Big Data Cultivation

When Feng Jun fired his gun, another bodyguard had already rushed over.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Feng Jun's distraction to pounce on him, but he accidentally saw his own lady holding two apples with a bottle of water under her arm, and was momentarily taken aback. Is this... the lady's friend?

Sofia was stunned when she saw this scene. The bottled water instantly fell to the ground, and the apple in her mouth also dropped out.

The next moment, she screamed frantically, "No, no... oh no, don't act, it's a misunderstanding, OK?"

The bodyguard who got shot still intended to continue shooting—a shot to the thigh wasn't life-threatening.

But since the lady cried out like that, he had to stop the action. As a bodyguard, he must listen to the employers.

To put it mildly, if the employer thinks you hit the wrong person, and you continue, the compensation can only come out of the bodyguard's pocket.

To put it more seriously, if the other person is a friend of the employer, and you disobey orders and injure them—the employer might even demand compensation from you.

He stopped, and Feng Jun also stopped, then let out a cold laugh, threw the bullet from his right hand onto the ground, spun the gun in his hand, making it disappear into thin air, then twisted the motorcycle throttle and sped off along the road.

Sofia had an eccentric personality, but she was inherently kind, "Uncle Jason, you should go to the hospital... never mind, wait for my grandpa's private doctor, is it urgent?"

"Still alright," Jason touched the wound on his leg, bitterly smiled, and replied, "The outer thigh, my muscle here is very firm, it probably didn't hit the bone, but as for the nerves, can't say... Stephen, aren't you coming to bandage me?"

Stephen was the other bodyguard, he pointed to the ground not far away, "God... miss, look, that's a bullet head, he caught the bullet with his bare hands."

At this moment, Lady Martha's car arrived, "Oh my God, did we see a shoot-out happen?"

"No, just a misunderstanding," Sofia quickly replied, but the next moment, she screamed, "No, Lady Martha, we don't need to call the police!"

"I'm sorry, my dear Sofia," Lady Martha smiled at her, "I insist on calling the police, this concerns the safety of all the residents in our community, please forgive my selfishness."

"Oh, goodness," Sofia helplessly slapped her forehead, forgetting she still had an apple in her hand...

Half an hour later, Chairman Jansen arrived, most issues were already settled, and the police had left—dealing with the police station wasn't really a problem for the Jansen Family.

In handling matters, the police in Mai Nation are very principled; firing a gun in the street is indeed a serious issue, let alone injuring someone, surely it should be investigated thoroughly, but as the saying goes—Mai Nation is the paradise for the rich.

Someone got caught for hiding drugs in Mai Nation, not because he lacked money, but because his influence wasn't in Mai Nation, only in Huaxia—well, strictly speaking, he wasn't really wealthy.

Anyway, the shooting incident passed, the injured party was a Jansen Family bodyguard; if the populace doesn't bring it up, officials won't investigate, Mai Nation follows this principle too.

As for the treatment, that's an even simpler matter—what is Bai Rui's enterprise? A pharmaceutical company, not just selling molecular formulas. From treatment mechanisms to research, clinical trials, and promotion, they can handle it all—this isn't a monopoly, large-scale pharmaceutical companies should have this capability.

In terms of monopoly, it's more about the promotion—sales are where the monopoly lies.

With Bai Rui's capability, treating a minor gunshot wound is really not much, even if it's from a nine-millimeter caliber handgun.

Jansen had a lot on his plate to study now, catching a bullet was one thing, how did Sofia get kidnapped, and how did she come back? Who exactly was that black man?

As for whether Sophia suffered any harm, that was a minor issue, just one sentence could summarize it—she had already said, she was just locked up all the time, nothing to eat or drink.

Actually, the most fantastical part is catching a bullet, which was unbelievable to everyone. If Feng Jun was shot and the muscle caught the bullet, people might understand a bit, but catching the bullet with bare hands... what the hell is that?

However, the surveillance at Jansen's gate has high-speed camera capabilities, and there's this kind of camera at Sofia Jansen's entrance as well.

Speaking of which, this is one of the differences between Mai Nation and Huaxia. In Huaxia, even top wealthy people just install more cameras and warning devices at their doors; high-speed cameras aren't commonly used.

But in Mai Nation, the top wealthy people use these readily—they have them so they use them, but mobile phone use isn't as widespread, partly due to the lack of a unified payment platform, and also... too many operators, mobile signals aren't great.

So, compared to mobile terminal applications, Huaxia is indeed stronger than Mai Nation, undoubtedly world number one—in Mai Nation, WIFI is more widespread.

These words are somewhat inexplicable, but to put it plainly—when Sofia was abducted, she wasn't holding a mobile phone.

If she had a mobile phone, more information about Feng Jun could be discovered, but now... isn't it missing?

So the high-speed cameras serve as part of the basis for evaluating Feng Jun's abilities.

High-speed cameras showed that the bullet was indeed caught by that black guy in his hand.

The image is not very clear, after all, it's not a high-speed camera, and the lighting... isn't very good either.

But roughly speaking, that's about it; the bullet didn't fly off to any other place.

Jansen looked at his granddaughter helplessly and uttered a single word, "Black?"

In fact, he was a racist too, unable to accept that his granddaughter liked a black person.

When it comes to racism, this topic is usually very broad, but it can be specified. Take the Huaxia people—the Yellow Race—as an example.

Many Huaxia citizens who go abroad choose black partners, but how many Huaxia citizens are willing to marry black women?

Women choose spouses to improve their living conditions; subjectively, it is passive.

And men choose spouses to have offspring and carry on the bloodline; essentially, it is their active choice, and they will definitely be selective—of course, within their capabilities.

In short, Jansen, as a racist, discriminates against both blacks and the Yellow Race, but his discrimination against blacks is pure—can't do anything but jump around and shout, living in the moment without ever considering the future.

Purely from an IQ perspective, whites crush blacks. Have blacks achieved anything? Really, they haven't!

Take the Nobel Prize, for example. Have blacks ever won it? Okay, it seems there are, like Mandela, but that's for rewarding blacks for ruining Southfly—what kind of country is Southfly? It's the Boers' country.

What race are the Boers? White Race.

From the bottom of his heart, Jansen looks down on blacks, not only for their skin and IQ but also for the entire black culture—not to mention continuity, do blacks have any reputable, enduring clans?

Lack of continuity basically means a lack of sustainable civilization, right?

But the Yellow Race is different. In Jansen's eyes, the Yellow Race truly has the capability to compete with the white race.

First, Ni Hong people suppressed Mai Nation's automotive industry, and then Huaxia manufacturing spread globally...

In short, Jansen would rather have his granddaughter like a Yellow Race individual than have her get involved with a black individual.

"I don't think so," Sofia shook her head, speaking thoughtfully. "I feel like he's in disguise and looks a bit different from when he kidnapped me last time."

Her observation was truly meticulous. Feng Jun had originally set a certain appearance but adjusted it after encountering some Mohican youngsters to scare them away, and then adjusted it back, resulting in some distortion.

Jansen was taken aback by her words, "It was this guy who kidnapped you then?"

"It should have been him," Sofia responded subconsciously, then added, "with very poor English skills."

"How did he capture you?" Old Jansen finally recalled the serious matter, "There's nothing on the surveillance footage."

Sofia was in her bedroom at the time, a private space for a girl, of course, there were no cameras.

"I don't know either," Sofia smiled wryly, spreading her hands in helplessness. "Maybe he knocked me out? By the way, he seems to turn invisible... but I could see him."

"Invisible!" Chairman Jansen's eyes widened in shock. "Could it be... that kind of evil existence? Wraith?"

His granddaughter could see things others couldn't; he knew very well, using others' words, it's a "wraith."

Sofia shook her head and answered with certainty, "No, he's not a wraith, his body has warmth, and he can ride a motorcycle... who's ever heard of a wraith that can ride a motorcycle?"

Jansen was thinking about something else, "So, Luohua can control wraiths and make them corporeal, then they chose a dead black person... oh, my God, is there really something so evil?"

Sofia frowned; she felt her grandfather's speculation was incorrect, but she didn't know the real answer either.

In the following period, the Jansen Family didn't rest much. Some went for ballistic analysis, some analyzed the motorcycle the person was riding, and even some analyzed the apple Sofia had left over...

Soon everyone concluded that this black person was quite strange; the motorcycle looked like it was made in Ni Hong but should be a hyper-realistic replica from Huaxia, and the apple was also produced in Huaxia, while the mineral water wasn't, as it was commonly seen in Mai Nation's supermarkets.

What puzzled everyone was how the motorcycle appeared in that piece of forest, knowing that both ends of that road section had surveillance, and the motorcycle was never seen entering or leaving.

The next morning, Sofia even went to identify the scene when she came to, but in that small forest, there was only one set of tire tracks, and this discovery made everyone feel a bit creepy.

In the afternoon, finally, some Chinese were invited to help appraise the jade. That middle-aged man was truly a jade expert. After observing for a while, he stated, "If my assumption is correct, Mr. Jansen's jade should be from Huaxia's Funiu."