Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 2540: Chapter 2532: Manifesting Divinity

The pharmaceuticals in Feng Jun’s possession weren’t abundant, many of which still needed to be used in the Earth Realm—even though the quantity of his medical equipment and pharmaceuticals was calculated in tens of thousands of tons, medical equipment was very heavy, and those pharmaceuticals averaged per person, really weren’t much.

"This really puts me in a difficult spot."

He Runxian was taken aback by these words, but strictly speaking, he wasn’t surprised by this answer.

The mysterious forces indeed had things unknown to everyone, but that was in terms of combat ability. As for pharmaceuticals, the mysterious forces might not be proficient, as broker had previously expressed a reluctance to purchase pharmaceuticals.

So he said, "I’m not picky about pharmaceuticals, whatever will do. We can purchase pharmaceuticals from other galaxies, if you could help with transportation... you can name your conditions."

"Another request for help with transportation..." Feng Jun smiled indifferently, "Do you think we can keep collaborating like this?"

"Well..." He Runxian hesitated for a moment, recalling the fleet equipment of a brigade that Feng Jun had taken away. He didn’t know the full details of the matter, but he could confirm that the broker had always been reliable in business dealings.

So the military must have done something to anger him, hence he lightly coughed, "Hesheng does business... at the very least, I personally have always been sincere in doing business with you, right?"

"Then start preparing," Feng Jun answered seriously. He indeed intended to donate, but it’s better if they could procure their own pharmaceuticals, as some equipment could also be deployed in the Earth Realm.

Of course, he would remind the other party once more, "Make sure not to play any tricks, you know the consequences."

"Certainly, I don’t want to end up like Minister Shen," He Runxian nodded.

Minister Shen’s suicide was actually a military secret; technically, he wasn’t supposed to know.

However, many believed there was something suspicious about it, as Minister Shen had no motive for suicide. Even if he lost a brigade’s equipment, it was official business, a decision made after much consultation.

The military might impose administrative penalties for his negligence, perhaps even a few more years in prison, but definitely not the death penalty.

Since it wasn’t a matter of life or death, why would he commit suicide? Thus, the military launched an investigation.

Given the investigation, He Runxian, being closely related to the matter, was naturally questioned and only then learned of Minister Shen’s death. Otherwise, even though Hesheng had expansive reach, it likely wouldn’t receive such news from an isolated production base.

He Runxian straightforwardly asked, "How would you like us to pay for it?"

"Seventy percent of the shipped goods," Feng Jun answered casually, "I’ll provide you with some energy stones, how do you intend to pay? I’m not interested in Federation currency."

"Even if you were interested, I wouldn’t dare give you Federation currency," He Runxian smiled wryly and shook his head, "Regardless of who you are, ultimately, you made away with a military fleet’s equipment; I really don’t dare to have any monetary dealings with you."

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, "Never mind, I’ll provide you with some things first, while it’s still daylight, get moving... Can you open up Depot Number Three?"

"Of course, we’ve maintained it well," He Runxian thought to himself that he’d been waiting for this moment, then looked around, "But... won’t the Insect Race come to harass us?"

Feng Jun didn’t bother explaining further, and pointed to the sky, "As long as it’s raining, the Insect Race won’t possibly appear."

"Is the rain that effective?" He Runxian looked up at the sky, wanting to ask more, but in the end, he turned and ran off, "Wait here, I’ll notify them to open the depot."

The task of conveying the message was completed by a bodyguard. Once the people at the base heard the news, they erupted with excitement—having held out for so many days, finally there were new supplies to replenish with. Previously, the supplies from Hesheng were only going out.

This uproar could even be felt by He Runxian outside the base, even though he was about a mile away from the protective net. He couldn’t help but marvel, "The entire base seems to have come alive."

Of course, there were dissenting voices; a Major from the Intelligence Bureau remarked, "We demand to inspect the goods on the spot and verify the other party’s identity."

However, upon hearing these words, even the soldiers of the City Defense Army looked on disapprovingly—how clueless must one be to say such things?

He Huiqing directly stated, "The other party’s request is for everyone to leave the depot, and if Major Bacon insists on this, then we can only refuse to accept the goods."

Major Bacon pursed his lips and said no more, as he knew that if he insisted any longer, his own soldiers might secretly shoot him in the back.

In any case, he had to make a statement, but as for the effect after making it, that wasn’t something he could guarantee.

The gates of the depot slowly opened, and then everyone evacuated. Afterwards, white mist began to form inside the depot, and before long, the mist thickened to the point where it seemed to resemble milk, and could even be seen swirling and flowing in the air.

"This white mist... as expected, it’s their tactic!" Someone gasped, even though everyone had already assumed that if the other side dared to deliver goods at this time, they must have a way to deal with the Insect Race. However, seeing the white mist rise again still left them shocked.

Major Bacon bit his lip tightly, lost in thought.

Then, that foreign mecha openly entered the white mist, stayed for about ten minutes, and then came out.

The mecha opened its loudspeaker again, addressing the production base, "Prepare for transportation first, and only go in once the white mist disappears."

A thunderous cheer erupted from inside the base, clearly a response from everyone.

Feng Jun came to He Runxian’s side, both mechas standing still in the rain, "Have you figured out what you can offer me?"

The mecha that He Runxian was in shook its head and replied honestly, "You should specify, sir, I really don’t know what I can provide."

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, "I want military supplies... but I suppose you can’t agree to that?"

He Runxian could only force a smile, "You know, sir, Minister Shen is under investigation precisely because of the disappearance of military supplies."

Feng Jun spoke again, "How about the production line for Life Potion... can you manage to get a few?"

"Not even one, let alone a few?" He Runxian continued to smile bitterly, "Life Potion is a top-controlled asset of the Federation, and as for the production line... do you think it’s feasible, sir?"

"You’re not being reasonable," Feng Jun, who had some understanding of Life Potion, said, "Many underground resistance forces can produce Life Potion, which entirely proves it can be produced on a small scale."

He Runxian thought for a moment before answering, "I know what you’re talking about, sir, but we can’t rule out the possibility of rumors. Resistance movements also need to boost their morale... and even if small-scale production is possible, Hesheng wouldn’t dare operate."

"After all, if such a matter were exposed, it would indeed risk extermination of the clan!"

After he finished speaking, before Feng Jun could say anything, Yi Jue’s thought reached him, "If you’re interested in such a production line, I can help you seize one."

Feng Jun composed himself before speaking again, "Then let’s settle with a Limb Regeneration Potion production line. That should be much simpler, right?"

Do you have some misunderstanding about the word "simple"? He Runxian was stunned before answering, "This is also heavily controlled and involves several major powers... Hesheng would probably need about twenty years to acquire a production line."

He suspected Feng Jun belonged to some mysterious force, but he wasn’t sure where it came from, "The key is production isn’t easy to sell, unless you can solve the product license issue, but if that happens, both sides will still face certain forces’ malice."

"I don’t need a product license," Feng Jun answered straightforwardly, "Actually, we also have Life Potion and Limb Regeneration Potion; they work better than yours, except yours are cheaper and benefit more people."

"You?" He Runxian finally noticed the term but wouldn’t delve deeper, "If there’s such a guarantee, I’ll get you the Limb Regeneration Potion production line within five years... but only after the war ends, I hope you can trust me."

"Of course, I’ll trust you," Feng Jun chuckled softly at these words, "Those who betray our trust never end well, so it’s settled then... three Limb Regeneration Potion production lines?"

After thinking for a moment, He Runxian answered, "I’m not very sure about the value of that potion’s production line, but I know it’s not cheap. For three lines, I suppose it involves massive amounts of energy stones. I hope you’ll consider that."

"I’m not short on energy stones, I’m just afraid you can’t handle it," Feng Jun replied calmly, "So I’m considering giving you a little first, and after the war ends, we’ll adjust it... how does that sound?"

"That’s not a problem," He Runxian nodded, "it’s not that I don’t trust you, sir. Mainly, I believe even Hesheng can’t advance three production lines... Don’t you need something else? I’m not entirely confident about getting the Limb Regeneration production line."

After thinking, Feng Jun answered, "Something else... get some holographic images for the space battleship fleet cooperation, the more, the better."

He Runxian couldn’t help but burst out at this request, "Holographic images of space battles... are you really from another civilization?"

"I am from the Human Race, alright?" Feng Jun replied impatiently, "If I weren’t Human, why would I need Life Potion and Limb Regeneration Potion? Would these potions be useful for other civilizations?"

His reasoning was very solid, but since He Runxian asked that question, he didn’t bother to conceal, "Other civilizations, with the information and principles, could also draw inspiration or even reverse engineer, isn’t that what bionics is for?"

"I really don’t know what’s going on in your head," Feng Jun rolled his eyes in frustration, "I’m buying production lines from you, three of them... I’m not after manufacturing principles, got it?"

"Understood," He Runxian felt a bit embarrassed and kept nodding, "I really thought it wrong."

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