As soon as Feng Jun received calls from three or four banks, and he had never had business dealings with these banks before, it could only mean they had already learned that he had acquired a large amount of assets.
A hint of unease arose in Feng Jun's heart. "These banks truly have far-reaching influence. Each one is desperate for me to deposit money with them."
At this moment, Feng Jun's delivery had arrived at his villa's entrance. Feng Jun immediately switched his phone to do not disturb mode and got up to retrieve the delivery from outside the yard.
A grilled meat bibimbap plus a fried chicken cutlet—this was Feng Jun's favorite dinner. In the past, if he worked late, he would order this to enjoy at home. However, since he frequently traveled to the Doomsday, Feng Jun hadn't eaten it in a long time. After receiving the delivery from the delivery guy, Feng Jun was about to close the door when the delivery guy suddenly said to him, "You live in such a big villa and still order takeout? Don't you hire two nannies to cook?"
Feng Jun was startled and looked back at the delivery guy. "The house was just bought, but I generally prefer to cook for myself. Hmm, if not, I can hire a nanny later."
"That's too coincidental, I can introduce you to one..." Before the delivery guy could finish speaking, Feng Jun closed the yard gate and walked back into the yard without looking back, leaving the delivery guy outside the yard.
After Feng Jun returned inside, he didn't immediately go to the living room to eat. Instead, he stood behind the door, looking through the glass at the delivery guy outside the yard. Although the yard gate was still over a hundred meters away, with his currently evolved eyesight, he could see clearly.
The delivery guy did not leave immediately. Instead, he made a phone call while leaning against the door before riding his electric bike away from Feng Jun's yard gate.
Watching the delivery guy leave, Feng Jun rubbed his chin against the doorframe. This delivery person gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, and normal delivery personnel usually leave immediately to deliver the next order after dropping off food, but this delivery person talked to him for a few extra minutes. Moreover, this person always gave him an uncomfortable feeling, as if the delivery person was constantly staring at him. Could it be that someone heard he was quite wealthy and wanted to rob him?
Thinking this, Feng Jun found it amusing. He then looked at the fried chicken cutlet and grilled meat bibimbap in his hand. "Could they have poisoned my food?" At this thought, Feng Jun felt the food in his hand was no longer appetizing, so he put the takeout into his storage space. Fortunately, there was a supermarket near the villa area, specially prepared by the developer for customers. The goods inside ranged from imported fruits to various fresh vegetables, but the prices were ridiculously expensive: potatoes were twenty yuan per jin, and a box of imported tofu cost one hundred yuan.
Picking a few random dishes at the supermarket cost Feng Jun over a thousand yuan. This would have been unimaginable when he was still working, but now it was nothing to Feng Jun.
While Feng Jun was shopping for groceries, the delivery guy who had delivered his meal had already taken off his uniform and sat in a van parked on the outskirts of the villa area.
There were two other men inside the car, both appearing to be in their forties. A man with a square face in the back seat asked, "Xiao Chen, how was your contact with the target just now? Did you find anything useful?"
The delivery guy, referred to as Xiao Chen, shook his head and replied, "Nothing. This person doesn't seem to like interacting with people. He's also alone at home. I suggest we try to interact with him again when he goes out."
The person driving in the front turned his head and said, "Who knows when the next meeting will be, and we still have so many tasks. Xiao Chen, Team Leader Wang, let's hand this matter over to the local police in this area. I've already looked at this person's information; it's unlikely he's involved with any foreign forces." He then handed over a document containing all of Feng Jun's information: birthplace, age, parents, work experience, and even social relationships and how many girlfriends he had.
The middle-aged man referred to as Team Leader Wang took the document, glanced at it, and then handed it back to Xiao Chen. "Let's do as Old Zhou said. We can't just arrest someone because he suddenly got rich, especially if he hasn't done anything illegal. Xiao Chen, tomorrow you go and talk to the police station in this area, and this matter is also entrusted to you. Follow up when you have time. After all, we are just a local department; it's enough to ensure no incidents occur."
"Okay, I'll go coordinate with the public security tomorrow," Xiao Chen said, marveling as he read Feng Jun's file. "He was a poor loser just like me, and then he suddenly got rich. I went inside and saw it just now. Tsk, tsk, the villas inside are more luxurious than the last. I wonder when I'll be able to afford one."
"When you achieve a first-class merit, the country might give you a high-spec four-bedroom, three-living room apartment. Work hard, young man," Old Zhou, sitting in the driver's seat, started the van and drove away from the villa area.
These three individuals were from the local security department of Shangqing City, China, responsible for local public order investigation and supervision. Recently, Feng Jun's sudden wealth and large transfers received from abroad caught their attention, so they used the opportunity of delivering takeout to conduct an investigation. However, these local departments were understaffed and had many tasks, so they handed Feng Jun's matter over to the local department.
At this moment, Feng Jun had not yet realized that he had been targeted by a special department. He was still cooking while pondering how to strengthen his villa's security measures. Directly hiring two bodyguards and installing surveillance in the current world? Forget it. With Feng Jun's current physique, even two soldier kings might not be his match. As for security systems, why buy someone else's when he could produce his own?
Early the next morning, Feng Jun activated his Crossing to return to the Doomsday. Due to the radiation clouds, the sky at six in the morning was still dark gray. The return location was his residence in Longmen Town. Feng Jun had instructed Song Peng not to let anyone enter his room to find him.
Behind Feng Jun's residence was the Longmen Town warehouse. In the past, various foods that Feng Jun transported from the current world were stored here. Feng Jun's residence was directly connected to the warehouse, allowing him to bypass the guards at the entrance and enter the warehouse directly. Upon returning this time, Feng Jun went straight to the warehouse to check the food. There was still a lot of rice and flour that he had transported back and forth last time, but not many canned goods. They were probably used for trade with Huaicheng District. There were no personnel standing guard inside the warehouse; according to Feng Jun's instructions, people were only arranged outside the warehouse. This time, Feng Jun did not bring too much flour and canned goods from the current world, but he did bring many canned fruits and fresh vegetables. After taking these items out of his storage space, Feng Jun left the warehouse.
In the office, Feng Jun was listening to Song Peng report on the developments of the past few days. Trade with Huaicheng District had been proceeding in an orderly manner, with each transaction bringing back tens of thousands of helium crystals. In addition, news of the sale of flatbreads, steamed buns, and other grains in Longmen Town spread, and scavengers, merchant groups, and displaced people from nearby small settlements frequently came to Longmen Town to trade. The daily income from within the town alone was several thousand, and the town's population was approaching ten thousand.
Moreover, the number of soldiers in Longmen Town continued to increase, now exceeding two thousand. And according to Feng Jun's instructions, Song Peng specifically built barracks for the soldiers and even installed heating. In this cold Doomsday, having a warm haven was very appealing. Coupled with Feng Jun's conscious differentiation in treatment between slaves and ordinary enlistees, some people, upon arriving to seek refuge, chose to wear slave collars and become Feng Jun's slaves.
"The army's construction is on the right track. Our current two thousand men can roughly form three full-strength combat battalions. Song Zhan and I each lead one, and another belongs to you personally. Officers and warehouse personnel are all responsible for those wearing slave collars. And now, many people are interested in joining us and wearing slave collars. According to your instructions, after ten years of service, they can choose to leave, and we will grant them freedom then. Temporarily wearing a slave collar is nothing compared to being well-fed and clothed," Song Peng said.
Feng Jun nodded after hearing this. "What about equipment?"
Firearm equipment has always been a weakness for Longmen Town. Although there were some craftsmen in the town who could hand-make Power Armor, and these people were now willing to be employed by Feng Jun, the production cycle generally lasted several months. Even the firearms produced relied heavily on parts brought back by scavengers.
Song Peng shook his head and said, "This aspect has not been resolved. We currently don't even have enough Power Armor or mechanical exoskeletons for everyone. Trading firearms with Blackwater Merchant Guild is relatively easy, but heavy weapons and Power Armor are restricted. I've discussed this with Jiang Xueling; Power Armor and heavy weapons are strictly managed by five factions in Huaicheng District, and their own production capacity is limited. Since your last agreement with them, we have received a total of twenty Power Armors and one hundred mechanical exoskeletons through trade."
Feng Jun tapped his fingers on the table a few times, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Is it possible that they are intentionally not selling to us, and production capacity limits are just an excuse?"
"That's possible," Song Peng said thoughtfully. "As a pre-war Ming Army underground permanent base, Huaicheng District has a complete arms production system. Although it's impossible to produce large units like Spider Tanks and Titan-class Power Armor anymore, mechanical exoskeletons and ordinary Power Armor are not a problem."
It seems the Blackwater Merchant Guild isn't entirely trustworthy. Next time I see Jiang Xueling, I need to have a good talk with her. "Since that's the case, we should also appropriately reduce our 'production capacity' for grain, after all, everyone has times when resources are insufficient. Didn't the Blood Bell Gang people come last time? We can ask them."
"The acquisition of gold can be put on hold for a while. Let's see if scavengers can find production lines for mechanical exoskeletons and Power Armor in the ruins. Corresponding engineers should also be recruited, either through slave trade or by offering food." Although the Doomsday had entered winter, the zombies' activity had not weakened at all; instead, they became more ferocious due to the decrease in mutated beasts.
Most mutated beasts hibernate in winter, and even mutated cockroaches and various insects burrow underground. Zombies that cannot get flesh and blood become more frantic and bloodthirsty, and a Zombie Tide could arrive at any time in winter.