Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun was taken aback by the loud noise and the sparks. He subconsciously took two steps back. When he heard the shouting outside, he looked at the charger that had turned into black charcoal, and turned around and walked casually. opened.

Walked to the bathroom, he took a look at the mobile phone in his hand, and found that there was no damage on the surface, and even a half-centimeter blackened charging cable was hanging on the charging port.

Seriously, he held the left hand of the phone, blackened by the arc, and looked a little eye-catching.

Washed his hands carefully twice with hand sanitizer to make sure that nothing was wrong with his hands. Then he grabbed his phone and walked slowly towards the fitness hall.

People in the hall have long crowded to the door to watch the bustle. The transformer of the city power grid is just outside the Hongjie Clubhouse, less than one hundred meters away from the clubhouse gate, and black smoke is smoking at the moment.

"This is also bad luck," the receptionist Xiao Li sucked a bag of soy milk with a straw and pointed at the transformer. "Yesterday I just broke a transformer, I changed it in the middle of the night, and now it is broken!"

"It should be that the line is not connected properly," the little fat man Zhao Hongqi shook his head as an expert, and he analyzed with some care. "Otherwise, this early morning is not the peak of electricity consumption, how can it be bombed?"

Xiao Li dumped him two big sanitation **** and replied unsatisfiedly, "Maybe it is a fake and shoddy product. What can the power supply gang people do not do?"

"Hold the grass, what do you two say?" A roar came from a distance, and then saw a man in a blue uniform come over. That uniform is the standard of the power system, and the left chest is still embroidered. With the big red letter of two eggs-"power supply".

The Smurfs are very uncomfortable with Xiao Li and Zhao Hongqi's confession. In his view, it has been very hard to repair the transformer all night in the institute. It must be known that yesterday's thunderstorm weather destroyed many electrical equipment facilities.

He had been busy until this time, but he did n’t have time to sleep. Now he heard someone questioning his professionalism and even buckled a “fake and inferior” hat. He could n’t help but be angry. is too big."

Since Zhao Hongqi is a fake expert, of course he also made a speech. He snorted disdainfully, "We have an electric switch in our clubhouse. If we have a problem, we must be the first to trip. You won't even understand this?"

Feng Jun stood not far away, listening to them fighting, while picking up the phone to look over, then he discovered that the phone was still twelve electricity, no more and no less.

I may have used a fake charger! He secretly slaughtered, but the next moment, when he glanced over his wrist, it was suddenly shocked: the color of the stone ring mark, from the light blue if there was nothing, became a little darker.

Could this transformer explode because my body absorbed a huge current?

This is just a guess, but there is no doubt that simply charging the elderly machine cannot afford such serious consequences.

As for why the gate of the club did not trip, but the mains transformer was blown up, Feng Jun could not make a reasonable explanation. After all, he was a liberal arts monk and did not know much about science and engineering.

Seeing that the color of the stone ring mark is a little darker, Feng Jun could n’t help but want to find a secret place and try to enter the farm. This desire is really difficult to restrain.

However, he finally restrained himself, and it was the ten mature pastures on the farm that helped him make up his mind.

The last painful experience of "grass holding" left a deep impression on him. He thinks it is safer to do this test during lunch break.

Finally, at noon, Feng Jun hid in the bathroom again and brought up the interface of the farm. Then he clicked the big hand and suddenly found a line floating on the interface, "'Society your red sister' stole fifteen grasses. "

Feng Jun froze for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile, and decisively pointed to the big hand.

Next moment, the scene in front of him changed and entered the strange farm space again.

"Originally, if you want to enter this space, you have to charge yourself first," Feng Jun finally realized.

Then, he reached out and touched his trouser pocket. He wanted to see if he had figured out the cigarettes and lighters he had imported into his pocket.

The grass holding time is too long, it is inevitable that there will be tired time, at this time can sit on the ground to light a cigarette to relieve the fatigue, that share of comfort, the fairy does not change.

The place where I think about smoking is in the QQ farm. This sense of accomplishment ... simply.

However, it is very regrettable that Feng Jun touched himself for a long time, and he couldn't find where his pocket was.

He looked down and found that he couldn't even see what color clothes he was wearing, let alone the style.

He can be sure that he was wearing clothes, but he did n’t know what he was wearing, and he did n’t even notice the quirks of his clothes if he was n’t looking for smoke.

This kind of feeling is very weird, but it just gives people a feeling of "should be so."

Feng Jun sighed heavily, "It seems that it really exists in the form of data."

However, since it is a adventure, it cannot be too demanding. Looking at the whole world, who can enter the Internet in the form of data?

Looking around, he sighed heavily, "Grass holding ... grassing again, it's a big piece, next time I will just plant one piece of land."

In fact, entering the QQ farm in the form of data still gave him a heavy blow. Six hours later, he appeared in the bathroom partition and could n’t help but nagging, “Storage space ... this is gone. . "

He has long thought about it, if this space can bring foreign objects in, is it not a ready-made storage bag?

In the real world, if anyone has a storage bag with him, he really should n’t be too relaxed in the future.

Even if he had already figured out, if the speculation of the storage bag is true, he should choose what kind of materials to entrain in order to maximize his own interests.

You ca n’t bring drugs, arms, etc., but go to India to buy some "Gleevec" generic drugs, go to duty-free paradise to buy some luxury products like cosmetics, and bring them back through the storage bag. ?

The hateful thing is that this space can't bring foreign objects into it!

Feng Jun sat on the toilet, complained for a while, and then found a reason to make him less uncomfortable: I do n’t have enough control about this adventure now, and there must be more surprises waiting for me in the future.

Just as he packed his mind and planned to open the door, someone slammed the thin door panel violently, and a roar came from outside the partition.

Feng Jun got up and opened the door, looking at Liu Shuming outside the door, frowning slightly, "Are you hungry?"

Coach Liu was stunned first, and then he was furious, and the detective grabbed him, "You are dead!"

Feng Jun looked at him coldly and did not speak. He was already very annoyed by this person. If the other party dared to start, he would never mind letting the other party know why Huaer was so red.

Hongjie employees know that Liu Shuming is not as powerful as Wang Haifeng, but few people know that Wang Haifeng is not Feng Jun ’s opponent.

Feng Jun's body is about one meter and seven or three, which is not very tall, but he is very strong, with a full 150 pounds. Although at first glance, he has more fat on his body, but his strength is not small, his body is also quite flexible.

In fact, when he graduated from college two years ago, Feng Jun's weight was less than one hundred and two. During college, he was notorious for exercising, long-distance running, swimming, and fighting.

Sadly, in the two years after graduation, he was busy rushing to survive all day long. In order to make money to get married, he was tired like a dog every day and had no time to exercise.

People who are accustomed to heavy exercise exercise, once they stop exercising, the fat will increase rapidly. This is a natural law.

But after all, he has this foundation, two years, not enough to completely destroy the foundation he laid.

And after he arrived at Hongjie, although his position was relatively stifling, he also had some free time to exercise, and the equipment was ready. He was gradually returning to his former state.

Liu Shuming grabbed his collar and dragged it hard. When he found that it couldn't move, he raised his hand and punched him.

However, when he saw that the other party was fearless, he froze for a while before he grinned, and said viciously, "Dare you scold me? Wang Haifeng can't blame me for beating you!"

Said things more ruthlessly, but he couldn't hide his guilty conscience.

Feng Jun rolled his eyelids and spoke coldly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Release!"

Liu Shuming unconsciously let go of his hand, he is such a bully and hard guy, it is chilling.

Seeing the other party passing by, walking casually towards the bathroom exit, Coach Liu couldn't help but spit, "Bah, dare to scold me for **** ... kid, let's just wait and see!"

Feng Jun stopped, looked back, and spoke blankly, "I mean, I'm hungry ... going to eat."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at the other person's face and walked out.

Liu Shuming was stunned for a while, then snorted, walked into the partition, and fell heavily on the toilet door. "I will only play with assholes!"

Where did Feng Jun want to realize that he had such an impression? In fact, after holding the grass on ten pieces of land, he fell into that state of abnormal hunger again.

There is a small cafeteria in the Hongjie club. There is a staff meal at noon, but Feng Jun hesitated and went to the flies restaurant to add meals. He intuitively felt that his meal volume is still not small.

Sure enough, he once again ate three large bowls of fried noodles, two plates of vegetarian dishes and five chicken legs. As for the couple's lung slices, he didn't order any more-for 35 pieces of this dish, I can buy four and a half chicken legs.

Although Qi Yu was already in hand, he didn't think he could indulge himself until he found a means of monetization.

Big deal, drink a few bowls of noodle soup, what's the matter?

At the checkout, the hotel owner still looked at him with strange eyes.

Feng Jun can't stand it a little bit, "I said the boss, you opened the restaurant, are you afraid of pot-bellied men?"

The boss frowned and hesitated, but decided to tell the truth, "Did you find that you have a strange smell?"

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