Feng Jun was very clear about his planning.
He knew he couldn't count on a constant stream of wealthy clients, willing to clear their WeChat transaction details regardless of the cost.
A more reliable method was smuggling goods, but he still hadn't figured out how to charge the electricity.
The best option was to go to that space suspected of being related to immortal cultivation and search extensively for Spirit Stones—the charging effect of those things was truly top-notch.
Of course, if he could get his hands on some Immortal Cultivation Techniques, that would be a real jackpot.
Well, these were all speculations. What Feng Jun really wanted to do now was to explore that strange space. If he stumbled upon a gold mine or something, wouldn't that be something...
He couldn't be sure how much danger was in that space, so it was necessary to prepare in advance.
This time, what he was going to buy was not just limited to outdoor survival items like clothes and food; he definitely needed things for self-defense, although he couldn't buy many weapons with great lethal power, having them was still better than nothing.
Feng Jun browsed Tao Tao Net for a long time; he had previously bought a machete there and wasn't completely unfamiliar with these things, but to say he was an expert—that would be overestimating him, a liberal arts monk.
Picking a few stores that caught his eye, he went in and chatted with the shopkeepers, then snapped up some lifesaving ropes and such.
Don't think that what he bought was really just lifesaving ropes—he indeed needed those, but more so, under the guise of buying lifesaving ropes, he purchased supplies that were not displayed on the shelves.
For example, a heavy crossbow, and combat machetes, these items couldn't be seen on the store's display shelves at all, they could only be purchased privately by communicating with the shopkeeper under the guise of buying other items.
Cheap goods aren't good quality, and with Feng Jun's knowledge, he might not be able to identify what was good quality, but he was sure that while expensive items weren't necessarily good, good items were definitely expensive.
After a round on Tao Tao Net, he was shocked to find that he had unwittingly spent over ten thousand.
The speed of spending money was truly terrifying; at this moment, he deeply felt why the Hand-Chopping Gang was called "Hand-Chopping"—in fact, he felt like chopping his own hand off too—for spending so much without realizing.
Moreover, what he bought might not even be genuine, but only "possibly not fake."
But Feng Jun had no regrets, safety was always the first priority, if he risked his life, no matter how exciting the adventure, he wouldn't be around to enjoy it.
After browsing TaoBao and exiting the page, he checked the time, found it was four in the afternoon, and stood up to go outside.
The gatekeeper was shouting at the entrance, telling everyone who had tapped into his electricity to remove their lines voluntarily, or he would cut them himself.
Some people tapping into the electricity had given him benefits, but today, one person caused his lights to dim twice. When the old man couldn't find the culprit, and even when he threatened out loud, the person pretended not to hear.
That was the last straw for him. The old man from Xiao Wu Village, although a bit greedy for small gains, would not consider past favors when angered, and belonged to those who lacked a sense of the big picture.
His logic was: I let you tap into the electricity in the past just to get some tobacco and drinks, and you didn't lose anything; now I'm asking you to remove the wires, you should be relieved.
Feng Jun had no interest in listening to the old man ranting. He rode a public bike away, needing to buy more insurances and chargers.
Cycling on the road, he couldn't help grimacing: they say scientific research costs a lot of money—indeed, it does.
The day Feng Jun was laid off was spent shopping. When he cycled back with several bags, it was already six thirty in the evening. Time passed quickly when one was busy.
It was almost completely dark. At this time of the year, it shouldn't get dark so early, but today was an overcast day.
Halfway through his ride, rain started to fall.
This rain wasn't like the last time with thunder and lightning, but the raindrops were quite heavy and dense.
He hadn't brought an umbrella when he left home, as a man, who cares about a cloudy day? So now he could only ride in the rain.
The chargers and fuses he had bought couldn't get wet, so he carefully stopped his bike and wrapped them with a plastic bag in two layers.
This is the sadness of young people in the lower classes in big cities today: they can get drenched, but they can't let their goods get wet.
By the time he cycled back to his place, his denim jacket was soaked through, dripping water from the hem.
At the factory, the gatekeeper called the village electrician. After pulling the factory's main switch, he began cutting along the main line but had to stop when it began to rain, as it was unsafe to work in the rain.
When Feng Jun returned, the factory's main switch had just been turned back on. The old man saw him dripping wet and advised him, "The factory's wiring is old, don't use an electric heater to dry your clothes, change into something else."
Feng Jun changed his clothes, went to a small restaurant by the door, ordered a big bowl of hot rice noodles with five pancakes for a hearty meal, then wobbly walked back.
The rain was moderate, and the factory's ground had become a bit muddy. Walking on it, he couldn't help but feel secretly relieved that, fortunately, he had roughly leveled the ground beforehand; otherwise, just this one trip would have required changing clothes again.
Reaching the door of his room, he stared at a wooden plank, initially intended to support a generator.
The generator made a lot of noise when operating, not only noisy but also shaking. Although the machine he bought was branded, it was produced by an OEM and lacked some shock-absorbing and noise-reducing features, making it a bit louder than the genuine product.
So he had laid out a wooden board outside the door, thinking that when the generator was generating electricity, he would place it here to absorb the vibrations, and also to prevent the generator from bouncing around.
However, with the rain falling now, the board was covered in water. He had already planned everything and had roughly measured the situation; he was going to try charging with the generator tonight, but he hadn't expected this to happen.
Moreover, the rain continued to fall, and operating the generator under these conditions could easily lead to an accident.
So, he could only continue to consider using the mains electricity. Fortunately, it was a rainy night, and the night watchman was hiding inside the house, drinking and chatting with the village electrician.
Feng Jun quietly replaced a ten-amp fuse, picked up a charger, and this time, he decided to hold the charger directly in his hand instead of charging through a mobile phone.
He thought that since the voltage of the charger was very low, even if he were to be shocked, it shouldn't be too big of a problem.
However, he didn't notice that the charger he was holding had gotten wet from the rain.
The next moment, he was tragically shocked, his whole body twitching, barely managing not to cry out.
The night watchman was also tragically affected; he had just picked up his wine glass and hadn't yet managed to pour it into his mouth when suddenly everything went dark.
Then, the electrician beside him laughed out, "Haha, the breaker tripped."
The old man was about to get angry but hearing the laughter, he calmed down, "Is this why you replaced the main fuse with a thinner one?"
"Yes, isn't this exactly what you wanted?" the electrician replied with a smile, "The thinner the fuse, the quicker it breaks on overload... Whoever uses more electricity gets the most annoyed."
That was indeed the old man's intention. He wasn't particularly urgent about using electricity; he hardly ever watched TV. As long as his radio had batteries and allowed him to listen to operas, he was content.
He had a mobile phone too, a real senior's phone, with large buttons and a loud volume, but if the phone ran out of battery, it ran out, and life went on as usual. He wasn't one of those young people who couldn't live without their phones.
So, the old man only lit a single candle, and when the electrician reached for another, he stopped him, "What, are you worried about spilling your drink on your nose?"
"You old miser," the electrician laughed and scolded him, "Lighting two candles would make it easier to pick up dishes."
The old man rolled his eyes, "Lighting two candles, I might as well replace the fuse."
Without electricity, he wasn't accustomed either, but he continued to avoid changing the fuse, considering others would suffer more.
The two were chatting intermittently when they suddenly heard a "putt-putt-putt" sound coming from the factory.
The electrician was very familiar with that sound; he raised an eyebrow, "Eh, does that college student renting the house have a generator too?"
"Yeah," the old man nodded, "He said it's for mobile phone testing, can't afford long power outages."
The electrician shook his head, dismissively commenting, "Can't even wait that long, really impatient..."
Impatient? Feng Jun was too happy to think about that right now.
The charger, which had gotten wet, sparked as soon as it was plugged into the socket, and his left hand got a direct shock.
However, after the mains breaker tripped, Feng Jun realized: had he just been shocked with 220 volts?
Coming into contact with 220 volts wasn't a new experience for him; he had been shocked as a child, a mischievous accident that didn't lead to any mishap, but the memory was enough to last a lifetime.
This time, the shock seemed… not as intense as the last one?
After thinking it over for quite a while, Feng Jun finally confirmed that he had not wrapped the charger securely, allowing rainwater to enter, a major oversight that brought him a different experience, even a pleasant surprise.
All along, Feng Jun had pondered the idea of directly charging himself with mains electricity, but that youthful experience had left him with a deep and unpleasant memory, and psychological trauma.
However, the feel of this shock told him, 220 volts really wasn't that scary.
It sounds frightening, but encountering it was just a matter of fact, and even with the breaker tripped, wasn't he unharmed?
Since he could charge directly from the mains and the experience wasn't too unbearable, Feng Jun could start a new experiment.
So, in the house, he directly pulled the start handle of the generator.
Once the generator was running smoothly, he cut two lengths of wire, stripped the insulation off both ends, and carefully inserted them into two sockets.
This socket was connected to the output end of the generator and had a protective switch in between, a hundred amps.
The ends of the two pieces of wire in the socket, the other ends exposed in the light, their bright copper cores silently speaking of danger.
Yet, in Feng Jun's eyes, this was a naked temptation, igniting his endless desire!
(Only three hours left until Monday, keep pushing for the contract rankings, call for clicks and favorites.)