Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1061: Chen Hualiang

Chapter 1061: Chapter 1061: Chen Hualiang

The voice was a woman’s, and Yu Qingzhu couldn’t help but fly into a rage, "Who’s lurking there? Dare to come out and speak up?"

Had it been a man’s voice, perhaps she could have tolerated it, but she couldn’t stand a woman’s.

She didn’t think about why she felt this way, but simply believed that she couldn’t let this slide.

Feng Jun had already recognized the voice—it was indeed Sister Hong.

Then, two figures emerged from the darkness, as expected, it was Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin.

Zhang Caixin looked at Yu Qingzhu with a mock smile, "I said it. Although your surname is Yu, when it comes to knowledge about overseas, you are no match for me... Those capitalists care about privacy? You must be joking!"

Her tone was a bit forceful, but putting that aside, her exotic features alone were quite persuasive—you look at me and still dare to doubt?

Yu Qingzhu was really quite naive; she actually didn’t distinguish the voices of Sister Hong and Xiao Caixin—In fact, as cousins, if you don’t look at their faces, their voices are quite similar. Only someone as close as Feng Jun would be able to make out the difference.

Yu Qingzhu readily surrendered—she truly didn’t mind this, "Alright, you know better. So, what then?"

The words "So, what then" were truly powerful, effectively kicking the question right back. She was not adept at this art of conversation, but having heard it from others countless times since she was young, she now naturally wielded it herself.

Zhang Caixin was a bit dumbfounded by these words; the other party had backed down too quickly, leaving her without the thrill of success, and she couldn’t immediately respond to the question, so she could only turn to look at her cousin for help.

Zhang Weihong, however, started laughing, "What then? Then of course we strive to solve it domestically... If it can’t be resolved at home, it’s not too late to look abroad. But resolving it overseas takes time."

Yet Yu Qingzhu looked at her unconvinced, "Domestically? How do you plan to solve it?"

She didn’t believe that others could solve a problem her own family couldn’t.

Sister Hong chuckled coldly, "Girl, listen up... remember to learn from this."

Then she approached Feng Jun. Midway, she paused abruptly, looked up at the sky and wondered, "Is it raining?"

This style? Yu Qingzhu frowned slightly, finding it somewhat baffling.

Indeed, as if proving her overthinking, rain started falling. Sister Hong walked up to Feng Jun, "You should have told me about such things."

Should I have told you? Feng Jun helplessly wiped his forehead, "Sister Hong, your family doesn’t deal in grain business, right?"

"That doesn’t mean we can’t start," Sister Hong dismissively replied, "Although you’re not from Funiu, having been here so long, you must know this is a major grain-producing province, right?"

Feng Jun somewhat understood but still asked confusedly, "You mean..."

"Exactly," Sister Hong nodded, "That’s what I’m saying. Funiu Province stores a lot of the country’s reserve grain. Forget about collecting grain; however, there is grain for rotation in the state reserves, which is meant to be sold. You should have heard of that, the old grain has to be sold."

Feng Jun actually knew a bit about this. After all, he hailed from a small town, and although his family were urban residents, many of his classmates’ families were farmers, so he was familiar with the concept of reserve grain.

But precisely because he knew, he was even more aware of how tricky this matter was, "The disposal of aged grain is very strict, to prevent passing off inferior grain as good quality. If it’s a small quantity, it might not be difficult, but with such large amounts, how could it possibly go unnoticed?"

Aged grain refers to grain that has expired. The reserve bureau releases old grain for sale before it further deteriorates, to clear storage space for new grain. There are explicit regulations that prohibit the sale of this grain into the food market.

If not to the food market, then where? To animal feed processing plants!

However, although this is stipulated, aged grain is sold at extremely low prices, which is why nowadays at many construction sites, people sell something called "migrant worker rice"—that’s the edible grain picked out from aged reserves.

But such practices are closely scrutinized, not only because it involves the transfer of benefits, but more importantly, it concerns the safety of the people’s lives.

There are certainly those who risk it, and such incidents keep happening despite bans, but they are ultimately things that can’t be openly acknowledged.

In fact, the state pays close attention to the disposal of aged grain. Theoretically speaking, not just any animal feed enterprise is qualified to purchase it, so these transactions can only happen on a small scale. Taking it large-scale is asking for trouble.

A massive amount of aged grain disappearing? Feng Jun truly didn’t think Sister Hong could handle that.

Yet Sister Hong just smiled at him, "Have you forgotten where I live?"

Feng Jun then remembered, Sister Hong is... she lives in the grain bureau’s compound.

Then she spoke to herself, "If Funiu can’t come up with enough quantity, other provinces can also help coordinate."

After thinking about it, Feng Jun said, "Sister Hong, you first get a grasp of the situation. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but it’s always good to be well-prepared with no harm done."

Sister Hong looked at him oddly, "Just speak your mind if you have something to say."

Feng Jun didn’t intend to say much, but after hearing her words, he nodded, "There are indeed some issues, three-year-old grains will become aged, so the rotation of grains in the national stockpile is rapid and in large quantities... Many interests are involved. Even if you have strong connections, the other party is looking for long-term deals, and a one-time bulk purchase doesn’t prove potential. This is not easy to handle."

No matter how strong a passing dragon is, it’s just a transient visitor. After the dragon passes by, others still need to make a living in this environment.

Feng Jun is not afraid that Sister Hong won’t manage it. His concern is that this matter shouldn’t be too forced. If really pushed, he could take a trip to Siam himself and wasn’t worried about not getting some grain.

Sister Hong sounded confident, but in her heart she was somewhat uneasy. She came up with the idea on the spur of the moment after overhearing their conversation and was not fully confident about it. So she nodded, "Is the five million tons all required at once?"

The five million tons Feng Jun mentioned was actually just to bicker with Yu Qingzhu. Not to mention that it would be hard for the other party to find that much grain, even if they could, he’d also have to have the money to buy it. Wouldn’t five million tons cost at least over ten billion?

So, he smiled and shook his head, "Let’s do it in batches. Starting with a hundred thousand tons is fine."

Yu Qingzhu lifted his eyebrows upon hearing this, wanting to say something, but ultimately he didn’t. He just pursed his lips slightly.

Relieved to hear this, Sister Hong nodded slightly, "With this amount, it’s easier to discuss... I’ll make a call to inquire."

Shortly thereafter, she came over with her mobile phone, looking delighted as she said, "I’ve asked, and there are no issues with aging wheat."

Generally speaking, aging grain mainly refers to the storage of rice. Two-year-old rice needs to be urgently sold off, and after three years it becomes completely aged. Whereas properly stored wheat can last six to seven years without any problems.

Currently, the grain reserve bureau of Funiu Province is planning to sell off a batch of wheat. Once the new wheat is harvested, they can stock new grain in the reserves.

This batch of wheat hasn’t been stored for long, just three to four years, so the selling price won’t be very cheap. However, releasing it in large quantities also puts pressure on flour mills.

Thus, Sister Hong mentioned that she could work something out. As for the specifics... She didn’t elaborate, but affirmed that a hundred thousand tons of wheat wouldn’t be an issue. Even if there was a small shortfall, it could be filled with less fresh rice.

She even mentioned that she could cover the cost herself without needing Feng Jun to pay – after all, having helped Feng Jun sell jade for so long, she had accumulated about three billion just from her share of the proceeds. For her, footing the bill was no problem at all.

How could Feng Jun possibly let her spend such money? "It’s my matter; how could I let you pay for it?"

Sister Hong answered with a smile, "Actually, we are the ones who should be paying. All this time, it’s you who’ve been taking care of everything for the estate. We claim to be your disciples, but haven’t really done anything significant for the estate. Just consider it my sponsorship."

Feng Jun looked at her suspiciously, "Why do I feel like... you have ulterior motives?"

Sister Hong’s face turned slightly red, but fortunately, it was dark, and nobody else noticed, except for Zhang Caixin, who was closest to her and might have sensed something amiss. She composed herself and spoke firmly, "You’re advancing too fast, and it’s quite hard for us to even catch up. If we don’t do something for the estate, we would feel extremely guilty for not living up to the resources you’ve provided."

Feng Jun was momentarily taken aback. He had never really considered this problem before. At most, he had made it clear to people like Wang Haifeng what the relationship between master and disciple should be like, hoping that they could be of help to the estate in the future.

As for recent investments? He hadn’t given it much thought because, firstly, without them, he would still need to make money in the two planes, and secondly... bluntly put, he thought their finances fell short.

For example, Wang Haifeng’s family is indeed wealthy, they used to be someone he looked up to, but now... The Wang Family’s funds are probably not even enough to purchase the hundred thousand tons of grains.

Seeing him silent, Zhang Caixin also spoke up, "Indeed, in other cases, disciples have to pay their master, and you are effectively subsidizing us. Plus, we know how precious those pills are."

This point was true. Feng Jun’s Body Tempering Pill and Foundation Establishment Pill were sold externally, with the starting price being at least tens of millions, and the Foundation Establishment Pill didn’t even have a set price. It was up to him to call the shots, willing to accept more if offered and without needing a reason for less.

Feng Jun just automatically converted the prices of these pills for his disciples or his women to match the Earth Plane, not considering the price differential – after all, even if he were to charge them, they couldn’t afford it, so why bother?

Especially with items like Storage Talismans - each of his disciples had one. On the Earth Plane, such an item simply couldn’t be measured in monetary terms. Aside from a few Daoist friends whom he gifted out of friendship, he had no intention of selling them to others.

As for how much the cultivation techniques were worth? In any case, outsiders never got their hands on them.

He thought of himself as a responsible master, yet was unaware of the immense pressure his actions had placed on his disciples...

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