Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 2539: Chapter 2531: Farewell

Feng Jun completely ignored the Major’s doubts, "He Runxian, I’m going to count to three. If you don’t come out, I’m leaving!"

"One, two..."

"I’m coming right out," He Runxian answered loudly after grabbing the communicator, "Sir, please give me a moment to put on my mecha."

It didn’t take him long to suit up, and five minutes later, he emerged from the production base with two bodyguards in tow.

Feng Jun didn’t make a fuss about the two bodyguards. When he first met He Runxian, this guy would even bring bodyguards to his own doorstep, "Don’t walk too close, you two."

The bodyguards obediently stopped, but He Runxian strode forward without hesitation, though the plasma cannon in his hand was clearly in charge mode, indicating he was still wary.

Despite that, he chuckled lightly and spoke, "Sir, it’s been too long, I missed you."

"Who’s to blame for you being too weak?" Feng Jun responded indifferently, "A mere person with the surname Shen can have you wrapped around their finger like that."

"Yeah, weakness is the original sin," He Runxian sighed lightly. In the eyes of ordinary people, even someone like Sister Qin, who was incredibly powerful, he was undoubtedly strong. But he knew deep down that compared to Minister Shen or the man before him, he was truly insignificant.

Gathering his thoughts, he spoke solemnly, "I am truly grateful that you remember me now, Sir."

If this was back in Feng Jun’s hustling days in Yangcheng, he might have believed the gratitude was genuine, but after mingling in society for so long, he now understood the unsaid subtext—What made you think of me?

"You’re just lucky enough, heard from my partner here, still persisting, so I came to take a look. I thought you might have died in the Doomsday Fortress...because Minister Shen died?"

"That’s only a small part of the reason," He Runxian answered candidly, "Mainly, the Insect Race is attacking crazily, and without my coordination, the production base couldn’t hold out... Did people from your side finish off Minister Shen?"

He lowered his voice to the lowest volume for the last sentence.

"If you must pin it on us, it’s no big deal," Feng Jun replied nonchalantly, "We didn’t like the guy anyway, with such a major threat ahead, he was busy causing trouble, scattering the Human Race’s defense forces... Truly deserved to die!"

"Let’s say it was your doing then, thanks," He Runxian didn’t dwell on the answer but returned to the main topic, "Sir, since you are willing to help us again, I must thank you on behalf of Hesheng. But... what do you want in return?"

Is he trying to paint my portrait or what? Feng Jun was really triggered by similar rhetoric, so subconsciously, he didn’t want to reveal his initial intention, "Let’s just make friends. I’m quite interested in Hesheng’s technology in mechanical equipment manufacturing."

He was indeed interested; however... he had already copied most of the data, so it was just an excuse.

He Runxian’s face was hidden in the mecha, so his expressions couldn’t be seen, but his tone made the issue clear, "Sir, these are Hesheng’s lifeline and foundation, impossible to give you. However, if you want my life, that could be negotiable."

With such cunning, trying to paint my portrait? Feng Jun sneered inwardly but maintained a calm tone, "If it’s impossible, so be it. I heard Director He has three beautiful daughters studying at the Federal Royal Academy of Arts, I greatly admire..."

Suddenly, Yi Jue sends a Divine Sense, "Bored or what... wouldn’t it be better to spend this time cultivating a bit more?"

With this interruption, He Runxian laughed, "Sir, don’t joke around. I also love my children dearly, but let me say... my third daughter isn’t worth such a high price for you, fifty thousand tons of energy blocks would suffice to win her over."

What’s the concept of fifty thousand tons of energy blocks? Just six open-pit energy extraction devices!

Even on the Earth Realm, fifty thousand tons of coal, at six hundred per ton, still cost three billion.

Three billion to win over a beautiful girl... basically enough, even for a billionaire’s daughter.

This is the advantage of the Human Federation, having many children, although parents love their kids dearly, they don’t hold them in heaven-like reverence, thinking their children are the best in the world.

They evaluate their children’s worth relatively objectively—you can’t be entirely subjective when there’s simply too much to handle.

Feng Jun was indeed using it as an excuse, He Runxian’s third daughter was a recognized beauty, ranked among the top hundred beauties on Xingzheng Star for nearly a decade, after this entrance to the Federal Royal Academy of Arts, finding a decent family meant a ninety-nine percent chance she won’t need to return to the frontier.

But according to Feng Jun... it’s just a matter of cultural difference and natural aesthetic difference.

A beauty with a stocky build and sturdy limbs, even if quite fierce... since when did Feng Jun go for that? He’s not from the Xiongnu.

Finding that He Runxian isn’t a doting father, Feng Jun felt a bit disappointed, but it was no big deal, "Alright, if you think it’s an excuse, let it be an excuse... I have no interest in saying the actual reason, okay?"

Want to paint my portrait? Dream on!

"Then... of course, that works," He Runxian felt slightly disappointed, but in all fairness? There’s no shortage of best-selling books on the art of reading minds in the Federation, some people master the essence while others don’t.

So he bucked up a bit, "What could you... possibly provide us?"

"Tell me what you’re lacking," Feng Jun spoke calmly, "I’ll do my best to gather them."

"Energy stones and medicine," He Runxian replied without hesitation, "Food isn’t crucial... it’s the medicine shortage that’s severe."

Unlike Ninth Brother and Sister Qin, the production base, although there are injuries daily, does have a hospital. Moreover, as an independent suburban unit, the number of injuries can ultimately be estimated, and medicine demand can be uniformly dispatched.

Ninth Brother and Sister Qin facing a medicine shortage is a widespread, societal issue. Thus, the production base can be considered a paradise.

Even so, when He Runxian started cooperating with Feng Jun, he planned for a considerable amount of medicine, and later, some medicine orders were fulfilled by the bank’s expansion.

However, regardless, these two entities have their own self-sustaining systems, and enough medicine is good enough; primarily, they aim to buy some food and energy blocks, without feeling the societal shortage of medicine.

Perhaps they felt it too, but that’s societal shortage, not theirs.

In such circumstances, when they have the resources to purchase, they definitely prioritize buying what their family lacks— as for societal shortages? Sorry, we’re too busy to consider that.

This might seem a bit selfish, but it’s a very normal reaction— self-preservation is inherently natural.

When society lacks something, efforts must be made to procure it— that’s often a scalper’s game.

Are there scalpers on Xingzheng Star? Yes, and quite a few. Some get rich off it, others survive through it.

Hence, He Runxian’s procurement of medicine wasn’t abundant, but that wasn’t his problem; he considered it unnecessary to buy too much medicine.

But when he connected with the military and local government, he discovered a big problem.

These two also lack all kinds of resources— energy stones, food, medicine... anything counts, as long as they can get their hands on it.

At the end of the day, their demand for medicine far exceeds the other two because they cater to the pure military and the masses— nutritional agents won’t kill people, but without medicine, people certainly die.

So they desperately extracted medicines from the production base, but unfortunately, the production base didn’t consider medicine a priority— though it is urgent, just not as much as energy stones and food.

On a blockaded planet, all hard demands are urgent needs, but who can tell which is more urgent?

When the medicine stock at Hesheng Production Base swiftly dwindled, the He family finally realized "Damn, this is very critical," but it was too late.

Before the medicine stock hit the warning line, the He family had already recognized the error and tried to brake, but sadly, braking has inertia, even more so when the military and government demand medicine with utmost urgency.

Earlier, your medicine supply went smoothly, but now you’re hesitating... are you looking to raise the price?

Don’t say you don’t want to increase prices, I know you do!

Now we’re not raising prices, still want you to supply at original quantities... do have the guts to stop supplying?

Fine, a slight price increase isn’t a big deal, try reducing the quantity if you’re bold?

Facing such circumstances, the military and government won’t reason with you; either you supply, or face dire consequences!

He Runxian was constantly striving to supply, but when he realized he could never meet their demands and would soon fail to supply at all, he eventually made a decision— "Just kill me, we really have no medicine left."

When making this decision, the He family still had some medicine left, but really not much.

The military and government were aware the He family had some medicine, but seeing He Runxian’s state, they genuinely couldn’t squeeze any more out.

Can’t squeeze... still have to squeeze! But the pressure must be appropriately relieved.

Don’t mention these tragic past events, the key problem now is... the production base lacks medicine the most, followed by energy stones, and lastly food.

He Runxian only recently realized the issue— with the Insect Race attacks intensifying, injuries surged, and the He family truly ran out of medicine. Just like that one-armed warrior, if medicine were available, why would he amputate?

Less than twenty days after amputation, back to the battlefield, indicating parts of the He family’s medicinal supplies managed to circulate better and improve, but... wouldn’t it be better to avoid amputation?

He Runxian has recognized his mistakes and is now actively correcting, prioritizing medicine— actually, in a normal battlefield, food and ammunition are indeed higher in importance, but... specific situations require specific responses.

"Medicine..." Feng Jun rubbed his forehead and pouted dejectedly.

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