Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 1915 - 1917: Testing Has Begun Here Too

In response to what Gazi said, a handsome young man raised his hand, and after receiving permission, he asked, "Does not following your arrangement make one an unwelcome person? Can I leave now, or will I be ordered to delete the recording?"

"You’d better delete the recording," Gazi looked at him with a slight smile, thinking how great it is to be young, "Actually, we’re not afraid of you posting it online. At most, it’ll be a little trouble, but you might encounter big trouble... If you don’t believe it, you can leave now."

The handsome young man was about to say something when a burly man next to him wrapped an arm around him. "Hey handsome, I know you have a strong sense of justice, which is great. Society needs positive energy, but my son hasn’t been found yet... Do you want this place to close down?"

The burly man had a fierce look on his face, and his arms were particularly strong, squeezing so hard that it was hard to breathe.

"Bro, let’s not get physical, can we talk this out?" The handsome man quickly raised both hands. "I study law, and my family even has a law firm... It seems a bit improper for him to hurt someone so casually, doesn’t it?"

"Then you can leave," Gazi said expressionlessly, "Post it online, you’re young, there’s nothing you can’t do... Opening another law firm is also a possibility."

It’s really not an exaggeration. Lu Xiaoning isn’t as smart as Feng Jun, but he also knows what kind of influence Luohua has now. Beauty Lin and the others have been watching closely. If Luohua finally does some good deeds and gets stirred up...

Deleting posts and banning accounts are minor issues; you can expect your law firm to be tormented with all sorts of talks—if Luohua couldn’t handle even this, they wouldn’t just be disheartened, they would consider whether allowing this phenomenon indicates some kind of change.

So he straightforwardly indicated—if you dare to post it, your family might consider opening a new law firm.

Of course, whether it can be opened is another matter.

The handsome guy was stunned; he actually came along with someone struck by Thunder, but just as a classmate, joining in the fun. He didn’t participate when his classmates surrounded the other party just now, as he was a bit disdainful, so he wasn’t implicated.

In fact, since his family could open a law firm, it’s clear they wouldn’t lack connections—and regardless of the country, wanting to open such a service company requires some skill, as this profession was known as a "litigation stick" in ancient Huaxia.

The handsome guy’s family background taught him to know the appropriate weight—he didn’t get involved earlier, and the questions he asked weren’t inherently flawed, so Gazi couldn’t easily act against him, which was inevitable.

But now the threat came that his family’s law firm might not open, and he was genuinely angry about it, "Is that so? Then can I... leave now?"

"You can leave," Gazi nodded, speaking expressionlessly, "But by doing so, you are not cooperating with us, so... please show your ID card."

Showing an ID card isn’t a big deal, but usually, people don’t have the right to demand this. Gazi’s actions might sound excessive, but clearly, he wanted to register him on a blacklist.

However, the handsome guy didn’t think of it that way. Coming from such a family, he generally had high standards, but he now realized that if his ID was registered, it might cause huge trouble for his family.

He wasn’t sure if the young person across from him understood how difficult it was to deal with people who run law firms, but he also wasn’t certain how powerful the other party was.

At this moment, prudence was the top priority, so he decisively deleted the recording on his mobile phone, "I’ve deleted the recording, you can check... can I leave now?"

"I’m not interested in checking," Gazi retorted with one sentence, "If you want to leave now, show your ID card."

The handsome guy fell silent, fine, can I just leave later?

Seeing that he wasn’t causing trouble, Gazi couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and spoke in a deep voice, "Today, many people are looking for children, and I understand your feelings, but only a hundred families can stay overnight... Our place is small and can’t deal with so many issues."

Some people wanted to speak, but thinking about the thunder and lightning just now, they didn’t have the courage.

Gazi continued to speak, "So we need to do a simple test to decide who stays and who leaves, and we don’t accept any objections... If anyone can’t accept the result, you can leave now."

One man raised his hand and, after receiving permission, asked, "What are the test standards?"

"There are no standards that can be disclosed," Gazi replied expressionlessly, "What we recognize is appropriate, we’re not an official agency... I emphasize again, divine abilities are not to be questioned, those who don’t believe can leave."

The people below were silent. Although there were still over two hundred families waiting to find their children, nobody dared to step forward at this moment—being blacklisted was minor, but leaving could truly mean never finding their children again.

However, that handsome guy couldn’t help but mutter, "Children are missing, it’s understandable to do something excessive, right?"

"Young man, you’re not wrong," the burly man next to him extended a hand, wrapping it around his neck again, grinning viciously, "But you need to be clear about one thing, it’s not just his family that has a missing child... should our children just serve as statistics?"

His arm tightened even more, as if to strangle him, "You can act excessively, but guess if I can act excessively as well?"

In life, there’s no shortage of prickly people, especially those riding on the strength of numbers, always thinking they’re not to be taken lightly.

But this one truly understood life; he didn’t look like a good person based on his appearance—and probably wasn’t one either. But it’s clear, this was someone who had suffered losses, knew to inquire ahead, and understood whom to provoke and whom not to provoke.

So he saw it very clearly, knowing that allowing these people to mess around would affect the efficiency of finding his own daughter—even Feng Jun’s words, some people’s unreasonable actions could delay a lot of people’s legitimate requests, and would increase Luohua’s costs.

Generally, when faced with such situations, most people might just accept it, but he couldn’t—like a dog, not bothering you isn’t worth worrying about, but if you want to mess around, don’t blame me for being impolite. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

In fact, most people understood the situation; seeing someone take the lead, others immediately voiced their support, "This place is a prayer courtyard, it’s divine, not a place for you to mess around."

They truly stirred up public anger, and soon others chimed in, "The sincere come in, the insincere leave!"

The public opinion overwhelmingly supported the prayer courtyard. However, once they entered the courtyard for testing, there was quite a difference in the level of sincerity—ever since Feng Jun considered the place would overflow, he installed another Formation there.

Many people’s sincerity exceeded ninety percent, but some people’s sincerity was shockingly low, just in the range of forty to fifty percent.

This phenomenon was actually quite normal; where there’s belief, there’s disbelief. Some couples came, and the wife’s sincerity could exceed ninety-five percent, while the husband’s sincerity was around forty-five to fifty percent.

It’s not that they don’t want to find their children, but they’ve experienced too much hope and have been let down enough that they often don’t dare to hope anymore.

Actually, in the first four batches, Feng Jun believed there were people with insufficient sincerity, but he didn’t need to block people just for this—helping someone find their child naturally increases sincerity.

Doing nothing and expecting people to be extremely sincere wasn’t seeking believers, it was looking for mindless fans.

But now, with more people and the reputation spreading, using sincerity to screen people was inevitable.

Feng Jun’s current sincerity Formation is also connected to a computer, with many related indicators, checking not only trust in the courtyard but also other factors, and has its own algorithms.

In addition, those who are tested need to register their real identity, which will be recorded in Luohua’s database.

Those who can’t present an ID card don’t even have the chance to be tested, curbing some people’s intentions to join the fun.

Quickly, over two hundred families completed the testing, and Gazi selected the first hundred families. After printing out the list, he arranged for staff to post it; these were the parents who could stay overnight.

In the eyes of others, Gazi was the one in charge, and no one dared to approach him. Instead, someone found the staff, handed over a cigarette, and, seeing the other party wave a cold-faced hand, boldly asked, "Old mate, can I ask about the rules for selecting people?"

The staff member was truly an employee, considered part of Yang Yuxin’s staff, though after spending so much time at the prayer courtyard he had already become a fan. Hearing the question, he kept a straight face and replied, "I’m quite puzzled myself, if you didn’t come with sincerity, what are you doing here?"

"Impossible to be insincere!" The woman next to the man got anxious, "Brother, as long as I can find the child, I’ll bankrupt myself, donate all my possessions to you... I swear before the divine, if I can’t do it, my whole family won’t meet a good end!"

"Hmm?" The staff member frowned, speaking unhappily, "Is this the place for you to wreak havoc?"

The man quickly pulled the woman behind him, smiling apologetically as he spoke, "Don’t get angry, ever since we lost the child, she hasn’t been quite right, her offense... I apologize for her."

The staff member waved a hand, speaking indifferently, "Everyone here is pitiful, I can overlook it, but you can’t offend the divine, not even with loud noise, but you want to swear and curse... Who are you planning to kidnap?"

"Yes, yes, she’s wrong," the man continued smiling apologetically, "We’ll light another incense and then leave."

"It’s not her that’s wrong, it’s you!" Unbeknownst to them, Gazi had walked over, knowing that the woman’s sincerity was very high, but the man’s trust in the courtyard was lacking.

So he pointed it out, "Your wife has no issue; it’s your lack of sincerity holding her back!"

Upon hearing this, the staff’s expression changed, quietly stepping aside—had he scolded the wrong person?

This smooth-talking man, is he actually the one who doesn’t trust the courtyard?

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