There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 614 - 234: Relaxation and Fishing (Part 2)

Chapter 614: Chapter 234: Relaxation and Fishing (Part 2)

"In fact, they’re all living beings."

Zhang Feng instantly heated up the tea and pushed it to the chuckling Master Wang,

"Let’s get to business. I’m here to see the city’s black market."

"Black market?" Master Wang paused upon hearing this, then shook his head, "I really wouldn’t know about that, but it’s likely no longer around.

Because according to reports from different departments, the former black markets in the Extraordinary Homeland have now all become legitimate."

He pointed in the direction of the northern suburbs, "About ten years ago, you could still find people selling superconductor chips and high-grade Spirit Stones there.

The earliest black markets we had sold legitimate products too.

But now they can’t be found."

"Indeed, they can’t be found on the surface." Zhang Feng’s Spiritual Sense enveloped the entire Extraordinary Homeland and glanced at the southern underground,

"But there’s still one on Hecheng Street, 300 meters underground at the intersection heading north.

They now sell Superconducting Prosthetics and mind-enhancing potions there." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"As expected of a Mythical Life Form..." Master Wang stared at his teacup in a daze, "Instantly saw through everyone’s secrets."

Saying this, he felt it was a bit too informal, so he put down the teacup seriously, "I must apologize upwards! The cleanup wasn’t done thoroughly enough!"

"It’s unrelated to that." Zhang Feng shook his head, "Now some black markets have moved underground, making them indeed hard to find.

But laying a network underground would require too much engineering.

This is not permitted within our plans.

Instead, why not promote interstellar immigration and let these people travel outward.

It’s not just about turning a blind eye, but thinking that after seeing the broader expanse of space, they might develop more openly in the future.

After all, no one expressly checks on them now either.

It’s like closing one eye."

Zhang Feng took a sip of tea, "Do you think...with such a model, would it cause an explosion in black market black tech?"

"Oh?" Master Wang said with interest, "So our interstellar immigration is not just about expanding territory, but actually holds such a deeper meaning?

Immigration means development, and development from all sides?

Removing impurities to seek refinement, yet in the original concept of impurity, further refining once more?"

Master Wang was impressed, "Master Zhang, your far-reaching insight!

This development lesson is very vivid!"

Master Wang stood up and solemnly cupped his hands, "The student is enlightened."

"What the hell do you mean by deep and vivid?" Zhang Feng was amused by Master Wang’s demeanor, "How did you learn this from the curator? Making jokes after just a few words."

"Nothing I can do..." Master Wang shook his head, "Master Zhang, the pressure on someone like Old Wang is too much.

Honestly, I’m really considering quitting my job.

Especially since Xiaoli learned to fish, he goes fishing every day, tempting me daily.

How could any normal man resist such temptation?"

"Indeed." Zhang Feng, upon hearing about fishing, was reminded of the joy of fishing—especially the curiosity of not knowing what the next fish might be.

Additionally.

Zhang Feng suddenly thought of his wife, Little Carp.

Perhaps, to his wife frozen in time, he had not even left yet.

But in reality, he hadn’t seen her in decades.

See, that’s how it is when chatting with old friends.

In just a few words, they can stir up his emotions tumultuously.

"Fishing for what?" Zhang Feng stood up abruptly and said to Master Wang, "I’m going to give the Extraordinary Headquarters an order right now, you won’t have any vacations for the next ten years."

...

One day later, in the morning.

In the natural mountains, two thousand miles away.

Here, there’s a vast lakeside.

Zhang Feng, Master Wang, Xiaoli, the curator, and Dr. Wu who initiated Visualization,

were leisurely fishing here.

’Zhang, are you sure we’re here on official business?’

Also, at this moment.

Little plump Xiaoli sitting to Zhang Feng’s left was both fishing and using the virtual network to contact Zhang Feng.

Including others who joined in the interaction.

Because everyone was in a virtual chatroom.

But to outsiders fishing by the lake, Zhang Feng and the others seemed to be mindfully fishing.

There were quite a few fishermen here, all enjoying the old-era feel without anything extraordinary.

And the fishing rods and bait, everything used was traditional materials, with no tech enhancements.

Similarly.

Zhang Feng and the others had slightly disguised themselves, wearing traditional hats and masks, enough to block most gazes.

Otherwise, if they truly revealed themselves, they’d all be ’celebrities.’

Would definitely draw frequent glances from the surrounding fishermen.

"It’s official business."

Zhang Feng faced Xiaoli and others’ gazes, focusing his Spiritual Sense on a point three miles away, five hundred meters underground.

That was the hideout of a roaming gang.

With Zhang Feng’s speed and Spiritual Sense, searching the entire Great Xia would only take a day.

Especially a minute ago.

Zhang Feng also informed the data center, asking them to send reinforcements.

Yet compared to these casual tasks.

Fishing is a bit challenging.

Without cheating using Spiritual Sense and Magic.

Zhang Feng felt his skills utterly lacked compared to those of the fishermen here.

Just look at Xiaoli and others, reeling in fish after fish, and other passersby fisherman, holding their heads high as they reel in, occasionally shaking their heads and saying loudly, ’The fish is too small, only five pounds.’

Zhang Feng looked at his own basket with just one small fish, feeling unbearably outmatched.

They have better professional skills.

He hadn’t formally studied these techniques, relying only on biology and environmental knowledge to somewhat catch up.

But the Spiritual Qi here was as abundant as 0.3, meaning the fish would certainly change.

Zhang Feng had yet to consider these variables, lacking basic data made calculations impossible.

As he thought, he was trying to figure out a solution.

Then someone sighed in amazement, saying ’Bros, this fish is only seven pounds’ afterwards.