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【 Main Quest Reward: 400 Adventure Experience 】

【 Adventure Level: 4 (400 / 1600) 】

【 Note 1: You have completed a non-main quest for the Legendary Train Conductor 】

【 Note 2: This quest belongs to the 'Legendary Profession' category. In addition to the honorary reward, you will also receive a real-world reward and access to a legendary mini-game 】

【 Non-Main Quest Reward: 400 Honor 】

【 Honor Level: 4 (400 / 1600) 】

【 Additional Reward: Elementary Memories of Train Driving 】

【 Additional Legendary Mini-Game: Find a dark green train and travel on it for over a thousand kilometers 】

【 This quest has no time limit and can be completed at any time 】

【 Completion Reward 1: Real-world Physique +1, Digestion and Absorption +20 grams 】

【 Reward 2: Conductor's Hat 】

【 Happy Item Preview 】

【 Conductor's Hat: Can be brought into the adventure world 】

【 Effect 1: When worn, Physique +1, Reaction Speed -0.002 】

【 Effect 2: Vision corrected to 1.5 】

【 Effect 3: In the adventure world, if this item is destroyed, it will be restored when you return to reality 】

【 Effect 4: In the real world, if this item is damaged, it will be restored in the next adventure world 】

… …

Inside the base, in the data room.

'According to this description, it's basically indestructible.'

Zhang Feng looked at the text, feeling that this hat was quite fun.

And it seems to have a connection with that 'Reincarnated Doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine'.

Because the reincarnation of a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine causes a significant 'rule-based' decrease in eyesight.

Regarding this rule-based text.

Zhang Feng didn't know if hospital laser surgery could restore it, nor did he know if wearing glasses would help.

If none of these work, then his own overclocking treatment correction will naturally not work either.

But this hat is a rule-based correction.

This way, even if he chooses the reincarnation of a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine in the future, and laser surgery can't restore it, wearing glasses doesn't help, and overclocking treatment doesn't work.

Then there's nothing to fear.

Furthermore, adding physique and reaction speed is equivalent to giving two early-stage enhancements.

Having experienced so many worlds, Zhang Feng knew that the initial stats were crucial.

Especially in some special worlds with short durations.

'Getting this hat, if I encounter some development-type options again, I can make up for some early-stage shortcomings and fill in a few points in the development-type data gap.'

Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds, then looked at the communicator next to him.

He pressed it and waited for it to connect.

Zhang Feng said, "Check where there are still dark green trains running. After finding one, book me a ticket for the soonest departure, destination doesn't matter.

Also, no official requisition or chartering. Just do it normally."

With Zhang Feng's current level, if he were to take the train through official channels, the seats in front and behind him would inevitably be cleared.

Even if there were still people on the train, they would all be disguised bodyguards, and there would be no outsiders.

Even the train driver would have to be replaced with a tank driver who knew how to drive a train.

That's why Zhang Feng took the initiative to say something, otherwise it would truly be a boring trip for one person.

"Yes!" The operator didn't ask why, nor did they hesitate, and immediately started checking.

After finishing this matter.

Zhang Feng nestled on the sofa. With the adventure world over, he was now mentally relaxing.

… …

Unconsciously, he fell asleep while relaxing.

Zhang Feng had a dream in which mice were chasing the train, running on all fours, and quickly reaching the front of the train.

Old Zhao and his young apprentice both saw the mice, but they weren't worried. Instead, they continued driving normally.

The mice just kept running and running, and then there were more and more of them.

"Conductor, should we eat pig trotters for lunch?" Fatty was in the train's kitchen, wondering what to eat.

But he wasn't on the train, but at home in the adventure world.

Opening his eyes.

It was already the next morning.

The data room had simulated sunlight, shining in warmly from the windows.

Zhang Feng first got up subconsciously, and then the next second he remembered that he didn't have to go to work anymore.

Thirty years of experience as a train conductor still left some habits.

'I want to eat pig trotters from the restaurant in front of my house.'

Zhang Feng was hungry. He got up from the sofa and went to the door. The alloy door automatically retracted to both sides.

Then, the next second, various discussions and instructions came from the hall outside the front passage.

"Quick… the data!"

"Why hasn't Lin Province's data from this morning been entered yet?"

"Team Leader Li, the instruments on my side show that another martial artist has activated minimalist resonance…"

Early in the morning, the base fell into an enthusiastic working atmosphere, without the quiet that researchers should have.

Because the researchers have a dedicated quiet research room in Hall 2.

This is Hall 1, collectively known as the 'Big Data Martial Arts Center Comprehensive Office', covering an area of approximately two thousand square meters.

It mainly involves data transfer and large-scale organization, as well as data detection for some martial arts gyms. In short, it manages everything and does everything.

Moreover, this two thousand square meters is still temporary, because the base is still constantly expanding.

Also, a military base has already begun to be established on the current surface of the base, no longer temporary tents and cordons.

The reason why the military base is being built now is because there was a need for coordination and planning, as well as some adjustments to the backup strategy, and proper arrangements for nearby residents.

These all take time to perfect, not just a matter of words.

But now, after half a year, everything is fine.

The Big Data Center has completely entered into regularity and formality.

In layman's terms, at a glance, there are helicopters, fighter jets, tanks, and artillery vehicles. This 'style' is very high.

"General Manager Zhang!"

"Good morning, General Manager Zhang!"

At the same time, as Zhang Feng walked into the hall while thinking, there was a chorus of greetings.

People whose work was not too important even paused and stood to attention, offering their greetings to Zhang Feng.

"Everyone has worked hard." Zhang Feng greeted everyone kindly, and he really liked this diligence in learning and working.

He had a feeling that if he didn't study and work here, it would be a crime.

Of course, this was also because everyone was a talent selected from all over the country. They themselves were learning, wanted to learn, and even more wanted to work under Zhang Feng and witness the gradual arrival of the new era.

People who can enter here can't rely on connections alone, they must also be very strong themselves.

This composition of all talents is Zhang Feng's base, the team behind his strength.

"General Manager Zhang!"

Again, at this moment.

Zhang Feng, already ignoring his hunger and happily looking at his team, saw the base负责人 (fù zé rén - person in charge), Lao Liu, jogging over from a distance.

His jogging also welcomed a chorus of 'Hello, General Manager Liu' from the people around him.

But Lao Liu was running in a hurry, and he was an impatient person. When he saw his colleagues greeting him, he just nodded casually and ran to Zhang Feng's side.

"General Manager Zhang, let's talk in private." Lao Liu started with this sentence.

The people around him heard that something seemed to be up, and appropriately moved away.

… …

Arriving again in front of the data room.

While waiting for the door to open, Zhang Feng said without turning his head, "Get some nutritious meals."

"Yes!" A voice came from a speaker above the passage, and then someone went to prepare it.

"Has General Manager Zhang not eaten yet?" Lao Liu also spoke while reaching behind him.

A clerk who was following from a distance immediately ran over and handed over a document, and then quickly left.

"I was just about to eat." Zhang Feng walked into the data room and looked at Lao Liu, who was flipping through the documents. "You're really good at blocking the door."

"Hehe…" Lao Liu smiled embarrassedly, and then quickly said, "General Manager Zhang, the train you asked people to check on, the news came out last night.

But you didn't answer the call again, and the liaison officer didn't dare to disturb you to report, so they handed the information to me."

Although Lao Liu is the person in charge of the base, he is also Zhang Feng's assistant and secretary.

Generally, if others can't find Zhang Feng for matters that Zhang Feng has instructed, they will quickly report up through the layers and hand them over to Lao Liu.

"Mm." Zhang Feng nodded, first taking a piece of paper from Lao Liu, which contained information about the dark green trains that were still running.

A glance swept over, and only three were left.

Most of the others were used as exhibits.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng, perhaps because of his thirty years as a train conductor, felt a bit of sadness and discomfort in his heart when he saw his old colleagues end up like this.

But for development, this is inevitable.

It's normal for old colleagues to be eliminated.

Then, quickly clear the thoughts in your heart.

Zhang Feng paused for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze from the paper and looked at Lao Liu again, "What's the rest of the information in your hand?"

"Planting, I mentioned it to you a while ago." Lao Liu handed over the information and reported, "The planting of the Transformation Strength recipe is slowly expanding.

But regarding the planting of 'Transformation Strength Bigu Pill', Planting Base No. 3 happens to be along the route of a train."

Lao Liu pointed to the third page, "I heard that you wanted to take the train, you… why don't you take a look? Book a ticket for this train?"

Regarding medicinal material planting and drug research, Zhang Feng often discusses with the medical researchers in the base, belonging to the practical faction.

Therefore, this time the Bigu Pill is a new medicinal material planting, Lao Liu wanted to invite General Manager Zhang, this 'great expert', to sit in the field.

Zhang Feng usually goes as well.

It's just that Zhang Feng has been in seclusion recently, so he didn't dare to disturb him.

"Okay." Zhang Feng was just doing a legendary mini-quest, so he would go take a look, "Have any personnel already gone to the site over there?"

"No." Lao Liu shook his head, "Planting Base No. 3 has just finished turning over the soil, and no personnel have taken office yet. The other bases are the same."

"Then start with No. 3 first." Zhang Feng pointed to the information, "Also, don't send too many people in a chaotic rush. By the way, book a few more tickets for me. I'll see if the people on my side want to go."

"Yes!" Lao Liu didn't ask who it was, just did as he was told.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng saw two food delivery personnel coming to the door through a monitor on the wall.

"Have you eaten?" Zhang Feng put down the documents and looked at Lao Liu, who was laughing dryly. Seeing his expression, he knew that he hadn't eaten.

"Work when you should work, eat when you should eat."

Zhang Feng pressed a button to let the two food delivery personnel in.

The person in front had a thermos box containing two dishes and a soup, a mix of meat and vegetables.

The person behind had two more dishes, and in his other hand, there was half a pot of rice.

"Prepare another serving." Zhang Feng instructed, and then beckoned to Lao Liu, "Let the people who aren't busy prepare first, you eat first."

… …

Noon.

Zhang Feng, who had been in seclusion for a long time in reality, came out of the base.

It was to let his body breathe.

Zhang Feng walked around, looking at the construction of the ground base while walking away a distance.

Buzz—

At this time, the fully charged phone received a bunch of text messages.

Zhang Feng looked at the surrounding suburbs and realized that he had unknowingly come to the edge of the signal shielding.

Then, all the information that had been blocked during this period was sent all at once.

Because the base is an internal network, without external signals.

Usually, if the base personnel want to contact the outside world, there is a dedicated encrypted telephone communication office.

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At this moment.

Zhang Feng sat by the grass, playing with his phone, seeing mostly useless greetings.

They were basically all unfamiliar numbers, but when they sent messages, they introduced themselves.

For example, 'Hello, President Zhang, I am Zhao, the chief representative of the Shan Province Military Department...' or 'Hello, President Zhang, I am the person in charge of Dahong Group, and I am honored to build a martial arts hall under your command...'

The messages they sent were concise, without a bunch of flattery, but serious introductions, simply stating their identity and profession.

This was because they couldn't figure out the temper of the 'Transcendent Pioneer,' so they didn't dare to say too much.

Besides this, they only dared to send messages and didn't dare to make presumptuous phone calls.

But interestingly, a small number of them, because they all ran martial arts halls, knew each other, so they created a group.

The most frequent chat in the group every day was, 'Did President Zhang reply to your message?'

But just today.

In the small group, a few people were idle, and as usual, asked 'message' questions in the group.

As Zhang Feng finished reading hundreds of messages and clicked a group reply, 'Understood.'

Their small group exploded.

(Martial Arts Hall Master No. 15 of Shan Province Official: Brothers, President Zhang replied to my message! How is it on your side?)

(Representative of Sun Group Martial Arts Hall: I received it here too)

(Official Hall Master No. 2 of Lin City: I saw it too)

(Chief Representative of Southwest Province: Did President Zhang come out of seclusion?)

(Official Martial Arts Hall No. 3 of Ling City: Brothers, tell me, can I send President Zhang more blessings?)

(Official Hall Master No. 2 of Lin City: Old Zheng, don't go looking for trouble)

'Notice: The Chief Representative of Southwest Province has left the group chat'

...

After sending the message, Zhang Feng closed the message interface and called Doctor Wu.

It connected in about half a minute.

"Hello? Teacher Zhang?" Doctor Wu's voice was noisy, accompanied by some 'beep' instrument sounds, "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to another place in a few days," Zhang Feng lay on the grass, "The specific time is 10:00 AM three days later. You can go directly to the train station. Someone will pick you up at the station and give you the ticket."

After some appropriate adjustments to the train lines, a dark green train will arrive in this city in three days.

"Where are we going?" Doctor Wu dared to ask, "I'm helping you test human functions recently. More and more people are coming to the hospital for testing now.

I'm overwhelmed every day.

I really can't take a vacation if you give me one."

"It's not a vacation, but it's also considered a vacation," Zhang Feng looked at the blue sky, "Mainly to let you follow me to learn some medicinal material knowledge. Many big names in the medical field will also go, as well as some top researchers.

It's considered a small research conference."

"Many old professors?" Doctor Wu immediately changed his tone when he heard there was knowledge to learn, and quickly said, "I'll go! I'll go! I'll go to the duty station to adjust my shift and free up the time."

Doctor Wu said here, and smiled: "Although I want to learn, I can't affect the big data test because of myself. This is fundamental, and it's what you and teacher, we both expect."

"Okay," Zhang Feng also said with a smile: "Then remember the time, three days later, 10:00 AM, come half an hour early."

"I'm writing it down," Doctor Wu was really afraid that he would be too busy these days and forget, so he asked a doctor next to him to write it down.

"Then that's it for now, you go ahead, I'll hang up."

Hanging up the phone.

Zhang Feng swiped open the chat software again and saw messages left by the hall master and others.

Ninety days ago, 8:00 PM (Running Friend Xiao Li: Brother Zhang, running tonight?)

Seventy-six days ago, 3:00 AM (Hall Master: I drank myself to death)

Twelve days ago, 11:00 AM (Master Wang: Master Zhang, the martial arts hall is basically normal, I'm just left wandering around every day. Tell me in advance when you come back, I'll go buy groceries, call them over tonight, let's have a couple of drinks, I'm very idle now)

Ten days ago, 4:00 AM (Master Wang: I'm not idle anymore, the government saw that I was too idle every day, and gave me a burden, letting me concurrently serve as the chief instructor of the provincial military department)

After reading all the messages.

Zhang Feng replied to Xiao Li one by one (Zhang Youfa: I've been a little busy lately, the signal was blocked, I just saw it, I'll contact you later)

Then the hall master (Remember to take your medicine, don't drink if you can, we don't need alliances now, your health is important)

Finally, Master Wang (Can't you pretend to be very busy?)

After sending.

In less than two minutes, Master Wang's phone call came.

Connecting.

"Hello," There were martial arts 'huh ha' sounds on Master Wang's side, "Out of seclusion? How is it? Gathering tonight?"

"In a while," Zhang Feng replied: "During this seclusion, I realized some new things. After relaxing tonight after leaving seclusion, I have to start practicing."

"Then you have to pay attention to your health," Master Wang spoke directly, "You are our backbone, you can't get tired."

"I know what I'm doing, and I'm also combining work and rest," Zhang Feng got up from the grass, "Just like from last night to today, I gave myself a whole day off."

"Your combination of work and rest is ruthless enough," Master Wang exclaimed: "Nearly a hundred days of seclusion, and you only relax for so long? What's the difference between this and not relaxing at all?"

'To be precise, it's thirty years and a hundred days, and then only one day,' Zhang Feng shook his head in his heart, but said in a relaxed tone: "Maybe I'm used to it?

Actually, to be honest, today I didn't work, didn't study, I always feel like I made a mistake.

Okay, that's it for now, let's talk when we meet in a while."

Hanging up the phone.

Zhang Feng took a deep breath, and at the same time as the internal organs resonated, internal force gradually formed.

Relaxing this day is still effective.

At least a lot of small chores have been cleared up, and there are not so many small worries in my heart.

'Relaxation is a kind of practice on the road of life.'

Zhang Feng practiced while returning to the base,

'But making yourself have no time to relax is also a kind of life practice with different experiences.

Only in this way can you appreciate the difficulty of being relaxed.'

...

Three days later, morning.

This city's train station.

Although it looks the same as usual, with people coming and going, there's nothing special.

But if you look closely, a few people on the roadside are stuffing their palms into their upper clothes, seemingly selling pirated CDs, but actually looking for the best shooting angle.

And in the distance, a few black car drivers changed people.

They were turning the keys in their hands, drawing circles, like steering the steering wheel of an armored car.

Ta ta—

The owner of the egg pancake stall was rubbing the dough in his hands, as if using a grand capturing hand to subdue drug dealers on the border.

Zhang Feng came here with Old Liu, wearing sunglasses and a hat, and at a glance, he knew that the station had been infiltrated by special forces.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng also felt very normal.

Because this time it wasn't just him taking the train, there were also more than a dozen treasure-level researchers in the station.

So just in case, the official took out some small formations.

But overall it was still relatively natural, at least passers-by couldn't feel anything.

At the same time, Zhang Feng glanced a few times, and then looked at the egg pancake.

To be honest, he was really hungry.

Looking at the strength of this person's hands, the dough was also kneaded vigorously, he had some skill.

Coming to the egg pancake stall.

Zhang Feng looked at the stall owner who was suddenly a little nervous,

"Give me two."

"Yes!" The stall owner was shocked by Zhang Feng's invisible aura, and reflexively stood at attention.

Fortunately, the nearby pedestrians didn't notice this, otherwise they would have been really startled.

And the reason why the stall owner was so nervous.

This was also because Zhang Feng had only cultivated internal force these past few days, and when the muscles all over his body were working, the long-sleeved shirt on his body had an indescribable 'sense of fluctuation'.

To outsiders, it looked like Zhang Feng's clothes were being blown by the wind, very natural, very normal.

But Zhang Feng was transcendent, and the stall owner knew it.

Precisely because of these two points, coupled with the fluctuation of Zhang Feng's clothes, like a demon wandering, emitting a thick smoke of baleful aura.

This gave him a huge sense of oppression of ghosts transforming into wind, engulfing people.

Although he didn't know why he could see such a strange scene, such a magical scene brought great shock to his mind.

'He can see my fist technique? He does have a bit of a foundation in visualization, he can be used as the 19th martial arts reserve seed.'

Zhang Feng saw him standing at attention in a daze, and saw him staring at his clothes, and knew that he had been too engrossed in his cultivation these past few days, and his fist technique had been unintentionally revealed.

Usually, Zhang Feng was natural, a dragon swimming in the sea, ever-changing.

The profundity in state of mind and strength made Zhang Feng belong to a kind of 'natural and invisible ever-changing'.

Even people with visualization couldn't see the slightest bit.

But precisely because he had a bit of a visualization foundation.

Zhang Feng also directly ignored him and looked at Old Liu next to him and said: "Pull out all of his body function data, I'll take a look."

Zhang Feng's authority in martial arts was the highest.

It could be said that now Zhang Feng saw a person on the street and said he wanted his data.

As long as he had been tested, then Zhang Feng could arbitrarily browse and mobilize his data at any time.

"Okay," Old Liu heard the order and took out a tablet from the tote bag. As soon as the camera was pointed at the stall owner, all the data was pulled out from the big data martial arts center.

And there was also his name and occupation.

After Zhang Feng scanned the data, he didn't pay attention to it first, but looked up at the stall owner's appearance.

Although he was dressed up, he was only about twenty-eight or nine years old.

And above his left eye, he had also undergone surgery. The left eyelid twitched unconsciously from time to time, vaguely a scratch from some kind of iron piece, damaging his eyelid nerves.

He wore a leather sleeve on his right hand, and the exposed gap showed burn scars on the back of his hand, very serious, red and a little unsightly.

On the right side of his neck, there was a scar left by a bullet scratch, but he had covered it with foundation, probably to avoid scaring strangers.

After Zhang Feng looked at his appearance, he looked at his data.

He was indeed a top special forces personnel.

He was also his 'colleague'. A few years ago, he was in the 'Mobile Team', responsible for arresting criminals in some major and important cases across the country, or eliminating some hidden dangers in public safety.

In the past three years, he has been engaged in border drug enforcement.

In the past three years, he has cracked two criminal gangs and detained dozens of petty thieves.

Thirty-seven drug dealers have been arrested.

In border encounters, nine drug dealers were killed.

He has many achievements, but it can also be abbreviated into two words.

Hero.