Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1146: Made a Move

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Made a Move

Elder Yu woke up early in the morning and noticed his personal secretary’s bloodshot eyes. He was taken aback, "What’s this about...?"

The secretary forced a bitter smile, "Last night, there were three calls asking about the missing warship."

The information Elder Yu provided had indeed stirred some people.

After asking about the origins of the three calls, he chuckled dismissively, "Even the little doves dare to approach me. Such audacity."

When he said "little doves," he wasn’t implying the other side was weak but referring to the Dove Sect.

Let’s set aside the factional struggle for now. The Dove Sect’s main belief was not necessarily surrender, but in situations like this, their likely stance would be: We obtained information about this warship; let’s negotiate some benefits with Mai Nation before disclosing the news.

Alternatively, considering the currently tense relations between Huaxia and Mai Nation, proactively sharing this news might help ease the situation.

The Eagle Sect’s stance, on the other hand, was: Screw them! If I have a chance to acquire this thing, I’ll do it by any means necessary.

Of course, there was also the middle-ground faction: Everyone, calm down. Let’s first analyze how difficult it would be to obtain this thing.

Elder Yu instructed his secretary to return one call, stating that the probability of obtaining the item was very high.

The person who answered the call on the other side was also a secretary and immediately asked, "Where did the old gentleman get this information?"

The response was: A longstanding friend of Elder Yu, someone with hidden circumstances they couldn’t disclose. Just consider them a patriotic Huaxia expatriate...

By noon, Little Du called Elder Yu again, reporting that the arrangements had been coordinated. To avoid detection by Mai Nation’s satellites, the navy model would be relocated tonight, and the specific location was...

Upon hearing the news, Elder Yu instructed someone to find Feng Jun. While on his walk, he encountered the three individuals who were there for treatment.

Feeling idle, the old gentleman approached and asked, "How’s the leg recovering?"

Xiao Song replied respectfully with a smile, "Old gentleman, it’s not just my leg that’s injured. I can’t move anything below my waist... but I’m much better now. Director Yang said in five more days I can leave, and ten days later, I’ll be fine to return to the capital."

A member of the Gu Family, indeed! Elder Yu felt a touch of imbalance in his heart. Yang Yuxin and Gu Jiahui could engage in cultivation and even recommend others for treatment, yet for the Yu Family, only he could receive treatment. Even trying to learn cultivation techniques wasn’t an option.

So, he couldn’t help but speak with a sly smile, "Is that so? I always said Master Feng was amazing, didn’t I? But there’s no need to rush leaving. The manor’s recuperation facilities are quite good. Make the most of this chance and stay as long as you can."

Xiao Song nodded with a smile, "Thank you for the reminder, old gentleman. But people from the manor already made it clear—due to some folks previously refusing to leave, we’re warned against following their example, or we’d bear the consequences."

The irritating part was that while speaking, he discreetly observed Elder Yu.

The old gentleman was momentarily stunned but then burst into laughter. Standing by his side was his stunning granddaughter, her delicate face frosty.

Elder Yu laughed for quite a while before speaking smugly, "That fellow really doesn’t have a way to deal with me."

Truthfully, he felt a bit regretful; he had originally wanted to create some additional trouble for Feng Jun.

At that moment, Feng Jun approached from afar. Upon seeing him, Elder Yu raised a hand enthusiastically, "Master Feng, there’s been progress on that matter."

Feng Jun hurried over and followed Elder Yu into the front building.

Xiao Song was momentarily dazed, then exchanged glances with his two companions. "Seems like the old gentleman really is staying here indefinitely."

Due to confidentiality rules, they couldn’t discuss the matter outside, so it remained a topic limited to the three of them.

The details of the treatment had already been relayed to Eldest Gu’s secretary, only to receive one reply: Elder Yu is also staying indefinitely at Luohua. You all can try and see if you can extend your stay there too.

Unfortunately, Yang Yuxin was resolute in rejecting this request, and the old gentleman’s recent suggestion clearly carried ulterior motives.

Someone advised Xiao Song, "The old gentleman pays for treatment; you’re already fortunate enough. There’s no need to dwell on anything else."

Xiao Song responded expressionlessly, "My fortune comes from Boss Gu. Not completing the task Boss Gu assigned... of course, is regrettable."

It has to be said, his gratitude was directed correctly—to Gu Family. Thanking Feng Jun, however, was misguided.

Feng Jun chatted with the old gentleman for a while and was surprised when he heard that the replica had already been finished. "So fast?"

"That’s a warship! I told you not to overly focus on craftsmanship, but you shouldn’t produce something subpar either, right?"

Elder Yu didn’t bother explaining much, casually replying, "It was pre-made earlier. Tonight, it will be relocated to a high-security dock. As for the specific location... Do you need the map?"

Feng Jun didn’t think he needed the map, but since it allowed him flexibility, why let others know otherwise? Thus, he nodded, "Having the map would be best. Some codes would be ideal too... Anything you can share, please do. It’ll greatly minimize my energy expenditure."

Elder Yu chuckled, "There aren’t any codes, actually—mainly documentation. Should I prepare some credentials for you?"

"Credentials?" At the mention of this, Feng Jun immediately became vigilant. As described in countless web novels, having credentials often signified recruitment, which came with responsibilities and obligations—none of which he had any interest in.

He firmly shook his head, "I’m not interested in credentials at all. If credentials are required for the map, forget it. That model warship could still fetch a good price as scrap metal."

His intent in providing the Zeus Shield frigate was to help Huaxia, but he wasn’t about to shackle himself in the process.

Elder Yu could clearly sense his caution but wasn’t surprised. Instead, he sighed faintly, "If the map’s not possible, I suppose I’ve failed too... If it can’t be done, so be it."

He decided to change the topic. "By the way, where’s all the grain that was in your warehouse?"

The grain had, of course, been transported to the mobile phone dimension. The six grain ships from Indonesia, the over 80,000 tons of wheat purchased domestically, and the more than 10,000 tons from Champa ships had brought his stockpiled grain to over 600,000 tons within the phone dimension.

That stockpile was more than enough for fulfilling his agreement with Huang Fu Flawless, although expanding in the mobile phone dimension wasn’t an immediate priority.

Clearing his warehouse now was to make room for refrigerators and air conditioners—these items took up significant space as well.

By 4 PM that afternoon, Little Du finally sent Elder Yu a location map. It was just a rough sketch; detailed blueprints weren’t included. Little Du instructed Elder Yu to delete it immediately after studying it.

Though Elder Yu was fond of throwing his weight around, he would never commit fundamental errors on principle. After showing Feng Jun the location map for 15 minutes, he promptly deleted it. "You should have remembered it by now."

As a side note, the old gentleman’s approach here was rather strict on himself—many people at his level felt such confidentiality requirements didn’t apply to leadership like themselves.

Feng Jun didn’t think the request was excessive. In fact, he had memorized the map within a minute.

Even without the map, Elder Yu could provide a general location, and finding the model ship wouldn’t take him much extra effort.

Ultimately, it was simply about maintaining appearances...

After passing on the task, Little Du didn’t rest that night. He was deeply curious—what kind of situation would arise after relocating the Klangbointe model to another dock?

As he had said earlier, the model was prepared specifically for the South Sea. Its location couldn’t be too far from the South Sea; otherwise, when tensions escalated, even transporting the model could catch unwanted attention.

It’s important to note that this was merely a model. Without any engines, towing it during wartime would be highly inconvenient.

Thus, the model had always been stored at a naval base port in Qiongzhou, within a concealed, mountain-encased dock.

The navy in Qiongzhou had several such hidden docks, capable of housing both submarines and warships. These facilities were strategically designed for breaking through the first island chain at any moment.

The specific details couldn’t be elaborated further. In short, it was impossible for the Klangbointe model to appear at an open-air dock, as that would compromise its deception’s effectiveness. However, being utterly useless, it hadn’t even touched seawater.

Its manufacturing cost was a little over a million—a disposable item or tactical decoy. It hadn’t been used back then, and destruction would’ve been perfectly normal.

But directly discarding it would’ve meant wasted national assets. Hence, it was moved on land and hidden somewhere—just in case it might be useful someday.

In fact, it might very well be useful in the future, with Huaxia increasingly focused on its navy. Many believed that one day, the model could serve as a target ship during military drills. The idea of using a Zeus Shield frigate as such was oddly satisfying.

Nonetheless, the model remained in a "neither here nor there" state—it had no promising future.

Now that orders came to relocate the model, everyone agreed without hesitation. After all, there were plenty of concealed docks around, most with robust signal-blocking capabilities—no blocking meant being discovered.

Pushing a wooden model ship into the water was simple, but avoiding attention wasn’t easy, particularly with explicit orders to ensure nobody outside noticed.

The work began after nightfall—pushing the ship into the sea took two hours. Towing it to the desired location required another three hours, wrapping up around 1 AM. The two spots were less than fifty nautical miles apart.

Once docked, covering it with tarpaulins and securing everything took another hour.

It wasn’t easy for everyone involved. After finishing the task, a break was well-deserved.

Military projects were no trivial matter, though often, nothing dramatic happened. Given the high-level confidentiality of this dock, protected by three layers of Men Gang barriers, unauthorized personnel couldn’t enter, and Mai Nation’s reconnaissance satellites couldn’t detect it either.

As for the improbable scenario of armed forces launching a sudden attack? Let’s be real—such an act might directly trigger World War III.

As everyone rested, chatting on the shore, someone suddenly said, "Hmm? Did anyone else see that tarpaulin move just now?"

Another person chimed in, "I think... I saw it too."