Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 1: Who Is Transcending the Tribulation?

Zhengyang City, at 4 pm

The sun was supposed to be shining brightly, but the sky was covered with thick dark clouds. It was as dark as night.

Accompanied by the dark clouds, there were gusts of wind one after another with lightning and thunder in the distance, as if it was the end of the world.

Feng Jun sat in the staff dormitory while gazing out of the window. He put the beer bottle in his hand down on the table and sighed heavily, "Damn, who's transcending the tribulation?"

Feng Jun wasn't a cultivator. He was just a fan of web novels, and he was complaining at this moment only because he was extremely upset.

He was going to quit his job.

Feng Jun was 24 years old this year and graduated from Jiangxia University with a double degree in Chinese and Business Administration.

Although there were more undergraduates in cities than ever after the increase in university admittance, he was still very outstanding among his peers since he could get a double degree in a prestigious university after four years.

However, after graduating from university, he was unemployed. He first went to the southern city where his girlfriend was to work for two years before coming to Zhengyang City by himself once he had an abundance of experience.

The company he was currently working for was Hongjie Culture and Entertainment Co. Ltd.

He didn't understand why a fitness club needed to be named with the word "culture", probably because culture and sports had something in common.

In other words, Feng Jun was now working at Hongjie Fitness Club.

He wasn't a legendary fitness coach who had sexual relationships with countless beautiful women. Instead, he was only responsible for reception, errands, and cleaning.

Fitness instructors needed a certificate, and Hongjie Fitness Club was a legal shop. It was very famous in Zhengyang City.

Feng Jun was able to get this job because firstly, there was a shortage of young and strong laborers in the market, and secondly, it was because he had a good appearance and a comparatively strong build.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that he needed a certificate to be a fitness coach until he successfully got the job.

It was a piece of sad news.

As a result, a double degree owner ended up being a lackey in a fitness club.

Even though he was a lackey, he still had good luck. During the first three months of his job, several middle-aged and elderly women showed interest in him, but Feng Jun refused because their purpose wasn't so simple.

Most importantly, they were too ugly and smelly to be acceptable.

Some fitness coaches laughed at him for his traditional values. He was a poor postgraduate, but he refused to sell his body for money.

Actually, a graduate with a double degree wasn't the same thing as a postgraduate.

Anyway, Feng Jun was different from his colleagues in Hongjie Fitness Club. He had a low position with a high degree and even kept his pride in the service industry, which actually wasn't encouraged.

Customers disliked his pride, and his colleagues disdained him as well.

One of his colleagues stole his deal away today.

In the morning, four young and beautiful girls walked into the club. They weren't members, and they came to exercise on the spur of the moment. One of them was a tall girl who looked quite stunning.

It was Feng Jun who was in charge of receiving them. In the process, he could earn a commission if he could persuade them to apply for membership.

To be honest, Feng Jun didn't have much confidence in this. The reason was very simple. These girls were obviously college students because there weren't any academies around.

In addition, students were young and energetic without the need for a long-term exercise program. Besides, most of them didn't have much money in their pockets, so very few were willing to spend money on it.

Nevertheless, such an unprofitable deal was still grabbed away from Feng Jun by Liu Shuming, who was the coach in charge of bodybuilding.

When Coach Liu stepped forward, he made a fly-driving action at Feng Jun. "You can go now. I can handle it."

Feng Jun was quite uncomfortable about this, not only because he could lose the commission, but also because of Liu Shuming's attitude. He didn't even give him a glance when he chased him away!

However, he couldn't say anything about it. In a fitness club, a fitness coach was in a higher position than a lackey.

Unfortunately, something went wrong, and Coach Liu was beaten by the four girls.

As a fitness coach, Liu Shuming had a toned body and exaggerated muscles, and his fighting capacity was outstanding too.

However, two of the four girls were excellent at fighting, so he still failed.

It was reported to their manager later on. The four girls said that they simply came to relax and didn't need a coach, but Liu Shuming interrupted them and even sexually touched them, which annoyed them.

Coach Liu explained that he just wanted to help them and try to persuade them to join their club through enthusiastic service.

Manager Guo first apologized to the girls, and he didn't charge them for today's bill. When the girls left, she began to hold someone accountable.

Strangely, she blamed it on the wrong person.

"Feng Jun, since you were in charge of the reception, why didn't you follow up? The girls just said that they didn't need a coach!"

Coach Liu also gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Jun. "If you had done your job well, it wouldn't have happened!"

Feng Jun decided to retain his dignity and refused to take the unreasonable blame. "I didn't beg Coach Liu to steal my deal. He chased me away!"

"Mind your attitude and tone!" Manager Guo raised her voice. "Don't forget I'm your leader."

Feng Jun turned around and walked outside. "I don't feel comfortable, and I need to go home now."

He made up his mind to leave this shitty place.

After that, he bought a carton of beer to drink in his dorm and thought about what he should do next.

Although Zhengyang City was a quasi-provincial city, it wasn't easy to find a job here. Jobs with low pay like waiters and porters were easier to find, but it was really difficult to find a job that suited someone like him who had a double degree.

He used to spend more than half a month in Zhengyang City where he failed to find a suitable job; otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to work in a fitness club.

He could return to his hometown, which wasn't a bad choice. His parents had a small business there and had some connections. It wouldn't be difficult for them to find a good job for him. If it didn't work out, he could take over his family's small business.

However, Feng Jun had a double degree from a prestigious university. He was reluctant to go back to his hometown and leave a big city like a loser, which was humiliating in his eyes.

He gazed out of the window, wondering whether he should resign now or wait until he was paid.

Over the past two years, he hadn't saved much money. Even with the amount of money that his parents gave him while he was finding a job, he only had slightly over ten thousand yuan in his bank card now. He couldn't even afford a smartphone now.

All of a sudden, big raindrops outside the window fell and hit the window heavily, making loud noises.

The bolts of lightning were also getting brighter, and the thunder seemed to be endless.

Feng Jun drank up the remaining alcohol from the bottle of liquor that was left in his dorm, as well as another seven or eight bottles of beer. He wanted to call a friend, so he picked up his old phone, but he found that only 3% of the phone power was left.

He charged his phone. However, he soon lay down on the bed and fell asleep himself.

Before he went to bed, he didn't forget to hold his phone tight in his hand. In a low-level employee dorm, it was normal to lose things, and he had lost money more than once.

Poor people lived a hard life.

He didn't know how long he had stayed in his dream, but a flash of lightning suddenly lit up outside the window. At the same time, an arc followed the charger's wire and rushed toward his old phone.

Feng Jun was awakened by a thunderstorm. The thunder seemed to break by his ears, and he sat up in fear at once.

He was scared and looked around. He then found a crack in the center of the window. "No way, is the thunder less than three hundred meters away?"

After that, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down. He was still holding his old phone in his hand, but the charging cable suddenly became black.

He sniffed and smelled burnt rubber in the air.

Before he could even respond to it, there was a cry coming from the room next door.

"F*ck, the TV is smoking. The thunder is too strong!"

"Is there no lightning rod in this building?"

Feng Jun's dorm was located in a four-story tube building. Although it was old, it also had a lightning rod.

Unfortunately, the thunder was too strong and too close. A lightning rod wasn't omnipotent, and the thunder had damaged at least 50 TVs, nearly 100 wired phones, and routers around the tube building.

Feng Jun wasn't very interested in the loss of the place where he lived. He only cared about his phone.

Although his old phone wasn't modern, it was still very convenient to make calls. Most importantly, there was the information of his contacts in it.

He pressed the home button at the center of the bottom edge of his phone and found that the phone worked as slowly as usual.

He thought that he probably should make a call to test whether it was still useful, but when he glanced at the screen of his phone, he was surprised to learn that it was already 8 pm.

He had slept for nearly two hours!

It wasn't very strange actually, because it was almost 6 pm when he went to bed.

However, he didn't understand why his phone was already fully charged.