Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 292: Chapter 292 Complementary (2nd Update)

Mou Miao looked at his girlfriend in astonishment, “You’re not serious, right? Didn’t we agree to strive for success in the capital?”

“Things have changed,” Liu Xiaoxuan shook her head, “First, we must ask ourselves, why do we strive in the capital? Because it has many platforms and opportunities…”

She paused, then continued, “But it’s not only in the capital where opportunities can be found. If other regions also present rare opportunities, why not seize them?”

One had to admit, her thinking was clear and precise, while Mou Miao happened not to be very good at planning his career.

Mou Miao pondered for a moment before asking, “Is President Feng really that impressive now?”

“How impressive he is, I don’t know, but when Wu, the young master of Sheng Tang Construction, with his five followers, had a respectful attitude towards Feng Jun that seemed to come from his heart,” Liu Xiaoxuan spoke seriously.

Just a moment ago you were suspecting Feng Jun of being a swindler, Mou Miao wanted to laugh, his disposition meant he would never say something so hurtful, “But it was Old Feng who said he was the young boss of Sheng Tang, there’s no proof though.”

“I’ve checked,” Liu Xiaoxuan took out her mobile phone and swiped open the screen, “The boss of Sheng Tang Construction is named Wu Jianguo, look, here’s his picture… Doesn’t he resemble Wu Limin?”

Mou Miao scratched his forehead, having such a clever girlfriend was certainly a relief for him, but also a bit of pressure, “I thought, it was about that half-million you were considering.”

“Half a million? To buy a bathroom in the capital?” Liu Xiaoxuan looked at him irritably, “He said the Boiler Camel Motorcycle could potentially sell thousands of units. Let’s be conservative and say a thousand units, at two thousand profit per unit, that should be attainable, right?”

Mou Miao touched his chin, speaking with hesitation, “This… I need to discuss with him. After calculating the costs, I’ll have to oversee the production. After putting in the effort, we’ll see how much he plans to let me earn per unit.”

“You are just too honest,” Liu Xiaoxuan looked at him helplessly, “Fine, he’s your classmate, you handle it. I’m just telling you… earning two million is merely the price of a Phaeton.”

Mou Miao was silent. Xiao Liu’s opinions were usually something he preferred to ignore. President Feng’s wealth was his own, and he only intended to earn what was rightfully his.

Liu Xiaoxuan sighed and switched the application on her mobile phone, “Let’s see what my girlfriends have to say.”

She was part of a WeChat group with four friends, a close-knit group. The message she sent was: In Zhengyang, I met a super handsome guy driving the legendary Phaeton, freaking out…

Friend 1: Ahh, Cao Cao, are you finally going to abandon your San Shui bro?

Friend 2: Step aside, upstairs. I’m begging for the WeChat ID of this super handsome bro.

Friend 3: Anyone driving a Phaeton surely has an even more expensive car at home. Cao Cao, you say nothing without a picture.

Evidently, the first half of friend 3’s message had quite the impact on Liu Xiaoxuan.

Mou Miao was familiar with these three and had a grasp of their way of speaking; he didn’t mind their wild talk.

He hesitated for a moment but still stuck to his thought, “Let’s first get the Boiler Camel Motorcycle done.”

This time Liu Xiaoxuan didn’t say anything, just nodded. She thought getting the Boiler Camel Motorcycle done wasn’t a bad idea. Once they achieved some results, perhaps they could ask President Feng for different business ventures.

Little did Feng Jun know that, for certain reasons, he found it inconvenient to recruit his high school classmate, but Liu Xiaoxuan, who was eager, intended to strongly push the matter.

As the saying goes, a wise wife prevents misfortune. It wasn’t certain whether Classmate Xiao Liu was extremely virtuous, but her personality perfectly complemented Mou Miao’s.

The next morning, at nine o’clock, Feng Jun called his old classmate, offering to take him on a tour of the scenic spots around Zhengyang, only to find out that Mou Miao had already taken off with Lao Pang, who was driving their car and was almost on the expressway.

Lao Pang was the professional-looking follower from yesterday. He was diligent and dug up a lot of information the night before. Early that morning, he contacted Mou Miao, who then along with Liu Xiaoxuan, headed straight to Chaoge.

In short, such efficiency in handling matters greatly surprised President Feng.

Since the Boiler Camel Motorcycle had a plan, Feng Jun, following the principle of not troubling others with multiple tasks, also mentioned the concept of a wooden car to Mou Miao, but he emphasized that it wasn’t urgent, and the Boiler Camel Motorcycle was the priority.

Mou Miao agreed without hesitation. It seemed that he had already determined that Feng Jun planned to do business with Bei Xinluo and didn’t raise any questions.

With that matter arranged, Feng Jun couldn’t return to the mobile phone dimension; if he went there, he wouldn’t be able to progress with the script here, making obtaining the Boiler Camel Motorcycle an indefinite prospect.

Therefore, he had to stay in this world for a while, but in fact, there were many things he could do in this dimension.

First, he needed to purchase a large number of goods, especially diesel, flour, meat, and other major living commodities.

Next, he felt it was necessary to find someone to translate instructions for some items into seal script.

Then, he planned to consider setting up a walkie-talkie station on Mount Zhige, to maximize the communication range of the walkie-talkies.

He even began to find out what was needed to set up mobile stations and whether it was difficult to network them.

Feng Jun ran to a street responsible for packaging and printing, where he purchased a considerable number of paper and wooden boxes. He planned to take these to the other side, so everyone could get a sense of what exquisite packaging looked like.

In Donghua Country, they also paid attention to packaging, but compared to what was dubbed the “over-packaged” modern society, there was still a significant gap.

Besides these trivial matters, Feng Jun also needed to finalize another issue urgently, which was that he needed to find a bigger warehouse. The villa in Peach Blossom Valley could no longer meet his increasing demands for goods storage.

Not to mention anything else, just the numerous vehicles he had ordered for modification this time wouldn’t fit in the villa—a couple more villas wouldn’t be sufficient either.

Then there was diesel, which was another problem. Peach Blossom Valley was a tourist area, and it would be too conspicuous if he was to haul diesel there every day.

Therefore, Feng Jun had no choice but to set his sights once more on the contracted barren mountain.

The owner of the barren hill had said he would return during the Spring Festival to trade the land, so Feng Jun simply made a direct call to Wu Limin, wanting to know if he could start construction there at this moment.

Technically, without the transfer of ownership, he had no right to construct on someone else’s land. However, both parties had long agreed on the transaction; it was just that the homeowner was currently in Merrick’s immigration detention and couldn’t return.

After all, all parties involved were of considerable status and unlikely to go back on their word on such matters.

Wu Limin felt somewhat surprised. The New Year was less than a month away, and you, President Feng, can’t wait even that long?

This was also because he felt he had been of great help in the matter with Mou Miao; thus, he dared to boldly ask this question.

Feng Jun indeed had no issue with it and said that he planned to upgrade the road, make it better, and add a few automatic gates along the way—there wouldn’t be walls on either side of the gates; they’d just prevent vehicles from entering and leaving the road at will.

Besides, he planned to level two plots of land in preparation for future construction.

Of course, the most crucial part was that he intended to entrust all these projects to Sheng Tang Construction.

As for the free construction previously promised by the young master Wu… was President Feng someone who couldn’t afford such minor expenses?

In his heart, Wu Limin actually had some reservations about such conduct—transactions could occur in at most a month, and yet why rush into this, was it really necessary?

However, hearing that Feng Jun was keen on infrastructure, he could somewhat understand, especially as Feng had come to discuss it beforehand, which was a way of showing respect for everyone’s face.

As for using the personnel from Sheng Tang for the construction, that was a trivial matter.

He quickly got in touch with the person from Merrick, who, upon learning it was such a matter, had no objections—after all, you’re paying for the construction first. If you can’t produce the money for the trade once I come back after the New Year, it will have been a wasted effort for you, but a gain for me.

So he expressed his readiness without hesitation, saying that the one watching over the place was a distant relative of his. He would give him a call, and then you could go over and discuss how you want to fix the road with him.

This distant relative was also living a carefree life, and having previously rented out half of the villa to Feng Jun, he was very cooperative after receiving the call, running back and forth to help Feng Jun pick a location and plan the route.

Feng Jun didn’t make any major changes to the road; he merely added a few inconspicuous small curves to the existing one.

The previous development of this barren mountain aimed at planting economic forests. The Merrick guy had constructed the road as straight as possible so it would be convenient for workers to come and go, and for transporting timber.

Now, as Feng Jun planned to develop this place like a backyard, a straight and long road was too unfriendly to personal privacy. Adding some curves gave it a sense of winding seclusion.

The weather was currently cold, unsuitable for constructing roads. However, preparing the roadbed first, followed by pouring concrete, would make subsequent work much more convenient.

While at the construction site, Feng Jun received a call from Mou Miao, saying that Chaoge could indeed manufacture the Boiler Camel Motorcycle and fully meet the requirements. Although it was a custom order, as long as the design was finalized, the speed would be absolutely fast… three days would be enough.

Feng Jun was greatly surprised—who knew that Chaoge had Roc City’s speed now?

But Mou Miao didn’t find anything amiss. He believed Chaoge’s speed wasn’t the fastest yet; in places like Roc City or Kuaiji, if one found the right manufacturer, it would only take two days to accomplish—such was the remarkable pace of Huaxia.

However, what was quickly settled were the various parts; assembling the entire Boiler Camel Motorcycle and getting it to run effectively would take at least three to five days. Adding the time for custom-made parts, this was roughly a six to eight-day timeframe.

This was just for the production. Before manufacturing, there had to be rough process design, joint design, and redundancy design.

This required consultation among multiple factories to find the most economical and rational plan.

In short, the Boiler Camel Motorcycle could be unveiled in about twelve to fifteen days.

Of course, the first few units produced would not be very stable and would need dedicated maintenance until they were standardized.

The most crucial point was that this would make the Boiler Camel Motorcycle very expensive. The preliminary estimate was that, with expedited customization, a single Boiler Camel Motorcycle would cost about fifty to sixty thousand yuan—and this was just the budget.