Two Hundred Twenty Is Nothing

Feng Jun had a very clear plan for himself.

If he wanted to make big money, he couldn't count on a constant stream of wealthy patrons appearing to spare no expense in clearing their Liaoliao transaction histories.

A more reliable path was smuggling goods, but he had yet to master how to charge his device with electricity.

The best option was to go to that suspected immortal cultivation space and search for spirit stones in bulk; the charging effect of those things was truly top-tier.

Of course, if he could manage to get his hands on some cultivation techniques, he would really hit the jackpot.

Well, these were all just guesses; what Feng Jun wanted to do most right now was to go explore that strange space. If he happened to find a gold mine or something, wouldn't that be...

He couldn't be certain how much danger existed in that space, so it was necessary to make preparations in advance.

This time, what he needed to buy wasn't limited to just clothes, food, and other wilderness survival gear; self-defense items were a must. Although he couldn't buy any high-lethality weapons, having something was better than nothing.

Feng Jun browsed Taotao Net for a long time. He had bought a kukri knife before, so he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with these things, but to say he was an expert would be giving this Wenkeseng too much credit.

Picking out a few shops that looked decent, he went in to chat with the shopkeepers and then placed orders for some rescue ropes and the like.

Don't think that what he ordered were just rescue ropes; while he did need those, he was mostly using the guise of buying rescue ropes to purchase supplies not displayed on the storefront.

For example, high-powered crossbows or combat-grade kukri knives—these things couldn't be seen on the shop's display shelves at all and could only be discussed privately with the shopkeeper to be purchased under the name of other items.

Cheap goods are rarely good. With Feng Jun's knowledge, he couldn't necessarily identify what was high quality, but he was very certain that while expensive items weren't necessarily good, good items were definitely expensive.

After browsing Taotao Net, he was stunned to discover that he had spent over ten thousand yuan without even realizing it.

The speed at which money vanished was truly terrifying. At this moment, he deeply understood why shopaholics called it "chopping hands"—in fact, he felt like chopping his own hands off too; he had spent so much without paying attention.

Moreover, what he bought might not even be authentic; they were only "possibly not fake."

However, Feng Jun didn't regret it. No matter what, safety was the top priority. If he lost his life, he wouldn't be able to enjoy even the most spectacular adventures.

After finishing his shopping and logging out, he checked the time and saw it was already four in the afternoon, so he stood up and headed out.

The gatekeeper was shouting at the entrance, telling everyone who had privately tapped into his power lines to remove them voluntarily, or else he would cut them himself.

Some of the people who had tapped into the lines had given him favors, but today, someone had caused his light to dim twice in a row. Not only did the old man fail to find the culprit, but when he shouted his threats, people acted as if they hadn't heard him.

This time, he wasn't having it. The old man was a villager from Xiao Wu Village; while he was a bit greedy for small gains, he didn't care about past favors when he got angry, belonging to the type of person who lacked a sense of the bigger picture.

His logic was: in the past, I let you tap into the electricity just to get some cigarettes, alcohol, and food, so you weren't losing out. Now that I'm finally asking you to remove the lines, you should be thanking your lucky stars.

Feng Jun had no interest in listening to the old man yell, so he rode off on a public bicycle; he needed to buy more fuses and chargers.

Riding on the road, he couldn't help but wince: they say scientific research is expensive, and that saying... is spot on.

The day Feng Jun was laid off was spent entirely on shopping. By the time he rode back with several bags, it was already six-thirty in the evening; once a person gets busy, time flies.

The sky was almost pitch black. Ordinarily, it shouldn't have been this dark at this time of year, but it was an overcast day.

Halfway through Feng Jun's ride, raindrops began to fall.

This rain wasn't like the last one with thunder and lightning, but the drops were not small and were quite dense.

He hadn't brought an umbrella when he left; as a grown man, who cares about a cloudy day? So now, he could only ride through the rain.

The chargers and fuses he bought couldn't get wet, so he carefully stopped his bike and wrapped them thoroughly in two layers of plastic bags.

This was the sorrow of young people at the bottom of society in big cities today: they could get soaked themselves, but they couldn't let the goods get wet.

By the time he rode back to his residence, his denim jacket was soaked through, dripping water from the hem.

Back at the factory, the gatekeeper had called the village electrician. After cutting the factory's main power, they followed the main line and cut as they went, but they stopped halfway when the rain started, as working in the rain wasn't safe.

When Feng Jun returned, the factory's power had just been switched back on. Seeing him return soaked, the old man actually gave him a word of advice: "The factory's wiring is old, don't use an electric heater to dry your clothes, go change into something else."

Feng Jun returned to his room to change, then went to a small restaurant at the entrance, ordered a large bowl of hot rice noodles, and ate it with five pancakes before strolling back.

The rain was neither heavy nor light, and the ground in the factory was already a bit muddy. Walking on it, he couldn't help but secretly feel relieved; luckily, he had roughly leveled the ground earlier, otherwise, he would have had to change his clothes again just from this one trip.

Walking to his door, he stared blankly at a wooden board: he had originally intended to use this board to cushion his generator.

The generator made a lot of noise when running; not only was it loud, but it also vibrated. Although the machine he bought was a famous brand, it was produced by an OEM factory and lacked some vibration dampening and noise insulation, making it louder than the genuine product.

So, he had laid this board flat on the ground outside the door, thinking that when the generator ran, he would place it there to absorb the vibrations and keep the generator from jumping around.

But with the rain falling like this, the board was covered in water. He had originally planned everything out—he had already tested the general situation and intended to try charging with the generator tonight, but he hadn't expected to run into this.

Furthermore, the rain was still falling, and running the generator under such conditions was prone to accidents.

So, he had no choice but to set his sights on the municipal power again. Fortunately, it was a rainy night, and the gatekeeper was hiding in his room, drinking and chatting with the village electrician.

Feng Jun quietly swapped in a ten-amp fuse and picked up a charger. This time, he intended to hold the charger in his hand directly, rather than charging through his phone.

In his mind, the charger's voltage was very low, so even if he got shocked directly, it shouldn't be a big problem.

However, he didn't notice that the charger in his hand had gotten wet from the rain.

So, the next moment, he met with tragedy, his whole body jolting from the electric shock, barely managing not to scream out loud.

The gatekeeper also met with tragedy. He had just raised his glass and hadn't even had a chance to pour it into his mouth when everything went pitch black before his eyes.

Immediately after, the electrician next to him laughed out loud, "Haha, the breaker tripped."

The old man was about to get angry, but hearing the laughter, he calmed down, "Is this because you replaced the main breaker fuse with a thinner one?"

"That's right, isn't that exactly what you wanted?" the electrician replied with a smile, "The fuse is thinner, so it trips when there's an overload... whoever is using the most power will be the most annoyed."

The old man's original intention was just that; he wasn't particularly desperate for electricity, and he didn't even watch much television. As long as his radio had batteries so he could listen to his operas, he was content.

He did have a mobile phone, a genuine senior-friendly model with large buttons and a loud ringtone, but if it ran out of power, it stayed out of power. Life went on just the same; he wasn't one of those young people who couldn't live without their phones.

Therefore, even when lighting candles, the old man only lit one. When the electrician reached out to grab another, he stopped him. "What, are you worried about getting the wine up your nose while you drink?"

"You old miser," the electrician cursed with a laugh. "Lighting two more would just make it easier to pick up the food, wouldn't it?"

The old man rolled his eyes. "I'd rather replace the fuse than light two candles."

He wasn't actually used to being without power, but he only insisted on not replacing the fuse because he considered that it would be even harder on others.

The two were chatting idly when they heard a "putt-putt-putt" sound start up in the factory.

The electrician was all too familiar with that sound. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Huh, that college student renting the place even has a generator?"

"Mm," the old man nodded. "He said he's doing mobile phone testing and can't afford long power outages."

The electrician shook his head, unimpressed. "Can't even wait this long? He's really impatient..."

Was Feng Jun impatient? He was too happy to be anything else right now.

The charger, which had rain inside it, had released an electric arc the moment he plugged it into the socket, and his left hand had taken the hit head-on.

However, after the main breaker tripped, Feng Jun realized what had happened: he had just been shocked by 220 volts?

Coming into contact with 220 volts wasn't a first for him; he had been shocked when he was a child. That had been an accident caused by his own mischief, and while it hadn't resulted in a disaster, the sensation was enough to leave a lifelong impression.

This time, the shock seemed... not as intense as the last one?

After thinking it over for a long time, Feng Jun finally concluded that he hadn't wrapped the charger tightly enough, which allowed the rainwater to get in. This major oversight had actually brought him a different experience—one that could even be called a pleasant surprise.

For a long time, Feng Jun had harbored the idea of charging himself directly using mains electricity, but that childhood experience had left him with deep, unpleasant memories, and he had a psychological shadow regarding it.

Yet, the feeling of this shock told him that 220 volts really wasn't that terrifying.

It sounded scary, but when you actually touched it, it was just like that. The main breaker had tripped, and hadn't he come out of it just fine?

Since mains electricity could be used for direct charging and the sensation wasn't particularly unbearable, Feng Jun could now begin a new test.

And so, inside the room, he pulled the starter cord of the generator.

Once the generator was running steadily, he cut two lengths of wire, stripped the insulation off both ends, and carefully inserted them into the two holes of a power socket.

This socket was connected to the output of the generator, with a 100-amp protection switch in between.

One end of the two wires was plugged into the socket, while the other ends were exposed under the light, their bright, gleaming copper cores silently whispering of danger.

However, in Feng Jun's eyes, this was a naked temptation that stirred up his endless desires!