There's something wrong with me

Chapter 234: Relaxation and Fishing

“There are such neuron masters among the common folk?”

Zhang Feng had a grand idea and immediately called Old Liu, opening an office in the 01 Virtual.

He waited for about half a minute.

Zhang Feng saw Old Liu’s figure appear.

“Zhang Zong, did you see the news about neurons?”

Old Liu immediately got to the point and explained with a smile,

“I feel like you only call me when there’s a discovery of hidden talent or an academic breakthrough.”

“That makes sense,” Zhang Feng said with a smile, pulling up the data.

The two of them chatted for a bit, then got down to business after a single sentence.

“According to the research data in the资料.”

Zhang Feng specifically pointed to the data of this potion,

“If the inventor is a team, then all members must be at intermediate level or above, with a world-class talent leading the way and setting the main direction.

If it’s an individual, that’s even more remarkable.

I deduce that he has at least reached the minor accomplishment stage among world-class individuals.

As long as it’s added to the Data Center, it can significantly advance the progress.”

Regarding world-class and intermediate levels.

Although it sounds awkward in serious scientific and official discourse.

However, the Data Center, and the entire Federation, have been using this grading standard for decades.

Everyone is used to it.

And Old Liu also quickly understood Zhang Zong’s meaning, then quickly said, “Then I’ll send someone to find him now? See if we can locate him?”

As Old Liu spoke, he also opened a screen, which showed an interrogation room in Lin Province.

“We have already summoned the lower-level associates connected to this roving team, but we haven’t extracted any relevant information.

To avoid alerting them, we are preparing to release and track them.”

“Good,” Zhang Feng nodded. He didn’t have any particularly good methods for finding people.

Because even with the current coverage of the Virtual Small Building, there are still some areas not covered.

For example, underground.

So, if they were to investigate, and have the Data Center investigate, it would actually be the same as before, all done by human investigation.

It’s no less than searching inch by inch of land.

Plus, these black market people are very cunning.

Not only do they hide underground, but some of them also ‘handcraft black technology’.

This black technology involves creating non-networked instruments.

They use these instruments to conduct certain scientific experiments or invent new items.

This way, they can avoid the Federation’s highest network authority.

Their networks are more like ‘wired local area networks’.

Like the early internet cafes before the Transcendent Era, where you could only play Red Alert, Warcraft, and CS on the local network.

However, they aren’t actually playing games; instead, within the coverage of the local area network, they connect multiple instruments in series, forming a massive ‘computing power beehive’.

Otherwise, relying solely on human brains, they wouldn’t be able to calculate anything.

The computing power beehive was also a concept from the later stages of the mechanical platform.

Including this technology, which is relatively common.

Just like Zhang Feng’s big data cultivation method, and the principle of recruiting geniuses to enhance one’s talent and cultivation speed, it also borrowed this ‘beehive computing power mode’.

And those proficient in black technology and master folk scientists naturally know how to construct such basic computing clusters.

Moreover, there are actually quite a few such masters in various professions among the populace.

They have skills and expertise, and although most are not formally trained, they all yearn for freedom.

Under normal circumstances, after the Data Center discovers new technologies, it will also send professionals to find them and try to recruit them.

Even if they cannot be recruited, they will be warned not to produce these strange things anymore.

Even if they must produce them, they must follow the procedures.

The Federation, relatively speaking, still advocates fairness and freedom.

But compared to having others investigate.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a surge of energy after a period of quietness, wanting to handle a case.

It was also the influence of his past Criminal Police mindset at play.

“I’ll go take a look at this matter.”

Zhang Feng pondered, saying to Old Liu, “It’s a good opportunity to go out and meet up with Master Wang and the others. Besides, I have Spiritual Sense, so investigating underground will be faster.

A single sweep of Spiritual Sense can cover an entire City.”

“Yes!” Old Liu knew that the team would have no escape once he heard Zhang Zong was taking action.

And Old Liu also knew who Master Wang was.

They all knew each other.

After all, Master Wang is now the ‘Special Chief Consultant’ of the Martial Department and the Transcendent Department in the City.

His status within the official circles is quite high.

Even without Zhang Feng’s connection, his status alone would allow him to frequent the Data Center.

Of course, if you get down to it, he wouldn’t have this status without Zhang Feng.

…

That day.

Zhang Feng casually found a common flying car with access to the City and headed there.

Upon arriving at the outskirts of the City.

It was similar to a few years ago.

There were dense, long queues everywhere.

Zhang Feng didn’t ask for special treatment; he just joined the queue.

At the same time, he contacted Master Wang to meet at his home.

…

Two hours later.

Zhang Feng also arrived at the ‘City Commercial Center Residential Area’.

He hurried all the way to Master Wang’s house.

When he came downstairs to greet him, his clothes weren't very new, seemingly having rushed back and not yet changed.

Zhang Feng didn't say much to him downstairs and walked directly into the entrance.

Master Wang followed a few steps, arrived at his front door, opened it, and then pretended to be surprised, saying, “Why is a mythical creature here?”

“What kind of descriptive term is that?”

Zhang Feng made himself at home by the tea table in his house. With decades of friendship, he took over as host and began brewing tea for him, “Don’t look at what the internet calls new life, transcendent life, mythical life.

They are all living beings.”

Zhang Feng instantly heated the water and pushed the tea to the jovial Master Wang,

“Let’s talk business. I came to find you because I want to check out the local black market.”

“Black market?” Master Wang paused, then shook his head and said, “I really don’t know about this. It should be gone, right?

Because according to reports from various departments, the original black market in the City has now gone legitimate.”

He said, pointing in the direction of the North Suburb, “About ten years ago, you could still see people selling Superconducting chips and high-grade Ling Stones in the North Suburb.

Our earliest black market also sold legitimate products.

But now they’re gone.”

“Indeed, they’re not openly found anymore,” Zhang Feng’s Spiritual Sense enveloped the entire City, and he looked at the underground area to the south.

“But River City Street still has them, three hundred meters underground, north of the street entrance.

They now sell Superconducting prosthetics and mental potions there.”

“As expected of a mythical life form…” Master Wang held his teacup, lost in thought, “You saw through their entire operation in an instant.”

He felt a bit too informal at this point, so he put down his teacup and said seriously, “I will conduct a self-criticism! The cleanup work was not thorough enough!”

“It has nothing to do with that,” Zhang Feng shook his head. “Some black markets are now located underground, making them difficult to find.

But laying networks underground would be too massive an undertaking.

This is not allowed in the plan.

So, it’s better to launch interstellar immigration and let these people go out into the stars.

It’s not just about ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ but rather hoping that after these people see the vastness of space, they will develop more openly in the future.

After all, no one will specifically investigate them anymore.

It’s like turning a blind eye.”

Zhang Feng took a sip of tea. “Do you think… under such a model, will the black market’s black technology also experience a boom?”

“Oh?” Master Wang found it interesting. “So our interstellar immigration isn’t just about expanding territory; it actually has such a deeper meaning?

Immigration means development, and development for all sides?

Refining the crude, yet purifying it again within the original crude concept?”

Master Wang praised, “Master Zhang is truly far-sighted!

This development lesson was very vivid!”

Master Wang stood up and formally clasped his hands, “This student has been enlightened.”

“What the hell is ‘deep and vivid’?” Zhang Feng was amused by Master Wang’s demeanor. “How did you learn from the Gym Owner? You start joking after just a few sentences.”

“No choice…” Master Wang shook his head. “Master Zhang, my pressure, Old Wang’s pressure, is too great.

To be honest, I really want to resign.

Especially since Xiao Li learned how to fish, he goes fishing every day and tempts me constantly.

What normal man can resist that temptation?”

“Indeed.” When Zhang Feng heard about fishing, he first thought of the many joys of fishing, especially the curiosity of not knowing what the next fish would be.

Secondly.

Zhang Feng suddenly missed his wife, Little Carp.

Perhaps for his wife, who is in temporal stasis, he hasn’t left yet.

But in reality, he hasn’t seen her for decades.

See, that’s how it is chatting with a close friend.

Just a few words can make your emotions fluctuate wildly and break through your defenses.

"Fishing for what?" Zhang Feng stood up directly and said to Master Wang, "I'll give the order to the City headquarters right now. You won't have any holidays for ten years."

...

One day later, in the morning.

In a natural deep mountain two thousand miles away.

There was a vast lakeside here.

Zhang Feng, Master Wang, Xiao Li, the Gym Owner, and Dr. Wu, who had activated his Visualization.

They were leisurely fishing here.

'Zhang Ge, are you sure we're here to work on a case?'

At this moment.

The chubby Xiao Li, to Zhang Feng's left, was fishing while contacting Zhang Feng through the virtual network.

The others were also communicating.

Because everyone was in a virtual chat room.

But to the other people fishing by the lake, Zhang Feng and the others were calmly fishing.

There were many fishing enthusiasts here, all enjoying the feeling of the old era, without anything extraordinary.

And the fishing rods and bait were all made of old materials, with no technological additions.

Similarly.

Zhang Feng and the others had also slightly disguised themselves, wearing traditional hats and masks, which were enough to block most gazes.

Otherwise, if they took them off, everyone would be 'celebrities'.

It would definitely make the nearby fishing enthusiasts frequently glance over.

"It's a case."

Facing the gazes of Xiao Li and the others, Zhang Feng focused his Spiritual Sense on the underground 500 meters away, three miles distant.

That was the main base of the fugitive group.

With Zhang Feng's speed and Spiritual Sense, it would only take one day to search the entire Great Xia.

Especially a minute ago.

Zhang Feng had also notified the Data Center to send people.

But compared to these simple tasks.

This fishing was a bit difficult.

Without cheating using Spiritual Sense or spells.

Zhang Feng felt that his skills were definitely not enough compared to these fishing enthusiasts.

Look at Xiao Li and the others catching a fish every now and then, and the nearby passing fishing enthusiasts, occasionally raising their heads and chests to reel in, or sometimes shaking their heads and loudly saying, 'This fish is too small, only five catties.'

Zhang Feng looked at his own fishing basket, which only had one small fish, and couldn't stand it.

They were better than him in professional skills.

He had never specifically learned these things, and could only rely on some knowledge of biology and environment to try and catch up.

But the spiritual energy here was as high as 0.3, so the fish must have changed somewhat.

Zhang Feng really hadn't figured out these variables; the basic data was too little, so he couldn't calculate.

While pondering, as Zhang Feng was thinking of a solution.

Then, as someone else sighed, saying, 'Brothers, my fish is only seven catties.'

Zhang Feng completely couldn't sit still.

What solution, what deepening fishing skills.

None of this was reliable; he needed something different, something immediate.

So.

Zhang Feng moved away from them, coming to a secluded spot.

Then he looked in all directions, lowered his head, and covered his hat.

'He's clearly a novice...' Some fishing enthusiasts, seeing Zhang Feng leave, knew that this novice had been discouraged by them, the 'high-level players'.

This was very normal.

They had also chased away many people before, and weren't afraid of offending anyone.

Because many of them were bigwigs from official organizations and institutions, now also disguised, coming to relax.

And when Xiao Li and the others saw Zhang Feng leave and cover his hat, although curious, they didn't say anything.

Because it had been agreed not to cheat with spiritual energy or internal force.

They also knew that since Zhang Feng had set this rule, he would certainly abide by it.

But just twenty seconds later.

Whoosh—

Dozens of Superconducting fighter jets suddenly flew across the sky.

They passed in an instant, giving no time for anyone to react.

And such powerful swirling air currents not only caused ripples on the lake surface but also blew off the hats of Master Wang and some of the bigwigs.

In an instant, the fishing enthusiasts here, upon seeing the appearances of some people, were stunned by this group of bigwigs, and then exclaimed in surprise, throwing down their fishing rods and gathering around.

"Are you Director Wang? I'm the Gym Owner of Martial Arts Hall No. 19 in Lin Province? My surname is..."

"Director Wu? Why are you here?"

"Holy cow, so many celebrities?"

"Chief Gym Owner, you're here too..."

As the hats were lifted, many recognized Master Wang and the others.

Master Wang also recognized several celebrities.

Including the other passing fishing enthusiasts, when they saw so many bigwigs here, how could they sit still at this moment?

They also greeted them one after another.

This turned what was supposed to be a good 'secret competition among everyone' into a unique meeting and tea party where official, institutional, and civilian parties conversed.

So, they started chatting, and couldn't fish anymore.

And some people looked curiously at Zhang Feng in the distant corner.

This novice was so amazing; not only were his skills poor, but with so many bigwigs here, he was still acting aloof?

They really wanted to say, who do you think you are? Are you some high-level official?

Facing the occasional glances from the crowd.

Zhang Feng leisurely fished in the corner, ignoring everything.

Until an hour later, when everyone was still chatting enthusiastically.

Zhang Feng saw that the underground fugitives had been taken away, and the fish in his own basket were more than everyone else's.

The next second, he removed his hat and stood up from the grass.

Zhang Feng came to the edge of the pond, lifted a half-human-height fishing basket from the water with a splash, and smiled at the people who were looking at him, and the increasingly stunned people.

When they saw that this novice was actually the legendary 'mythical figure'.

Their hearts were in turmoil, indescribable.

Zhang Feng, however, shook the fishing basket and very amiably said to the silent crowd:

"My skills have declined; I only caught over two hundred catties.

Everyone, how much did you all catch?

I see that the one who caught the most, the one who was shouting the loudest earlier, from some global organization, only caught about one hundred and twenty catties. You still need to work harder, young man.

Don't be distracted by external things and matters; a calm mind is basic fishing experience."

...

Three hours later.

On a plane returning to the City.

Master Wang and the others looked at their shallow fishing baskets, and then at Zhang Feng's many fish.

Their feelings were complex.

"Master Zhang, you cheated." Master Wang, at this moment, also represented Xiao Li and the others, saying this seriously.

"Cheated?" Zhang Feng said very naturally, "Things like grasping the timing and weather are actually fishing experiences.

For example, when the planes at the base are about to arrive, according to calculations of pressure and wind speed, the air currents they generate are no less than a strong wind.

Then, a strong wind is about to blow, so covering one's hat is definitely normal fishing behavior."

Zhang Feng said this, then lifted his fishing basket and distributed some fish to his speechless friends,

"There are many tricks to fishing. If you want to learn, for the sake of our friendship, I can teach you selflessly."

...

In the evening, steamed fish, braised fish, fried fish fillets, and a dozen other dishes.

All fish.

After finishing the meal.

Zhang Feng was in a great mood, and in this very absurd relaxation, even in this illogical fishing incident, his Spirit Transformation increased by 2%.

Was it because he was too relaxed? Or was he also starting to joke around?

But he used to do that too.

However, upon closer thought, it seemed he hadn't been as 'open-minded' as he was today.

Of course, it was also a case of 'unintended consequences', as the matter of the fugitive group unintentionally led to the fishing incident.

Such a coincidence was not a carefully calculated one.

This absurd relaxed epiphany.

It was hard-earned.

To get one was a gain.

Afterward, after cleaning up the trash and going downstairs.

Zhang Feng called his friends for a slow run, then returned to the Data Center to check the specific information about the fugitive group.

The result was pretty much as Zhang Feng had expected.

There was a world-class neurology genius among them.

And he also intended to join the Data Center, especially since he had this goal a long time ago.

The reason he hadn't joined before was that he didn't have a 'tech project' that he could present.

Then he hid and wanted to research a 'project that would make a splash' as a 'pledge of allegiance'.

Zhang Feng could understand this kind of thinking logic.

Old ideas from the old era: quietly work hard, then amaze everyone.

But in such a hive-mind, high-computing power era.

Zhang Feng felt it was unnecessary.

...

Unconsciously, with another period of seclusion.

On the last day of the tenth year.

His Spirit Transformation was now 79%.

Zhang Feng had also finished washing early and was quietly lying in his bedroom, waiting for a new adventure.

Level Eight World.