Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203: Data Confidentiality
Feng Jun ultimately couldn’t resist Zhang Caixin’s gentle pleas and made a call to Elder Yu to loosen restrictions.
For him personally, there was no need for any sort of leniency—he could quietly fill the oil storage tanks to capacity without anyone noticing.
But when it ca to his won—or, more broadly speaking, any of his other disciples—this wasn’t an easy feat.
Zhang Caixin was the most likely to achieve this, if Feng Jun were to hand her the Mirage King Bracer.
But the problem was, she had failed to grasp the relevant technical details and didn’t dare to act recklessly.
Feng Jun appreciated her cautiousness—this wasn’t a situation for improvisation. With tens of thousands of tons of crude oil involved, if she dared to act casually, he’d honestly start worrying—Have you even considered the consequences?
That said, her carefree attitude towards minor issues needed so adjustnt. They all went to tour the oil storage facility together, listened to the explanations together, so why was he the only one paying attention while everyone else seed to just skim over the details?
Feng Jun felt that he might’ve been doing too much for them on a daily basis. While it was great that everyone was enthusiastic about cultivation, the estate’s external affairs couldn’t be entirely left on his shoulders, could they?
Other masters take in disciples to better their own cultivation, but here he was, turning into a “disciple slave.”
Fine, perhaps earlier his disciples hadn’t matured enough. But now that they’d reached the Qi Refinent Realm, it was ti to delegate so of the external responsibilities. Feng Jun had no intention of letting his disciples—or won—grow into “giant babies.”
He figured it wasn’t too late to fix this, so tonight’s matter, everyone would need to deal with it together.
Having received instructions from Feng Jun, Elder Yu knew exactly what to do and imdiately began arranging the security asures on that side.
Around ten o’clock at night, the Ti Shuttle descended from the sky. Feng Jun, accompanied by three won, landed directly on the rooftop of the office building.
The expansive oil storage facility had all its lights turned off; even the streetlights were extinguished. Only a few floodlights lining the walls and those at the gate’s guard station were still lit.
The lighting was poor, but the diffused beams provided just enough visibility—nowhere near complete darkness.
Though Sister Hong and her two companions were won, all three were at least at the interdiate level of the Transcendence Realm, so their eyesight wasn’t too bad.
The four of them quietly descended the stairs, heading straight for Storage Tank No. 1.
As expected, it was Feng Jun who handled the operation to open the valve for injecting crude oil.
But for the second storage tank, Zhang Caixin was given the task of manipulating the storage bag.
By the ti they got to the third storage tank, Zhang Caixin was independently opening the valve herself. However, her strength was slightly lacking, so Sister Hong and Feng Jing stepped in to help, and the three won worked together to begin filling the third tank.
By this point, the guards stationed on the periter of the oil storage facility couldn’t take it anymore—the commotion inside was just too loud, and the overwhelming scent of gasoline filled the air. What on earth was going on?
Just imagine: tens of thousands of cubic ters of crude oil being rapidly pumped into the storage tanks—how could the noise not be noticeable? Never mind the gushing sounds, even the ground was faintly trembling.
The security guards were aware that sothing major was happening tonight. They’d been explicitly instructed to refrain from reacting no matter what occurred inside.
However, such blatant and prolonged disturbances were hard for so of them to tolerate. One guard complained over the public channel of their explosion-proof walkie-talkies, “This racket—they’re treating us like we’re dead bodies… shouldn’t we at least do sothing about it?”
Others chid in with complaints of their own. It wasn’t like they could stay silent about it—doing so felt like an insult to their profession as security personnel.
The security captain dutifully conveyed the team’s concerns up the chain: “While we haven’t taken any action, we believe the higher-ups should be inford about what’s happening here tonight.”
The person who took the call was curious too. They pressed for details, asking several follow-up questions.
In the end, however, they firmly stated, “Your report on the situation doesn’t align with the instructions we gave you earlier today. Considering you’re just trying to be responsible, we won’t hold it against you this ti… but don’t let it happen again!”
The security captain hung up the phone and muttered under his breath, “Tch, as if you’re not curious yourself…”
Feng Jun’s Super Large Storage Bag could hold about 360,000 cubic ters of crude oil, while each of the facility’s six storage tanks had a capacity of 80,000 cubic ters. By the ti they were filling the fifth tank, the crude oil had already run out.
Feng Jun made another trip to the Mobile Phone Realm and spent over a day there, collecting an additional 120,000 cubic ters of crude oil. Finally, he managed to fill all six storage tanks to capacity.
To fill these six tanks, it took the four of them a total of two hours. Once finished, they boarded the Ti Shuttle and vanished into the night.
By dawn, the security guards returned to the oil storage facility.
So wanted to rest after the all-nighter, while others were curious to inspect the area around the storage tanks and see what had happened.
However, the security captain blew the assembly whistle. “We just got orders from the company boss: due to our impeccable cooperation last night, the company is recalling us to Beijing to receive rewards… Hang in there just a little bit longer, the replacent team is on the way.”
For those adept at resourcefulness, concealing the truth was a simple matter. The guards who experienced the strange events of the night would be reassigned directly to Beijing, so they’d have no idea what changes had occurred at the storage facility after the peculiar night.
The replacent guards were equally baffled. But with a quick handover of duties and inventory checks ensuring no major items were missing, they simply signed off.
Any restricted information was not to be discussed. Even corporate security guards abided by confidentiality regulations.
Around 10 o’clock in the morning, the relevant information reached Yu Zhiyuan—six storage tanks, all filled to capacity!
Yu Zhiyuan pondered for a mont and replied, “Run a test imdiately and determine how much it deviates from the samples.”
Thus, it wasn’t until evening that Elder Yu received confirmation: Feng Jun had, during the early hours of that morning, filled all six storage tanks in under three hours. Preliminary test results showed minimal deviation from the previous samples.
“Under three hours… 480,000 cubic ters of crude oil,” Elder Yu murmured as he hung up the phone. “I’d really love to know this guy’s upper limit.”
The reason Feng Jun had deliberately gone to the Mobile Phone Realm, patiently waited over a day, and brought back 120,000 cubic ters of crude oil was to prevent others from figuring out his true capacity.
Had he not gone out of his way, so would deduce that his maximum capacity for transporting oil in one trip was around 360,000 cubic ters.
Of course, letting that number leak wouldn’t cause him too much trouble, but Feng Jun believed in cultivating a sense of secrecy—why share information that offered him no benefits?
In fact, while Elder Yu was mulling this over, Feng Jun had already started heading back to Zhengyang.
That evening at eight o’clock, he returned to Luohua Manor. This ti, he’d been gone for over a month, yet the manor remained orderly, with no disruptions whatsoever.
Feng Jun had planned to relax properly at the manor, but unfortunately, two new families had moved in, and the number of people bothering him had increased—especially Little Fatty Yuan Youwei.
Xiao Youwei had been the first person Feng Jun treated in the Earth Realm. Now a third-year middle schooler, he had outgrown his chubby appearance, transforming into a dashing young man standing at 1.72 ters tall.
Yuan Youwei excelled academically, requiring no effort from his parents. However, he had one dream: to beco Feng Jun’s disciple.
Feng Jun straightforwardly rejected him. While he didn’t dislike Yuan Youwei, he had no intention of taking on any more disciples—especially not kids with zero aptitude.
Yuan Youwei was undeterred. Determined and persistent, he would frequently show up to “bother” Feng Jun.
Although it didn’t quite count as harassnt—he would simply hover around whenever Feng Jun seed free, pouring tea, lighting cigarettes, and so on. As Yuan put it, “Becoming your disciple isn’t supposed to be easy. I have to show my sincerity.”
After several such attempts, Feng Jun beca exasperated and told him, “Look, your aunt’s younger brother, Xu Leigang, is already my disciple. If you beca my disciple, it’d complicate the family hierarchy.”
But Xiao Youwei, now at the age where he “understood everything,” retorted, “Director Yang is also my mom’s high school classmate. Isn’t Gu Jiahui essentially your disciple too?”
Feng Jun had no choice but to discourage him, saying, “Gu Jiahui is a once-in-a-million talent. Don’t compare yourself to her; it’ll only hurt your feelings.”
Yet Yuan Youwei was insistent. As a top student himself, albeit slightly inferior to Jiahui, he couldn’t understand why she was allowed to cultivate while he wasn’t.
Eventually, he conceded a lesser ambition: “How about I have Uncle Xu teach , then?”
“He doesn’t have the qualifications to take on disciples!” Feng Jun replied bluntly.
Feng Jun had made it abundantly clear to his disciples: without his permission, they were forbidden from taking on pupils of their own.
His basic rule was that a disciple must first reach the Qi Refinent Realm before they could consider teaching one or two disciples of their own.
Even then, disciples taking on disciples at the Qi Refinent stage could not expect Feng Jun to provide resources—if they had the capability to teach, they could sort out additional resources themselves.
Thus, despite Xu Leigang’s soft spot for his daughter, he hadn’t taught her a single scrap of cultivation knowledge. While he did set aside so Foundation Establishnt Pills and Body Tempering Pills for her, Feng Jun chose not to interfere in such matters.
While Feng Jun had spelled things out clearly, Yuan Youwei continued to show up occasionally, using every tactic in the book to express his devotion. It was starting to give Feng Jun a headache.
Moreover, the manor had beco quite crowded, and the construction happening outside only added to the chaos. Feng Jun ultimately decided: Fine, I’ll just go stay in that villa in the park—after all, the Spirit Gathering Array in the manor no longer benefited him.
He resolved that going forward, he’d never allow anyone to freely enter the manor again—especially those bringing along their entire families.
As soon as Feng Jun announced his decision, Sister Hong imdiately offered to accompany him since she had personally designed and overseen the construction of that villa.
The two drove to the manor gates, where they encountered several security guards detaining five young adults.
The five youths—three n and two won—looked to be university students, one of whom sported a large beard and had distinct Central Asian features.
(To be continued. Summoning monthly votes.)
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