Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 23: Reward

Chapter 23: Reward

A hundred thousand yuan was a lot in Feng Jun's eyes.

It was he who had put away those motorcycles because he disliked these rude motorcycle gangsters.

Feng Jun wasn't tolerant, especially when he found their motorcycles were of good quality.

He wanted to explore the wilderness, so a good motorcycle would be very helpful, but he really didn't have much money now.

It cost his energy points to enter the space once, but it would be worth it if he could get two motorcycles of good quality.

Therefore, he took advantage of the darkness and entered the space twice with a motorcycle each time when they were quarreling with the old man.

Now that he heard that each motorcycle cost eight hundred thousand yuan, he felt that he had made the right decision.

Even if he took out a motorcycle right now to get a hundred thousand yuan, it was worth his energy points.

However, he didn't bother to do that. "You're quite rich, but why do you still want to use free electricity? Give me fifty thousand yuan first, and I'll see whether I can help you find it."

"What?" The boy with the crew cut was annoyed. "How dare you say that to my face?"

"Fine, it's up to you," said Feng Jun.

The boy with the crew cut was eager to find his motorcycle, and he was reluctant to argue with Feng Jun. "Just tell me, did you see my motorcycle?"

"No." Feng Jun shook his head.

"You're lying!" shouted the girl again. "Didn't you see it when we came here?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes at her. "I didn't see it, because the lights were too bright."

When he was directly illuminated by the dazzling motorcycle lights, he really couldn't see anything.

"Did you see my motorcycle when you walked by it just then?" asked the boy with the crew cut.

"No." Feng Jun patted his pocket. "I was busy playing on my phone."

"You're lying again!" shouted the girl. "Fei, we should call the police."

Hearing that, Feng Jun was amused. They were members of a motorcycle gang, and it was ridiculous that they wanted to call the police.

"Shut up!" The boy with the crew cut lost his temper and heavily slapped the girl.

The girl was stunned. She then screamed, "Fei, did you just slap me?"

She couldn't believe it.

"It was you who wanted to come here!" The boy with the crew cut was furious. "My motorcycle is modified. Aren't you afraid that I'll be put in jail if we call the police right now?"

"What the f*ck!" The girl raised her leg, trying to kick the boy.

Although her family wasn't rich, she was the only kid in her family and had never suffered any pain before.

Right at this moment, sirens sounded in the distance, but no one knew who called the police.

Hearing this sound, the people who were fighting stopped fighting at once and immediately got on their motorcycles. After a huge roar, they disappeared without a trace.

The girl was left alone there. She was stunned for a while, but she quickly walked away while wiping her eyes.

The old man stood aside and watched the drama. He wanted to stop the girl, but in the end, he only shook his head.

The girl had no relation to him, and it wasn't his duty to help her out.

Feng Jun also turned around and left.

The drama wasn't over yet. The police came to investigate again the next day and wanted to find out what had happened to the two stolen motorcycles.

It wasn't that they thought the way the two motorcycles were stolen was weird, but they wanted to find the two motorcycles. With the evidence, they could trace the responsibility of some people who modified their motorcycles without official permission.

Even the boy with the crew cut, who was called Fei, was brought over by the police.

Fei knew that he shouldn't admit it, so he insisted that he didn't ride at all that night.

The police brought him everywhere and asked many people whether anyone had seen him riding a motorcycle that night.

However, no one was willing to be the witness because Fei's family was influential in the city.

Feng Jun also faced the same question, but he remained silent for a long time after hearing it.

A policeman lost his patience and said, "Didn't you hear me? Tell me your answer."

"What can I say about it?" Feng Jun smiled. "Well, I think you should offer a reward for it. It'll be easier for you to collect clues."

The policeman was annoyed.

"Did you just ask me, a policeman, for money?" he asked Feng Jun.

Feng Jun still smiled. He looked at him, but he said nothing.

The policeman was very sure that Feng Jun wanted money from him.

He was mad. "Don't you know it's every citizen's duty to be cooperative when the policemen are at work?"

Feng Jun curled his lips and nodded.

"Tell me your answer!" The policeman looked very serious.

Feng Jun nodded again and said, "Yeah, I saw him riding a motorcycle that night."

The policeman asked again, "Do you know it's illegal to make false testimony?"

Feng Jun nodded once more. "I know."

"Great, what kind of motorcycle did he ride last night?" asked the policeman.

Feng Jun, however, composed himself. "What? I don't understand what you're talking about."

He was determined to get paid for more clues.

If the policeman refused to pay him, he wouldn't provide him with more useful information.

In addition, the policeman's tone was also aggressive, and Feng Jun disliked it.

If the policeman were kind to him and wanted him to help the police catch motorcycle gangs for public security, he would be willing to help him.

The policeman was furious. To his surprise, Feng Jun refused to tell him more information.

Actually, he clearly knew this crime wasn't serious, and he wasn't very powerful.

However, he was unwilling to give up. "Can you be responsible for your own words?"

Feng Jun said, "I can tell you that the light was too bright that night, and I could see nothing, which is the truth. Believe it or not."

His attitude showed that he didn't want to help at all.

However, the police could do nothing about it.

The policeman glared at him for a long time, but Feng Jun wasn't afraid of it.

"Very well, don't let us find out that you're hiding something," said the policeman and left with Fei.

Right at this moment, there was a soft noise outside the gate, and a three-wheeler appeared at the gate.

The carriage was also written with four characters—Dongfeng Express.

The courier was a guy in his early thirties, and his overalls were greasy. He sat in the front seat of the three-wheeler and didn't bother to get out of the car. He shouted loudly, "Feng Jun, is Feng Jun here? Come out and get your package."

Before Feng Jun could say anything, the policeman said, "He is Feng Jun. What is the package?"

The courier was scared. "P-Police?"

Feng Jun was annoyed. "It's none of your business, and I have the right of privacy."

The policeman gave him a glance of suspicion. "Why are you mad at me all of a sudden? Is this package abnormal?"

Feng Jun put on an expressionless face. "I understand that you're curious, but I'm afraid you need a search warrant to search my package."

After that, he took out his phone and started to record in case the policeman used violence.

The policeman indeed wanted to search his package, but he had to give up the idea when Feng Jun raised his phone.

Without saying a word, the policeman stared at Feng Jun.

The courier was unwilling to be involved in trouble, so he quickly took out Feng Jun's package.

It was a large cardboard box about one square meter wide and half a person tall. It looked a bit bulky but not very heavy.

The courier easily took the carton down and asked quickly, "Can you sign for it now?"

Feng Jun glanced at the policeman, whereas the policeman stared back at him with an expressionless face.