Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1066: Need for a Communication Mechanism

Chapter 1066: Chapter 1066: Need for a Communication Mechanism

"Hm?" Feng Jun looked at Elder Yu strangely upon hearing him, "What are you talking about? I went on a trip to Jiangzhe."

"Come on, really?" Elder Yu huffed coldly, "You think you can still fool me with your tricks? Dare you say you didn’t kill Tempura? Don’t be nervous... I don’t have any recording devices on me."

Feng Jun chuckled, "Grandpa, you’re quite sharp. I’m thinking that staying with me just got more expensive... I’m serious, how about two million a day?"

"What?" Elder Yu exploded upon hearing this, "Not so old, but quite the extortionist, huh? So living for a year would cost...over seven hundred million?"

"See? You even remembered multiplication," Feng Jun laughed, "The effect is excellent."

Elder Yu became unhappy, "Young man, you better watch yourself. Do you know how many people have asked me for your number?"

Feng Jun looked at him amusedly, "Do you know how many people are... monitoring my mobile phone signal now? Grandpa, this is all thanks to you."

Elder Yu fell silent briefly, this was indeed true, he hadn’t leaked Feng Jun’s number, but from another perspective, the number of people who knew Feng Jun’s number had increased too much in the short term.

This wasn’t contradictory; people paying attention to Feng Jun’s number only had the right to monitor or track, not the privilege to call him. In fact, they couldn’t afford the consequences if they dared call Feng Jun.

Those who had the privilege to call Feng Jun—or those who believed they had the right—couldn’t get hold of his number.

Elder Yu had stopped some people from inquiring, but at the same time, he had exposed Feng Jun to many others.

Of course, he didn’t see this as a problem—these people were not only watching you, they could potentially help you when you face any risks!

Elder Yu believed he had a say in this matter; with his status and influence, he was constantly under surveillance too. His freedom was restricted, even not at his own will—but it was for his protection.

But now he realized that what he took for granted, others might not accept willingly.

He pondered for a moment, then decided to play the seniority card, "It’s for your own good, don’t be ungrateful!"

Feng Jun looked at him helplessly, "What you think is good, might not be what I consider good... Just not having a recording device isn’t enough."

Elder Yu shook his head amusedly, "Nothing at all! At my old age, do I need to deceive a young man like you?"

Feng Jun looked at him skeptically, "Honestly, I don’t quite trust your integrity... Alright, what do you want to know?"

Elder Yu asked openly, "How many people did you kill in in Ni Hong?"

Today, new news surfaced; the deputy lesson head of the Huaxia Business Course of the Overseas Wanderer’s Association, Araki Masao, was found dead in his apartment in Dongdu with no visible injuries.

In the vast Dongdu, the capital of Ni Hong, too many people die daily. Araki Masao was not a well-known figure; he was a civic activist similar to Bai Chuanmu, and even poorer than Bai Chuanmu.

His influence was entirely within the Huaxia Business Course of the Wanderer’s Association but, in fact, even the Wanderer’s Association as an organization was quite marginal in the local context of Ni Hong.

His death wasn’t considered normal, but also not abnormal, so it didn’t cause much ripple in Ni Hong,

But while others might overlook him, Huaxia would definitely pay attention to this individual. Yet, even Huaxia, despite its interest, wasn’t keeping a constant watch, so they only learned of his death by noon.

No sooner had the news reached back home than Elder Yu, who has his connections within these sectors, naturally assumed without need for further reasons that Feng Jun was the murderer.

His question was straightforward, and Feng Jun’s answer was equally straightforward, "Four."

"Four...?" Elder Yu was taken aback, it seemed the department’s information capability was not strong enough, "All four from that Wanderer’s Association?"

"Of course," Feng Jun nodded naturally, "Do I look like someone who kills indiscriminately?"

Elder Yu wouldn’t think of murder as something wrong; as stated before, he himself had personally ended double to triple-digit lives. As long as the person deserved it, there was no problem. He was quite curious, "Who gave you the list?"

Feng Jun started laughing, "Do you think I would tell you?"

Elder Yu pointed a finger at him, a resigned expression on his face, "Look at what you’ve become... So, why did you snatch their rice?"

Feng Jun, aligning his view with that of Qingzhu, knew he couldn’t tell the truth, so he naturally replied, "To sell it."

So much rice, how do you plan to sell it? Elder Yu was just about to ask out of boredom when he saw his administrative secretary hurriedly come over, muttering a few words in his ear.

Then his expression changed and his gaze towards Feng Jun turned peculiar, "Araki Masao... was it you too?"

Feng Jun glanced at the administrative secretary, then at Elder Yu, hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly—he was somewhat distrusting of the secretary.

Elder Yu, unconcerned by such reservations, looked at him with a resigned amusement, "What am I supposed to say to you? He was... one of our own."

Feng Jun’s expression also turned strange, "Isn’t he, isn’t he... Always quite... quite that, right?"

Elder Yu looked at him helplessly, shaking his head after a long while, "You... haven’t seen ’Infernal Affairs’?"

Feng Jun slapped his forehead and spread his hands, "Well, I also... Sigh, I also conducted an investigation."

There are over a dozen members of the Overseas Youzi Association living in Ni Hong, he was also selected after screening. Besides worrying about accidental injuries, the main reason was the lack of time to kill that many people. Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

The two faced each other speechlessly, and then Feng Jun’s phone rang. He excused himself to answer the call, "Mom, what’s the matter?"

Elder Yu and his secretary continued to stare at each other. After a long while, the secretary muttered, "Look at the mess this has caused."

"It’s not really a big deal," Elder Yu said nonchalantly, having come out of gunfire and bombarding, accidental injuries to friendly forces were common, "The key is... the key is to establish a communication mechanism with this guy."

"I think this is difficult to handle," the secretary offered his opinion, "He is not within the system, and we can’t tell him about all the classified stuff."

Elder Yu was also troubled by this issue. An effective communication mechanism means informing the other party who can be killed and who can’t be touched, but once that’s said, a lot of highly classified intelligence would be leaked.

If Feng Jun were within the system, that would be somewhat easier to handle. But not only is he outside the system, he’s also very hard to control, "Yes, the no-fly order... doesn’t affect him at all, he just went to Ni Hong casually."

After a moment of silence, the secretary tentatively suggested, "Should we... recruit him into our ranks?"

Elder Yu glanced at him, then sighed after another long silence, "If he’s willing, it’s not unmanageable, but the question is... would he be willing?"

The secretary fell silent, the question was easy to answer—if it were up to Feng Jun, he definitely wouldn’t be willing.

Does he lack money? Does he lack a house? Does he lack land? Or does he... lack women?

He lacks nothing, he doesn’t even need to ask favors from others, only others need to ask favors from him—even this elderly gentleman here needs to.

So free and comfortable, with an amazing quality of life, such a person, why would he want to wear a restrictive headband?

And you can’t force him, once you use force, he might just flee the country—the no-fly order is useless.

After pondering for a while, the secretary suggested again, "Should we... talk to him about tax issues?"

Elder Yu looked at him displeased, "Nonsense, now I can understand why he doesn’t want to go to the Capital City."

The secretary nodded, "Yes, it used to be him not going, now you don’t want him to go."

That’s someone who can kill freely in Ni Hong, not only efficient and crafty, but also completely unscathed. Such a person going to the Capital City, how many people would lose sleep?

It was clear from Elder Yu’s meaning—Ni Hong’s folks provoked Feng Jun, then... well, that happened...

And now you’re suggesting I check his taxes?

He wasn’t worried about Feng Jun doing anything to him, but with such a person... how could you even conceive of finding fault with him?

That sort of imperceptible killing method... This kind of person better stays in the Zhengyang Suburb!

After a while, Elder Yu rubbed his belly, "I’m hungry, it’s about time for a meal, but communication is still necessary..."

What he didn’t know was that his granddaughter, Yu Qingzhu, actually had some communication with Feng Jun.

Before lunch the next day, after seeing Feng Jun, Yu Qingzhu took the initiative to say, "The fridge and air conditioner have been arranged. The sales peak season is coming soon, we need to place orders for production, and we need to finalize the models... and the deposits."

This also counts as a custom order, it’s totally understandable for the manufacturers to ask for a deposit.

Feng Jun pointed to Sister Hong, "Just discuss the model specifics with her... she can make the decisions."

Fridges and air conditioners definitely need to have different models to ensure their widespread applicability on the Mobile Phone realm, such trivial matters, Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered with, and Sister Hong was the only one besides Feng Jing who knew the secrets of the Mobile Phone realm.

Letting her plan the usage models for the other side should be quite reliable

Just then, Elder Yu spoke up, "It’s only fridges and air conditioners, why need a deposit? I’ll pay for it."

Feng Jun and Yu Qingzhu turned their heads in surprise, looking at him.

Seeing their expressions, Elder Yu figured he might have misspoken, but still rolled his eyes dismissively, "What, is this little amount of money too much for this old man to handle?"

Yu Qingzhu shook her head, half laughing and half crying, "Grandfather, that’s fifty thousand fridges, fifty thousand air conditioners..."