Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1236: Can It Cure Cancer?

Chapter 1236: Chapter 1236: Can It Cure Cancer?

In view of the other party’s brazen surveillance last time, Feng Jun made it clear that this time the oil tanker should be at least thirty nautical miles from the coastline, and no one should be within thirty nautical miles.

The other side was also a bit annoyed, feeling that last time you injured our people and took our things, and we didn’t even say anything, yet you have so many demands?

But when faced with someone who always says "buy or not," they had no choice.

But thirty nautical miles is over fifty kilometers. A few days ago, Feng Jun and Zhang Caixin went to Haizhou and had already learned from last time’s lesson. Feng Jun waited fifty kilometers away while Zhang Caixin, wearing the Mirage King Bracer, went into the base multiple times to infuse crude oil.

So they had no idea how the crude oil at the Haizhou Reserve Base was filled; they just heard a dull "dun dun dun" sound, without seeing anyone.

This time, at a distance of more than fifty kilometers from the coastline, even the largest night vision goggles were ineffective, especially since distance affects them a lot—from factors like airflow to water vapor.

But since they couldn’t figure out Feng Jun’s operation, they were really scratching their heads because the weather that day wasn’t great. They dispatched two small boats, which didn’t make much sound, and turned off the lights.

Feng Jun’s mobile phone with "nearby people" couldn’t check too far.

However, he didn’t check. Instead, he wore the Mirage King Bracer and held infrared binoculars, patrolling back and forth around the area.

Both motorboats were small, with three people aboard each, and Feng Jun quickly spotted them.

So he came up behind them, checking identities using his mobile phone.

These two motorboats were fairly risky, stopping and starting frequently because small boats are greatly affected by wind and waves, and high magnification binoculars emphasize stability. They even got within less than ten nautical miles of the oil tanker.

If they had just sped by, Feng Jun might have thought it was a coincidence—after all, a thirty nautical mile radius is quite a big area. But seeing them act so suspiciously, even checking the "nearby people" was kind of excessive.

Once Feng Jun confirmed, he straightforwardly raised his hand and capsized the two boats.

When he acted, Zhang Caixin was still "dun dun dun" infusing crude oil. After she finished filling a Storage Bag, Feng Jun fetched another bag for her, and then went to check on the six people who fell into the water.

The six of them, wearing life jackets, floated on the water, but one person was clearly unconscious, not sure if it was because he couldn’t swim.

Feng Jun initially thought of dealing a heavier blow, but seeing the five dragging the unconscious one towards the shoreline, his heart softened a bit—faithfulness to colleagues is always respectable.

So he snorted coldly and spoke, "People who don’t follow the rules should pay the price. Next time, it won’t be this cheap."

Hearing someone speak, the five conscious people looked around in shock, yet couldn’t see where the voice came from.

One of them got angry, "Playing tricks...capsizing the boat—is this what you call taking advantage? If you have the guts, kill us."

Courting death! Feng Jun raised his hand and hoisted this person fifty or sixty meters into the air, then let go, letting him fall back towards the ocean, "Wishing for death isn’t hard."

He was skilled in swimming and had a life jacket, so he should have survived, but falling from fifty or sixty meters into the water produced too much energy.

Even with a life jacket as a cushion, he was knocked unconscious on the spot, with internal bleeding. After being dragged for about ten nautical miles by his companions and sent to the hospital, he had only a breath left.

Another who was unconscious suffered serious aftereffects due to prolonged immersion in cold seawater.

In short, of the six who approached, one was seriously and one lightly injured, and it took the other four a long time to barely recover.

This time, they were not having it, since the seriously disabled one was clearly intentional, and the four survivors could testify, with the assailant having openly declared the intent to kill.

Unfortunately, at the time, everyone was in the water, and there was no video evidence to prove this—they only had witness testimony.

Of course, at this level, whether there is physical evidence is truly unimportant, and no one would fault these details.

The other party then demanded Yu Zhiyuan hand over the perpetrator—"Let’s not make things unsightly for everyone."

Yu Zhiyuan argued reasonably for a while: We set the boundaries, you insist on entering within thirty nautical miles, who’s to blame?

The other side was still relentless, and Yu Zhiyuan directly lost his temper: Then don’t say anything, go sue us, I want to see how the case goes—without evidence, what can you say?

He was extremely irate, indicating that due to your two untrustworthy transactions, we won’t sell crude oil to you for the next six months.

He wasn’t afraid to say this because Feng Jun repeatedly expressed that he was a bit tired of the crude oil business, and having received all payments, a temporary break wasn’t a bad idea.

Hearing this response, they were really a bit dumbfounded: How tough-headed is the Yu family?

When they confirmed that it was no joke, they were a bit helpless—did it really stop just like that?

Actually, the quality of "saying what you mean" used to be common, but these days people’s hearts have gone bad. Many words can only be seen as a means of business negotiation; if anyone takes them seriously, it can only be said that they are not mature enough.

But when Yu Zhiyuan said "I took it seriously," the other party was completely stumped.

Such good crude oil, and it can’t be traded within six months? How is that possible?

Talking about accountability is not worth mentioning—a joke, how much is ten thousand cubic meters of oil worth compared to a human life?

However, after they figured it out and regretted it, Yu Zhiyuan truly wasn’t discussing it with them anymore.

He found Feng Jun and explained the negotiations from both sides: I’m deciding on this, I don’t know if you, Mountain Master Feng, have any opinions?

Feng Jun said: I have no opinions, you... handled it quite well.

This was the first time he found the Yu family members somewhat endearing. Initially, he was prepared to take a tough stance against them and didn’t rely on the Yu family because, in his mind, their commitment wasn’t enough.

But Yu Zhiyuan’s actions told him: The Yu family is the Yu family; when they want to do something, they really don’t need to overthink it.

Anyway, Feng Jun felt quite relieved, with the Yu family backing him, he could completely let himself go.

However, just as he was about to enter the mobile phone dimension, Yang Yuxin and Gu Jiahui returned.

Actually, their return wouldn’t affect much in the manor, as their presence in Luohua wasn’t significant.

Gu Jiahui was the second-highest cultivation disciple in Luohua, but it didn’t mean much, as Zhang Caixin’s brilliance was overwhelming.

To quote a popular saying, everyone knows the highest peak in the world, but how many people know the name of the second highest peak?

Yang Yuxin had also helped Feng Jun a lot, and people knew she wasn’t easy to provoke, though few knew how much she contributed to Luohua.

But this time, the main reason for their return was that Director Yang encountered a situation—she felt she was about to advance.

Sure enough, she returned at four in the afternoon and advanced by seven in the evening, moving up to the second layer of the Mortal Shedding stage.

Sister Hong even told a very social joke, "It felt like Director Yang was at three centimeters open when she returned, desperately anxious, and then suddenly popped, finally giving birth... I meant upgrading, don’t get any weird ideas."

It was supposed to be that the second layer of the Mortal Shedding stage had no presence in Luohua, only slightly stronger than Li Shishi’s first layer, but Director Yang felt there was a reason to celebrate—because she thought she was getting older and hadn’t held out much hope for advancing.

She felt that reaching the first layer with a Storage Talisman was already fortunate, and she hadn’t expected to have a chance to advance. Plus, her daughter had advanced earlier, so she felt it necessary to make a big fuss about it.

It was already a bit late today, so Li Shishi made a few calls to have some semi-finished products prepared at a city hotel, processed them a bit at home, and Yang Yuxin stated that tomorrow would be the proper celebration.

Seeing Yang Yuxin and her daughter preparing a feast to celebrate the advancement, a few from the Yu family felt indescribable, and Elder Yu congratulated the two and then glanced at his granddaughter pensively.

Because the banquet was prepared in a hurry, there wasn’t a grand sense of ceremony. After casually chatting for a couple of sentences, Yang Yuxin brought up another matter: during the recent trip to Beijing, she met with the Eldest Gu, who wanted to know if Feng Jun was confident in treating cancer.

"Cancer?" Feng Jun was immediately perplexed, "How did this topic come up? Could it be..."

Yang Yuxin knew what he was thinking and couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "My brother-in-law is definitely fine, you’re overthinking it... now there’s a patient who has come to him for help, and he’s asking me to inquire with you."

"There are so many experts in our country," Feng Jun chuckled, "Why ask me?"

"Aren’t they ineffective?" Yang Yuxin bluntly stated, "The fatality rate of this disease is too high."

Feng Jun shrugged his hands, "If the experts can’t do it, I definitely can’t either."

"Experts couldn’t cure motor neuron disease..." Yang Yuxin glanced at her daughter and changed her approach, "Couldn’t cure motor neuron disease, yet you managed to cure it? I feel like the Foundation Establishment Pill is pretty good, it can help boost resistance."

"Probably not," Feng Jun shook his head, "The Foundation Establishment Pill can enhance the vitality of the human body, but it can also enhance the vitality of cancer cells."

"Just give it a try, what’s the harm?" Yang Yuxin still wanted to persuade him, "At worst, it just can’t be cured, anyway, it can make money, right?"

She always believed that Feng Jun might not be very well-off financially, even though he had recently earned a bit of money in graphene.

The key issue of selling crude oil, she wasn’t aware of; firstly, the Yu family was helping manage it, and secondly, the interest groups involved in crude oil were too numerous. Feng Jun thought it would be better not to tell her—to prevent any complications on Eldest Gu’s side.

Feng Jun smiled and shook his head, about to say that he wasn’t in need of money at the moment, when suddenly Hua Hua transmitted a thought, "Those cancer cells might be able to feed gu insects."

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