Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1064: The Missing Food

Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064: The Missing Food

The personal secretary looked at Feng Jun, frowning as if he had knotted brows like a Chinese knot, "Isn’t this just a sample? You’re charging money... Who’s paying for it?"

"Okay then," Feng Jun agreed smoothly with a nod, "These over one million will be considered my support, but let’s be clear that it is my support. I don’t mind the amount, but it can’t be said to be rightfully yours... This is a matter of principle, and I insist on it."

"All right," the personal secretary saw that Elder Yu had no objections, nor did he, a mere million or so, was that even money?

That very night, Shen Qingyi came looking for him, "Tempura Yong’s whereabouts have been found; he’s been in Nihong recently."

Almost at the same time, within a research institution in Imperial Capital, a gaunt, balding man in his fifties shouted, "One hundred yuan per gram, how is that possible? Doesn’t that mean the quality of this graphene and its production technology have become quite mature?"

To a layman, it’s merely excitement; to the expert, it’s the technique. From the price alone, he could deduce that the supplier had a substantial capacity to deliver.

After all, this was a great nation with a population of fourteen billion, with the power to concentrate resources in pursuing major endeavors; this was something most small countries could not fathom.

Opposite him was a slightly overweight middle-aged man with Whisker Hu, "According to our knowledge, the other party can supply about ten tons of the same quality graphene per month. This quantity... there should be no doubt."

"Then what’s the meaning behind our research?" The balding man sighed in despair before his eyes lit up again, "Right, we can engage in a technological exchange, or purchase their relevant technology."

Whisker Hu shook his head, "The technology is strictly sealed off, even the production site is unconfirmed."

"Such a situation is quite abnormal," the gaunt man wrinkled his brows, "I think we should not turn a blind eye to this abnormal state. It’s essential to carefully investigate the supplier."

"It’s useless," Whisker Hu chuckled bitterly, "Do you think I don’t want to? But there’s been no response."

"No response is an even bigger anomaly," the gaunt man was very determined, "Our research involves military-grade products. We can apply for military intervention. National security cannot be taken lightly."

Whisker Hu sighed, picked up the phone, and dialed, "Staff Officer Tian? I’ve got a situation here, I need to report to you..."

It took Staff Officer Tian around two minutes to return the call.

Whisker Hu heard the two key points, "Elder Yu" and "Supplier is in Funiu," and he knew where the difficulty lay, so he asked, "Can you give us the supplier’s contact information?"

"That’s not possible!" Staff Officer Tian rejected decisively, "I will report your needs to my superiors, but private contact is out of the question; that’s the will from above! It’s very likely the old man’s suggestion!"

In fact, that very day, similar scenes were unfolding in different settings...

The next day, Elder Yu’s personal secretary received three phone calls wishing to contact Feng Jun.

Around noon, Elder Yu returned from the valley for lunch, and the secretary reported the situation to him.

Elder Yu remained silent for a long while, then grunted, "I knew it; I shouldn’t have disclosed the phone number so easily, or else who knows what kind of a stir this fellow would have caused, unfavorable for communication, but..."

He paused, then raised his hand, patting the armrest of the sofa, "What a loss, we’ve helped him so much, and he only gave us a ten percent discount, a major loss indeed."

Are you really okay with this, old master? The personal secretary felt the urge to hide his face, yet he looked grave and nodded, "Indeed."

"Well then," Elder Yu casually instructed, "Contact him and see if he can give us some more discount."

The personal secretary’s mouth twitched, and with an innocent gaze at the old master: Leader, this is not the way to do it.

Elder Yu looked at him with foggy eyes, the meaning clear within: Merely mentioning it won’t lose us a piece of meat, at least let him know that we’ve taken matters into our hands for him?

Having followed the old master for years, the secretary was well-acquainted with those looks, so he could only nod, "Alright then."

He picked up the mobile phone to make a call, and the next moment, his face revealed a relieved expression.

A glint flashed in Elder Yu’s eyes, and he asked without hesitation, "Has this guy... switched off his phone again?"

Upon hearing this, the personal secretary seemed to have realized something, his expression changed, and he nodded silently.

Elder Yu was also silent, pondering for a moment, then waved his hand: Go ask when he was last seen.

However, with Feng Jun’s three male disciples having left and Yang Yuxin and her daughter gone to Magu Mountain, it was extremely difficult for the Yu Family to track Feng Jun’s movements. Gao Qiang and Li Shishi still had the status of nominal disciples and thus couldn’t reveal much about Feng Jun’s whereabouts.

It wasn’t until the evening, after Elder Yu personally inquired Feng Jing, that Director Mei, not wanting to ignore the old master’s request, vaguely indicated, "I didn’t see him today... I don’t know where he has gone."

She was actually very clear in her heart that Feng Jun left last night, but she really couldn’t bring herself to say it. As a married woman, how could she say, "Mountain Master Feng didn’t come to practice yoga with me last night?"

Actually, she was very clear in her heart that Feng Jun had gone to Nihong, he left last night.

He went to seek revenge on a guy named Tempura Yong.

As a sophisticated and fashionable woman, she didn’t have a bad impression of Nihong, even though there had been a war last century, but... wasn’t that all in the past now?

The common people of Huaxia are really kind-hearted, kind-hearted enough to forget deep-seated hatred relatively easily.

But after the incident in Magic City, her values changed. She felt that some hatreds could not just be left on paper, nor be silently put away in history books. There’s a saying that is absolutely right — all history is contemporary history.

Forgetting history means betrayal. All strength is built upon one’s own strength — not on magnanimity.

Feng Jing spoke very cautiously, yet Elder Yu, at his age, had long since forgotten what the word "modesty" meant. "Isn’t it that he was not here last night?"

Feng Jing’s face flushed, "Elder Yu, I really don’t know how to respond to that... How could I possibly know that?"

"It’s over, you’re done for," Elder Yu pointed at her and said with a face full of discontent, "You don’t even care where he went, your core competitiveness has just disappeared... Are you content with that?"

Feng Jing rolled her eyes but did not pick up the conversation. She spent more time with the elderly and knew that some old people had many quirks. It really didn’t matter if you didn’t indulge them.

Seeing that she didn’t react, Elder Yu became even more anxious inside: What on earth did Feng Jun do to make even his woman so secretive?

As it turned out, his concerns were justified. After dinner, light rain started to fall, and about ten minutes after the rain started, he received a message from Tokyo, Nihong.

The largest rice storage warehouse in Nihong, located in Dongdu Shenchuan’s grain warehouse, was robbed today!

The storage capacity of Shenchuan, in fact—was pitifully small, just 60,000 tons of rice.

The storage warehouse used advanced low-temperature refrigeration technology, with cutting-edge equipment and facilities, leading in the world, but the downside was... it was too advanced.

Because of the high level of automation, when the theft occurred, the staff on duty did not notice any anomalies. It was only during the morning shift change that they discovered the rice had been stolen.

The theft happened in a very peculiar way. There were no signs of anyone coming in or out, and over a hundred cameras at the scene were all destroyed. Tens of thousands of tons of rice vanished without a trace overnight.

Because it was so bizarre, the grain warehouse did not report to the police immediately but chose to investigate internally first—Nihong Nation also has a tradition of cover-ups.

When they realized the incident could no longer be concealed, they reported to the police in the afternoon. The Nihong police intervened grandly, and the news was leaked and also transmitted back to the domestic media.

Elder Yu subconsciously felt this matter was related to Feng Jun, but what frustrated him was that even though he lived in Luohua Manor, he could not get any quick and effective information about Feng Jun.

This fact made him sick enough to vomit blood. When he was younger, he had been quite patient, but now that he was old and could do whatever he wanted, he couldn’t stand this kind of slight frustration. The less he could get, the more he wanted it.

Because it was late, it was inconvenient for him to contact Mei Jin, and Li Shishi, who stayed at the front building, was clearly not a decision-maker, so he could only have his granddaughter contact Mei Jin.

But when Yu Qingzhu heard that the grain warehouse in Nihong Nation had been robbed, her expression was very strange. After a long while, she said, "This matter... he must have either directed it or participated in it himself."

Elder Yu looked at her suspiciously, "How can you be so sure?"

Yu Qingzhu didn’t share the conversation she had with Feng Jun with her grandfather because she knew that the old man was a bit too fond of stirring up trouble. Although she didn’t have a very good impression of Feng Jun, she also didn’t want to meddle and potentially affect her grandfather’s treatment.

Actually, she believed that with her grandfather’s restless nature, hearing that there was an unaccounted amount of food reaching over a hundred thousand tons domestically—and possibly reaching millions in the future—he would definitely stir up some trouble.

So she fluttered her eyelashes and answered casually, "Sixty thousand tons of rice, that’s a lot... Let me look it up... Uh, it’s about seventy thousand cubic meters. To move such a huge volume in one night, probably only their kind of people have the capability."

Actually, without her saying, Feng Jun, Shen Qingyi, and Mei Jin had all demonstrated the ability to retrieve items from space, a method Elder Yu called "magic," but probably only the gullible would really think it’s magic, right?

Elder Yu had his suspicions. After a silence, he sighed, "There shouldn’t be many people like that, right? Otherwise, otherwise... wouldn’t the world be thrown into chaos?"

His dilemma didn’t last long. The next morning, while he was resting in the Bamboo Forest, his mobile phone rang.

Shen Qingyi, who was cultivating, opened her eyes and looked at him with great dissatisfaction. Gao Qiang helplessly rolled his eyes and said nothing.

However, Elder Yu didn’t mind their reactions, as his attention was drawn to a shocking piece of news, "Tempura Yong is dead?"