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That night.

All the recorded videos from the scene were uploaded and pinned to the top of various video websites.

The official website also had videos from all angles, including recordings from passersby at the scene; the official website had a copy of everything.

Finally, all the videos were compiled and analyzed by the Big Data Center, with occasional supplements from Zhang Feng.

The official website extracted the most perfect angles from every second and created a detailed explanation page.

For example, in these few seconds of footage, Zhang Feng was explaining a meridian in the leg.

And within these few seconds, there were many angles, and in the empty space of the video screen, there were also many professional annotations and links to related meridian training methods.

Clicking on these links would jump to the relevant explanation interface for martial arts and allow users to upload their own human meridian diagrams.

This was intended to have an effect corresponding to oneself.

Of course, in terms of specific correspondence, it was certainly impossible to achieve perfection.

But the Big Data Center was also trying its best to optimize and re-optimize.

The cost of simply optimizing this big database, the resources consumed, was an astronomical figure.

After all, it involved fine-tuning the national database, coupled with the massive server consumption and the seamless synchronization of tests across the country; this in itself was a nationwide grid coverage project.

However, this consumption was still considered small.

The major expense was the official reimbursement for human function tests, with each person receiving 70% ~ 99% reimbursement (those with good aptitude and rapid progress would have their reimbursement ratio increased as long as each test showed significant improvement compared to the previous one).

This single item of continuous reimbursement expenditure was even more significant than several research projects at the drug center.

Just looking at the drug center with its research budget of hundreds of millions, which was 'one of the subordinate departments' of the Data Center, one could understand the Data Center's consumption.

But also, thanks to big data, drug research has also achieved rapid comparison and breakthroughs.

And some fitness and normal boxing techniques have also achieved a lot of balance and correction.

Moreover, under the operation of big data, some personal daily necessities and medical equipment produced by the official website have also been partially optimized based on the physical evolution of the new era.

The most direct thing was that some front-end instruments were being replaced, and the speed was faster than before.

And on the ninety-first day of Zhang Feng's return.

Outside the base's data testing room.

Zhang Feng passed by and glanced at it, discovering that new machines had been brought in again.

But the old machines hadn't been thrown away either.

After all, the cost was too high, and they couldn't be sold to those large groups willing to pay a high price.

Because this was newly retired military-grade world-class equipment, and it was classified.

This classification wasn't because there was any residual data center information inside, but because military-grade world-class equipment itself was classified.

After the Data Center didn't need this kind of equipment, it could be thrown to the base above for military use, but it would definitely not be released in a short period of time.

But ordinary military equipment of the third tier, below 'Tier Two,' as long as it wasn't aircraft, artillery, or weapons research, could be sold to the other party as long as they signed some safety-related agreements.

As for Tier Two and Tier Three, they were slang terms that came out of the Data Center.

World-class was Tier One.

National was Tier Two.

Provincial was Tier Three.

Now.

The Data Center's warehouse contained some newly retired Tier One medical equipment, waiting to be processed.

This kind of current 'half-step Tier One' medical equipment could be directly sold to the outside.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng was thinking about this, and also, under the guidance of two security guards, went to the warehouse.

Similarly, Zhang Feng's purpose for wandering around today was to deal with this medical equipment.

Because Zhang Feng felt that rather than selling it to those little-known financial behemoths and big whales, it would be better to sell it to 'his own people'.

For example, those bosses who had helped him before.

Although there weren't many of them, they were all good people, and in the public's evaluation, they were the kind of entrepreneurs who were relatively conscientious and were doing things in a down-to-earth manner.

It's just that their asset scale and so on were far inferior to those behemoths and big whales.

Now, in this kind of bidding scramble for eliminated equipment, they would be exhausted, and it would be difficult for them to grab one from the hands of the big shots, and they might not even see a screw.

Funds, connections, methods, and their own influence were all lacking.

But what was interesting was.

They each now had a martial arts hall, which Zhang Feng had asked them to invest in and build half a year ago.

It's just that with dozens of martial arts halls starting up in each city, they were no longer conspicuous.

And since medicine and martial arts were inseparable, they had also dabbled in some simple prescription production on the basis of having martial arts halls.

But that was it.

And today, Zhang Feng was paying off some favors and preparing to give them a hand.

It could also be considered a bit of a wild path, letting these 'own people' blindly fumble with medicine.

Maybe, just like the simplified meridians, ordinary people would train and develop a new meridian.

Similarly, these half-baked medical people might fumble and come up with a strange prescription for 'immediate cough relief'.

Anyway, whether there was a chance or not, he would give it a shot.

Even if they didn't fumble, then honestly hiring some 'pharmaceutical personnel' and tinkering a bit, they could also sell 'Jade Pool Dew'.

The pharmaceutical personnel from half a month ago had already been distributed, and they could be recruited.

And the official website would also spread the task of Jade Pool Dew to some pharmaceutical companies with equipment, so as to reduce the task load within the base and then free up more research power.

… …

The warehouse was on the second floor underground.

Directly below Hall 2.

Arriving here.

Zhang Feng saw five people recording orders.

Old Liu was also in front of a row of machines, looking left and right.

"Director Zhang!" The person recording the orders saw Zhang Feng coming in and quickly saluted.

Similarly, their shouts made Old Liu withdraw his gaze from examining the instruments and look at Zhang Feng who was walking over.

"Director Zhang, why are you here?"

"Come and have a look." Zhang Feng said, nodding to the side, telling the order-recording staff to continue working.

Afterwards, Zhang Feng looked at the burly Old Liu, then looked at the rows of instruments, and finally asked him, "Have you understood after looking for so long?"

"I don't understand." Old Liu said very honestly, "I'm just thinking about how to distribute these machines; several people have greeted me in advance."

"Is this difficult?" Zhang Feng took out a cigarette, thought about it, and decided not to smoke in reality.

"Uh… …" Old Liu was about to take the cigarette when he saw Director Zhang take it back; he paused for a moment before tentatively asking, "Director Zhang, should I be… … in trouble? Or… … not in trouble?"

"Don't be bureaucratic." Zhang Feng laughed and threw the cigarette to him, "I wasn't using this cigarette to manipulate you just now; I was thinking about not smoking. If you can quit, then quit."

"I'll quit after smoking this one." Old Liu said with a smile and lit it, and the surrounding ventilation system was also turned on at the same time.

Zhang Feng saw that even the small electric fans were turning on, so he also lit one; otherwise, the electricity bill for this ventilation system would be a loss.

"Come." Zhang Feng also distributed cigarettes to the surrounding guards and order-recording people, "Don't smoke if you don't know how; take it if you do. I have your information; don't pretend."

"Thank you, Director Zhang… …" Everyone surrounded him.

The pressure at the Data Center was very high, and the pace was very fast.

But thanks to Director Zhang's distribution of cigarettes, they were able to slow down for five minutes during work.

A burst of smoking.

After smoking, everyone dispersed far away and continued working.

Zhang Feng then looked at Old Liu, "Tell me, who are the predetermined ones?"

"The Li family from the neighboring province… …" Old Liu reported the names, but they weren't pharmaceutical companies, but family and personal names, as well as individual companies.

After listening, Zhang Feng counted about twelve shares.

"Old Liu, to be honest, I'm not afraid of offending people. But how many can you offend?"

"Cough cough cough… …" Old Liu coughed after hearing this, choked by the lingering smoke from the cigarette butt, and then said very speechlessly, "Director Zhang, am I so weak in your heart?

You should ask, how many of them dare to offend me?

Especially after I followed you, I'm blessed by the great trend of the times!

Your Jade Pool Dew has even draped a robe of perfect merit over me, Old Liu.

If it were in mythology, if I followed you, and you became a saint, at worst, I would also be a Buddha in Lingshan.

Everyone in our Data Center would also be listed among the immortals.

Who would dare to offend the future gods and Buddhas all over the sky?"

"That's good; it's fine if it's not difficult." Seeing that Old Liu wasn't afraid, Zhang Feng said, "Don't give the machines to anyone; let them wait for the next batch.

Or if my people have new ones, then eliminate them for them.

Anyway, we'll talk about it later; you help negotiate; I want this batch.

Of course, in terms of price, how much their people offer, we'll offer the same amount; the Data Center runs on public accounts; we don't mess around."

"You want these machines?" Old Liu shook his head when he heard that Director Zhang's people would use them, "If you want them, we can't talk about money.

Because if you really calculate the accounts, your prescriptions, training methods, and so much more, each item is priceless and can't be calculated.

If you hadn't denied it from the beginning and didn't give a price, it would all be a muddled mess if it were really calculated."

"This is different." Zhang Feng directly set the tone, "My direction is different; I don't want to talk about money here.

But this time, our machines are for others to make money with.

So, enough said, just listen to me; however much money it should be, that's how much it should be."

"This… … alright… …" Seeing that Director Zhang's mind was made up, Old Liu didn't say anything more.

Zhang Feng then returned to his office and picked up his wired landline.

Dialing the chief's private phone.

It connected about half a minute later.

"Hello?" The chief didn't know who it was; the number showed an unknown location, "Is this from Myanmar?"

"Yeah, from the border." Zhang Feng casually replied, and without waiting for the chief to realize it was his voice, he directly said, "Contact Chief Hai and the others; in about five days, at eight o'clock in the evening, still that small clubhouse on the edge of the city.

I have something to discuss with them.

Also, have them gather some funds recently; as much as possible."

"Okay." The chief noted it down and then said, "Master Zhang, I won't go; I have to go to another province in seven days; the data from several towns over there needs to be deployed."

"Sorry for the trouble." Zhang Feng nodded, then added, "Forget about whether it's a trouble or not. If everything's fine after a while, let's all get together.

Next time, come to my place, I'll cook.

Master Wang's lo mein is just not authentic.

I'll let you all taste the real deal."

"Okay! Sounds good!" The owner said with a smile, then, as if he really had something urgent, he offered to hang up the phone, "Master Zhang, I'll hang up now. I'm in a meeting.

I saw this strange number and thought it might be you, so I came out to answer."

"Alright, talk to you later."

Beep—

Zhang Feng hung up first after speaking.

… …

Five days pass quickly.

Especially for 'President Hai,' these five days flew by.

He hadn't even gathered much capital when it was already the afternoon of the fifth day.

Fortunately, his is a family business, and he's the sole patriarch figure.

With absolute power.

He forcibly sold several houses in his family, quickly selling them off at low prices, and added odds and ends of stocks and family items, managing to scrape together two hundred million.

This President Hai, who is over sixty years old, is still so decisive, just like he was half a year ago.

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At that time, Zhang Feng pointed to that small area of storefronts and said he wanted to build a martial arts gym.

He only said one word, "Buy!"

Now, Divine Doctor Zhang says he needs to raise money.

He doesn't ask or think, he still says one word, "Sell!"

It's not because he thinks President Zhang is a big shot in Da Xia now, but because of his conscience.

He had pulmonary tuberculosis back then, and Divine Doctor Zhang cured him.

He felt that he had to repay half a life-saving grace.

And today.

He took a plane to this city, and by a little after one in the afternoon, he came to the clubhouse.

He thought he was early, since Divine Doctor Zhang said eight o'clock.

But when he handed his invitation to the gatekeeper and came inside the clubhouse.

There were already twenty-five people in the room.

According to the total list of personnel, he was the second to last to arrive.

Zhang Feng was the last one.

"President Hai is here?"

"President Hai! Long time no see!"

"Old Hai!"

Inside the spacious hall.

The people on the sofas around, when they saw President Hai coming, greeted him with reserve, enthusiasm, or hearty laughter.

Everyone basically knew each other after the matter of building martial arts gyms together in several provinces.

In the past half year, they would occasionally chat and make phone calls to ask about the 'market conditions of their respective martial arts gyms'.

In short, it was all making money, but compared to their respective familiar industries, it wasn't much.

If you add the early-stage cost input, such as buying land and equipment.

Then it's an even greater loss, with other businesses subsidizing it.

But they don't regret it, because the hope of breaking even is something most people can see in their lifetime.

Plus, with the miraculous healing of Divine Doctor Zhang, then all this is nothing.

They know how to be grateful.

"What did Divine Doctor Zhang call us here for?"

President Hai strode over, his two bodyguards standing around him.

It wasn't just him who brought two bodyguards, everyone else brought them as well.

It's still necessary to ensure safety on the way.

"I don't know either." Hearing President Hai's question, an old boss got up from the sofa holding a wine glass. What was in his glass wasn't wine, but Chinese medicine.

"Although I don't know what Divine Doctor Zhang called us here for, it's good for us to come anyway."

"That's right!"

"Yes, we'll come as long as President Zhang calls!"

"The two old brothers spoke well! When Divine Doctor Zhang calls us, we'll shout 'Here!'"

"Haha… …"

The old bosses were chatting very happily, because everyone was a businessman, everyone liked pleasantries, and everyone's values were relatively compatible.

This meant they could talk to each other.

At the same time, a room with more than twenty people and more than fifty bodyguards did look a bit crowded.

Then they let most of the bodyguards go out.

After that, they didn't chat for a while. Some people had a lot of business and occasionally answered a call.

The rest of the people thought that waiting idly wasn't a good thing, so they got a few sets of chess.

Some people also found a few decks of cards, set up a frame in the hall, and started playing.

During this time, whoever had something to answer the phone would get up, and others would take over.

Then, the person who originally answered the phone, after playing a good half of the game, was messed up by the person who took over, and they couldn't help but argue a few harmless words.

Just like that, chatting and playing, several hours passed unknowingly. Suddenly, the sound of a motorcade came from outside.

Hearing the sound of the cars, they also got up and went out to watch.

But when the door of the clubhouse opened, they were a little stunned.

Because outside the door were rows of small trucks, as well as two military vehicles and a dozen business escorts.

When they arrived here, with a crash, the doors of the business cars opened, and a three-man team of fully armed personnel got out.

Then, as a big man took out an instrument and silently conveyed instructions, special team personnel also dispersed in an orderly manner around the area.

Whoosh—

Several armed transport helicopters also flew in from the distance, with snipers on board on alert.

At this time, the doors of the two bulletproof cars in the middle opened, and several researchers from the medical center got out.

And on the vehicles behind them, the passenger door opened, a special forces personnel stepped out, ready to open the rear door as well.

But before he could open it, Zhang Feng got out of the car and looked at the bodyguards and old bosses who were stunned in front of the door,

"I brought a few vanguard instruments over as samples to introduce to you.

Although these are vanguards, they are also world-class top instruments, necessary protective measures, don't be nervous."

Saying that, Zhang Feng walked towards the clubhouse and signaled everyone to come in and talk.

Several researchers also instructed several soldiers to take out the vanguard instruments.

At the same time, dozens of strong bodyguards at the door looked at the communicators in their hands, then looked at the rifles in the hands of the special forces personnel, and the heavy machine guns mounted on the two helicopters.

As bodyguards, they were being protected today, and they felt a very heavy sense of security in their hearts.

But before a few seconds had passed, a small team of special forces personnel came over and said to them: "We are the 03 mobile team, we have temporarily taken over the defense here, you guys find a place to have tea."

After speaking, these dozen or so special forces personnel holding rifles quietly looked at them.

Dozens of bodyguards also looked at the special forces personnel with black camouflage smeared on their eyes and wearing black armed clothing.

"Okay, soldier brother!" Then, the bodyguards obediently went to the side to rest and drink tea.

… …

Clubhouse hall.

Everyone sat down one after another, then looked expectantly at Divine Doctor Zhang.

They looked much more restrained than before.

"Relax." Zhang Feng smiled when he saw them like this: "I already said, it's escorting the instruments. The deployments that should be there, must be there.

It's not like I'm here to arrest you, what are you nervous about?"

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at President Hai, "How is it, President Hai, has the disease on your lungs relapsed recently?"

"No, no, no!" President Hai subconsciously got up from the sofa, "Thanks to you, everything is fine."

"Don't say polite words." Zhang Feng leaned on the sofa in the upper seat, "I also know you're busy, so let's get straight to the point like before.

This time, it's about related medical machines for the Yaochi Immortal Dew, but it's not limited to Yaochi Immortal Dew."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at the people whose eyes were gradually lighting up, "It's convenient to chat with you, you're all old foxes, I don't need to explain in detail, you all know what's going on.

Then let's talk about it, who is interested, raise your hand."

"Me!"

"President Zhang!"

"Divine Doctor Zhang, can I catch up… …"

Everyone raised their hands one after another, and they didn't expect that they could bypass some big crocodiles and big whales, and then take over part of the official immortal medicine synthesis?

This is really a pie in the sky!

And to be honest, they had also thought about it when they heard that the government was going to separate some immortal medicine tasks.

But they also knew that their energy was far from enough.

Especially, they had also thought about finding Divine Doctor Zhang, but they always felt a bit greedy, and finally they didn't make up their minds.

But precisely because of this, Zhang Feng found them.

As for the others, as long as they spoke, or had intentions, or had that kind of strong utilitarianism.

Zhang Feng kept them on hold first, let's cool them off first, anyway, the previous martial arts gym investment and treatment can be considered as repaying the favor.

The current medicine, to put it bluntly, is just giving more favors.

And at this moment, as the instruments and several researchers came over, and directly introduced the instruments to them.

They also knew, what big crocodiles? What background? What this and that?

They only need to follow Divine Doctor Zhang closely, then nothing is a problem.

In this way, the researchers were talking, and they were listening.

Then there was also a person who first consulted with them about the price.

After everything was discussed, it was already past ten o'clock, and the meal was eaten in the middle.

Finally, when everything was over and they were about to leave.

Zhang Feng thought for a while and said to President Hai and others who were seeing him off: "Collect your businesses if you can, let them go if you can, and transfer them to others if you can.

Because the mainstream of the era will be martial arts and medicine in the future, don't be distracted by other things.

Even if there are other things, I will let the owner contact you and give you a heads up in advance."

Saying that, Zhang Feng looked at President Hai,

"President Hai, you take the lead on this side, starting from medicine, focus on medicine, let go of the martial arts gym."

"Okay!" President Hai didn't ask so much, President Zhang told him to buy a martial arts gym, he bought it, and now he tells him to sell it, he sells it.

But even if the others didn't want to, they also knew that these words of Divine Doctor Zhang were 'official signals', and even more so, 'transcendent' guiding the era's preemptive information!

It can be said that as long as they follow this information, they will always be invincible.