming that the air inside felt nice.

In the chaos, no one knew who had slingshotted the crow twice; some said it was an old man, and others claimed it was a child.

Fortunately, the crow’s reaction was fast enough to dodge the slingshot attack, but the poor thing still wasn’t acting normal, its head feathers standing on end, seemingly half out of anger and half out of fright.

Feng Jun knew very well what was at stake. He nodded, “All right, if we can’t withstand the trouble, can’t we simply avoid it? Prepare to move, we’re leaving immediately.”

Once he finished speaking, he went into a small storage room—exactly where the “condensing Spirit Stone” was kept.

Before he left, he had transferred the three huge Spirit Stones to the mobile phone dimension, leaving behind the one that was mostly used up, the true finished Spirit Stone.

Through testing, he had confirmed that Spirit Stones in this dimension leaked Spiritual Energy faster than in the mobile phone dimension.

In the mobile phone dimension, Spirit Stones would also leak Spiritual Energy, so people would use various means to prevent the energy from escaping—just like the first Spirit Stone he obtained, which was hidden under a stone base.

If such methods were not employed, the leakage of Spiritual Energy would attract coveters and lead to needless consumption of the Spirit Stones.

In the Earth Realm, this was even more the case. Here, the Spiritual Energy was so sparse it was almost nonexistent, and once a Spirit Stone was exposed to air, its leakage rate could be more than ten times faster.

Feng Jun had already guessed that the people dancing in the square were mostly benefiting from the Spiritual Energy—although they couldn’t experience the energy directly like Zhang Caixin, they would feel significant benefits in various parts of their bodies after exercising.

Essentially, he wasn’t a stingy person. Most of the Spiritual Energy emitted from the Spirit Stone dissipated into the air, and what could be absorbed by Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang was probably less than one-thousandth. So, whose absorption did the dispersed Spiritual Energy benefit?

However, he could no longer tolerate the group of square dancers causing such a disturbance without restraint, especially since he was the owner of the Spirit Stone—was it his fault that he provided them benefits?

Therefore, he decided to move. The barren mountain had been completely transferred to his name, and the roadbed there was mostly completed. Dozens of prefab houses had been built, providing ample space for him to store numerous items.

Initially, he thought that a simple move would suffice, as he would soon have to return the room to Xu Leigang anyway.

But in the end, these people had infuriated him.

Being oblivious to others’ needs? He had to give them a taste of regret.

So, before he left for Chaoge, he deliberately left the real Spirit Stone in the room to increase the leakage of Spiritual Energy.

However, the energy emitted by the Spirit Stone was too strong, a hundred times the original amount. Feng Jun thought it was too much; not only could it attract unwanted attention, but also the rapid loss of Spiritual Energy was too costly.

So, he took a rock, hollowed it out, and placed the Spirit Stone inside. After chiseling away for a while, he managed to reduce the leakage of Spiritual Energy to about three to four times that of the “condensing Spirit Stones.”

This level of Spiritual Energy would be noticeable instantly as beneficial, but apart from gifted individuals like Zhang Caixin, most people wouldn’t understand the reasons behind the sensation.

For instance, Zhou Xiaotong could sense the anomalies in the house not because she was as talented as Zhang Caixin, but just because she was more sensitive than the average person.

In contrast, Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang seemed somewhat ignorant of the good fortune they were in. Gazi, as someone new to the area, didn’t recognize the peculiarity and mistook it for the normal atmosphere of a “natural oxygen bar.”

After Feng Jun made his arrangements, he was off to Chaoge, indifferent to whatever strange events might occur here afterward.

Moving was simple now. Wang Haifeng barely had any possessions, Gazi and Li Xiaobin didn’t have much besides their personal items, and Xu Leigang could leave empty-handed. Only Feng Jun had more to pack.

But Feng Jun did not intend to take everything with him. He would move the outdoor equipment, generator, surveillance, walkie-talkies, drones, and the like, using dimensional transfer instead of hiring a truck.

The most valuable jades, he would not move; he would leave them—after all, he had plenty and wouldn’t fret over losing some.

Ultimately, he planned to move, but without making a spectacle by using trucks and a grand display that could trigger suspicions if the pleasant feeling in the area disappeared, leading people to suspect that he took something important.

On the surface, all he needed was a few personal belongings, greatly reducing the chances of suspicion.

Regarding the jades left in the room, they were definitely meant to be sold. While he wasn’t worried about losing them, it would be even better to preserve what he could. Therefore, after everyone had finished packing in the afternoon, he made a call to Zhang Caixin.