Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 4: Zhang Weihong

Feng Jun was taken aback by the loud noise and sparks, and he subconsciously took two steps backward. When he heard the shouting outside, he glanced at the charger that had turned into black charcoal, then he turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.

When he walked to the washroom, he took a look at the phone in his hand and found there was no damage on the surface. There was still a half-centimeter blackened charging cable hanging on the charging port.

He was holding the phone with his left hand, which was darkened by the electric wire and looked a bit obtrusive.

After carefully washing his hands twice with hand sanitizer, he was sure that there was nothing abnormal in his hands. He held the phone and walked slowly to the fitness hall.

Many people gathered in the hall to watch the drama. The transformer for the city's power net was outside Hongjie Fitness Club. It was less than a hundred meters away from the door of the club, and black smoke was coming out of it at this moment.

"This is really bad luck." The receptionist, Xiao Li, drank from a bag of soy milk with a straw and pointed at the transformer. "The thunder just broke a transformer yesterday, and it was replaced in the middle of last night, but now, it's broken again!"

"I think the line wasn't connected properly." The little fat man, Zhao Hongqi, shook his head as if he was an expert. "It's not the peak of electricity consumption in the early morning, and it shouldn't explode right now."

Xiao Li rolled her eyes at him and argued, "Probably because it's of bad quality. I think it's highly possible."

"Hey, what're you talking about?" There was a loud roar in the distance. A man in a blue uniform walked to them. The uniform was the standard configuration of the electrical institution, and on the left chest, it was embroidered with two red letters the size of an egg—"Power Supply".

The man in blue was very angry at Xiao Li and Zhao Hongqi's conversation. In his eyes, it was already very hard to repair the transformer overnight. Yesterday's thunderstorm damaged many electrical equipment and facilities.

He had been busy until now, and he hadn't had time to sleep at all. And now, he heard someone questioning his professional skills and job, which was unacceptable. "Maybe it's because you've used too much electricity."

Since Zhao Hongqi took himself as an expert, he had his own understanding. He snorted disdainfully and said, "We have an electric switch in our club. If the problem is with us, the electric switch in our club must be tripped off first. You should know that, right?"

Feng Jun stood not far away while listening to their bickering. He took out his phone and found it still only had 12% power.

He had probably just used a fake charger, but he was struck dumb when he glanced over his wrist the next second. The color of the mark of the stone ring had changed from light blue to a slightly darker blue.

Did the transformer explode because my body just absorbed a huge current?

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It was just a guess, but it shouldn't cause such a serious consequence if he simply charged an old phone.

As for why the electric switch in the club wasn't tripped off, Feng Jun couldn't make a reasonable explanation. After all, he majored in arts in university.

Seeing that the color of the stone ring mark was a little darker, Feng Jun ached to find a secret place and try to enter the farm again. It was really hard to restrain himself from doing that.

However, he finally managed to restrain himself. It was the 10 mature pastures in his QQ farm that helped him make up his mind.

The painful experience last time left a deep impression on him, so he thought it would be safer to do this test during the lunch break.

When it was finally noon, Feng Jun hid in the washroom again and immediately opened the QQ farm. Before he touched the screen, a line floated on the interface.

Sister Hong just stole 15 blades of grass from your farm.

Feng Jun was struck dumb for a second. He then shook his head with a resigned look.

Without delay, he touched the big hand on the screen and entered the strange space once more.

"Oh, I must charge myself first if I want to come here." Feng Jun finally figured it out.

Afterward, he reached out and touched his trouser pocket. He wanted to see if the cigarettes and lighter he carried in his pocket had been brought in by himself.

It was tiring to harvest grass, and a cigarette could help him unwind. He wouldn't exchange the comfort for anything.

He would have a great sense of achievement by smoking inside the QQ farm too.

Unfortunately, Feng Jun searched himself for a long time, but he couldn't find where his pocket was.

He looked down and found that he couldn't even see what color of clothes he was wearing, let alone the style.

He was sure that he was wearing clothes, but he just didn't know what he was wearing. If he wasn't looking for a cigarette, he wouldn't be able to notice the weirdness of his clothes.

This feeling was very strange, yet somehow reasonable.

Feng Jun sighed heavily. "It seems that I really exist in the form of data in this game."

Anyway, since it was an adventure, he shouldn't be too demanding. There was no one else who could enter the Internet world in the form of data after all.

After glancing around, he sighed heavily once more. "Damn, it's time to harvest the grass again. It's a big piece of land, and I should just plant a single field next time."

In fact, it still hit him badly when he could only enter the QQ farm in the form of data. Six hours later, he appeared in the washroom stall and kept on babbling, "It could be a great storage space."

If he could bring objects from the outside into it, it would become a ready-made storage bag.

In today's society, one could live a convenient life if he had a storage bag with him everywhere.

He even seriously thought about what he should carry into the space in order to maximize his own interests.

Drugs and ammunition were illegal, but he could put Indian medicines and all kinds of make-up products into the space and make a lot of money by selling them.

What a shame that he could carry nothing into that space!

Feng Jun sat on the toilet while complaining for a long time. He then found a reason to make himself less uncomfortable. He didn't know enough about this adventure now, but there must be bigger surprises waiting for him in the future.

Just as he composed himself and was about to open the door, someone slapped the thin door violently. "Hey, are you afraid to pass the intestines out of your body? You've been inside for too long."

Feng Jun stood up and opened the door. He then looked at Liu Shuming with a frown. "Are you hungry?"

Coach Liu was startled at first. He then got furious and grabbed him over. "What did you say?"

Feng Jun stared at him coldly in silence. He never liked this man, and he wasn't afraid to have a fight against him at this moment.

All the employees in Hongjie knew that Liu Shuming wasn't as strong as Wang Haifeng, but few people were aware that Wang Haifeng was no match for Feng Jun.

Feng Jun was about 1.73 meters tall. He wasn't very tall, but he was quite bulky, weighing a full 150 kilograms. Although he looked a little fat at a simple glance, he had great strength and unbelievable flexibility.

Actually, when he graduated from university two years ago, Feng Jun weighed less than 120. During his life at the university, he was famous for his enjoyment of exercise. He was skilled at long-distance running, swimming, and fighting.

Sadly, in the past two years after graduation, he was busy working for survival and making money in order to get married. He was so tired every day that he had no time to exercise.

People who were accustomed to exercise for a long period of time would accumulate a lot of fat within a short time once they stopped exercising, which was a natural law.

Nevertheless, years of regular exercise gave him a good body, and two years weren't enough to completely destroy it.

After he joined Hongjie, even though he had a low position, he also had some free time to exercise, so he was gradually recovering to his former state.

Liu Shuming grabbed his collar and tugged hard. He was surprised to find that he couldn't move him at all, so he raised his fist and punched ahead.

He curled his lips and said viciously, "How dare you say that to my face? Even Wang Haifeng can't blame me for beating you!"

Although he sounded aggressive, he couldn't hide his guilty conscience.

Feng Jun rolled his eyes at him. "Let me go."

Liu Shuming subconsciously moved his hand away at once. He was the type of bully who was actually a coward.

Seeing Feng Jun casually walking outside, Coach Liu spat. "How dare he tell me to eat sh*t? Let's wait and see!"

Feng Jun stopped and gave him a glance. He then said with an expressionless face, "I said that because I'm hungry, and I'm leaving to have some food."

After that, he left Liu Shuming alone and walked out alone.

Liu Shuming was struck dumb for a moment. He then walked into a washroom stall and slammed the door. "He's only good at arguing!"

Feng Jun didn't know that he left such an impression on Liu Shuming. In fact, he was unusually starving again after harvesting the grass of 10 pastures.

There was a small canteen in Hongjie Fitness Club, and the staff meal was provided at noon. Feng Jun hesitated, but he still chose to go to the small restaurant today. He intuitively felt that his appetite today wouldn't be small.

Unsurprisingly, he ate three bowls of fried noodles, two plates of vegetarian dishes, and five chicken drumsticks again. He didn't order thinly sliced beef and beef offal this time because it was too expensive.

Although he already figured out how the adventure happened, he felt that he couldn't indulge himself before he found the means to make money with it.

He could eat something else to fill his stomach anyway.

When he paid the bill, the restaurant owner gave him a strange look again.

Feng Jun couldn't stand it anymore. "Hey, you're the restaurant owner. Why are you afraid of a man with a huge appetite?"

The owner frowned. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Haven't you noticed that you have a strange smell?"