Wang Jun shook his head and said directly without answering Sun Buwu's question:

"Thoughts are enlightened, people's wisdom sprouts, and a spark that can start a prairie fire is born. This is actually a difficult problem, but there are traces to follow."

"Who in the Federation is not oppressed by the plutocrats? If you have suffered for too long, you will inevitably disguise yourself with numbness and indifference. However, no one is born with stone, and everyone's heart is made of flesh. Pretending is just a disguise after all.

It’s just the external environment that forces them to be numb and indifferent.”

"Pretend for too long and it becomes true. The numbness and indifference I saw that day definitely didn't seem like a fake." Sun Buwu's tone softened, but he still stuck to his opinion.

Wang Jun said: "So it is even more important to enlighten our minds. Thoughts are the most active things in our brains. When a steady stream of new ideas are hidden in new cultural works and imported into people's minds, they will subtly affect their values.

."

"This kind of influence is difficult to eliminate through external pressure, because the chaebols do not have the ability to take care of all human beings around the world, let alone monitor what is going on in people's minds all the time."

"Imagine that every time in the dead of night, the lonely soul will bear the torture buried deep in the heart. This is the case for one person and for everyone. Over time, the fire of resistance will take root and sprout, once again burning the soul that has been numb for a long time.

"

Sun Buwu was stunned, as if he could no longer find any logic to refute Wang Jun.

From his perspective, what Wang Jun said is possible, or in other words, he is willing to see such a world.

However, Sun Buwu was a habitual pessimist and found possible obstacles to realizing his ideals from another angle, saying:

"If you want to enlighten people's minds, you need to release various cultural products, but chaebols are not stupid. They control the right to speak and can easily unite with the media to block it."

When he started thinking about countermeasures, his attitude changed... Wang Jun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Of course you have to use a moderate disguise."

"How to disguise?" Sun Buwu stared at Wang Jun with burning eyes.

At this time, Li Xuanchen interrupted without thinking: "What's so difficult about this? I already know how to do it."

Sun Buwu turned his head slightly, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Tell me about it." Wang Jun gave an encouraging look.

Looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, Li Xuanchen smiled mischievously.

"Simple, what do people like most nowadays? Of course, virtual reality-like games, immersive experiential movies..."

Sun Buwu shook his head, "Nonsense, those things are just a way for the chaebol to control the people."

"It's not nonsense, but I don't understand." Li Xuanchen scratched his head and looked at Wang Jun for help.

Wang Jun explained for Li Xuanchen’s lack of cleverness:

"The nine major chaebols control the media and entertainment, control the truth and falsehood of news information, and only show people the information that the chaebols want to expose to people. But now is not the past era, when only newspapers and magazines can be published. In today's society

The Internet is extremely developed, and the huge amount of information in it exceeds the limits of the chaebol’s ability to monitor and supervise.”

"The chaebol wants to entertain people to death, but we can hide new ideas and new culture in entertainment. When the works we create are excellent enough and can bring huge benefits to the chaebol, will the chaebol still be willing to block excellent works?"

"The nine major chaebols are not of the same mind. In order to pursue profits, they may bite the dog and bite the dog."

"Even if they take ten thousand steps back and they really give up their interests, we still have an infinite depth and breadth of the online world to retreat to. Every forum, every game community, and every chat group can be our promotion area, and there will definitely be people in it.

Potential targets are stimulated."

Sun Buwu's thatched cottage suddenly opened, "It's a good idea, we must implement it as soon as possible."

Stomping his feet on the ground and twisting his body, he was about to leave in a hurry.

Wang Jun stopped Sun Buwu and said, "Brother Ye is not an ordinary person. He has already thought of everything we can think of."

After a slight pause in his steps, Sun Buwu turned around and said, "Just in case, it's not an exaggeration for me to say it again."

Black Front Alley is not just Black Front Alley. The Red Flag organization hidden behind it can make all the major chaebols afraid, so there will definitely be many people, each with their own merits. Sure enough, Sun Buwu's knot in his heart was finally solved.

He was also ridiculed by his grandfather for worrying about things.

Sun Buwu never thought that the matter that he felt depressed in his heart had actually been solved long ago.

However, he was neither angry nor annoyed. He felt as if a big stone had been lifted from his mind, and his whole person became more energetic, truly like a young man under 30 years old.

On the other side, Wang Jun did not wait for the second wave of assassinations, and the dark ninjas of the Kobe family seemed to have turned into turtles.

One day, two days, three days...

After more than ten days of calm, Wang Jun did a few things.

First, through the Dark Fire Network, I purchased the extraordinary materials used to break through the bottleneck. Except for the most expensive mimic ice crystal, I got all the other materials.

Qiangwei provided certain discounts and did not charge any intermediary fees, thus saving Wang Jun some expenses in disguise.

After rounding up, Wang Jun still had 4,000 Dark Fire Marks left in his hand.

Second, help Zhao Changqing clear his mind and heal the pain of evolution.

There are still four courses of treatment in total, and the first course of treatment has been temporarily completed.

The Zhao family is worthy of being the local emperor of City No. 36. They are arrogant and have no shortage of money. The new 10,000 Dark Fire Marks were received on the spot.

Third, Wang Jun and Ye Su paired up and conducted combat training in the balance room. Occasionally, Sun Buwu and Li Xuanchen would also join in.

During the process, Wang Jun discovered that although fighting and fighting were in place, regarding the use of extraordinary power, his application method was as crude as that of primitive people.

With three things and three different harvests, Wang Jun was quite satisfied, but there was still no movement at the Kobe family, which made people suspicious.

He didn't believe that the Kobe family had suffered a secret loss and would keep swallowing their anger. They were probably planning something, like the calm before the storm.

In line with the mentality of "everything will go straight when it reaches the bridge", Wang Jun concentrated on improving his own strength. At the same time, he asked Qi to help collect the trends in Kobe Fengshan.

…………

A few days ago, Lin family, hacker internal chat group.

Mr. Liu Yun: "The plan to chase Tissot failed. Dozens of hacker masters surrounded it but failed to find a trace. We should be ashamed of this failure."

A member said: "The opponent is Tissot. He has never failed. It's normal that we can't find him."

Another member: "That's right, 51 people are fighting against 1 person, and they can't even find the virtual server set up by others. It can't be said to be a failure. This is simply an absolute gap in technology."

Another member: "Wherever there is the Internet, Tissot is the god. How can humans and gods compete? Let me tell you, the initial goal was wrong. Some people overestimated themselves and dragged our entire team in front of the owner.

Boast about Haikou."

Mr. Liu Yun directly sent out the kaomoji expression: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Followed by text: "If you weren't incompetent and didn't even have the ability to integrate, it wouldn't be difficult to track his specific address."

As soon as this sentence came out, it directly ignited the rebellion in the group.

"Tsk! Stop bragging and think about how to deal with the family head's doubts."

"Who should be blamed for not having the ability to integrate? It's not our leader's fault. He doesn't show up every day. How should we cooperate?"

"That's the truth. With the highest salary, I haven't even lost my face."

"Hehehehe, there is such a hands-off shopkeeper in the stall, no one else will be able to do it."

"Let's go and give Mr. Lin a good talk and let him see who is incompetent?!"

The messages in the group seemed to be flushed, one after another.

Some members made one or two sentences, while others made a lot of weird comments.

In less than two minutes, the number of group messages has reached 99.

Qi lurks in the Internet and has been snooping silently. Seeing so many human beings quarreling because of itself, its heart is filled with an inexplicable sense of vanity.

That is quite satisfying!!!

If someone could see its face at this moment, they would find a greasy, maniacal smile on this panda cub's face.

"Hehehehe...this is the strength of Uncle Qi!"

It was proud of itself, but it never forgot its goal - to find the real address of the guy named Mr. Liu Yun.

The crackling sound of keyboard typing resounded through the online virtual space. Qi was wearing a pair of cat-ear headphones, imitating the hacker in the movie and TV scene.

The two claws danced so fast that it was almost unclear what it was pressing. In fact, this guy was just clicking randomly.

It invades the network and queries data, which is just a thought.

"I want to find you, find you, oh oh ho! I want to find, find you, oh oh ho..."

Qi was humming a weird self-composed song while swinging her two stubby hind legs.

City No. 18, a high-end apartment.

The handsome young man raised his head and stared at the ceiling quietly.

stamp!!!

He held a nail in his hand and slapped it hard without mercy.

The nail was driven into the middle of the forearm, going in from the top and coming out from the bottom. The length of the nail was more than ten centimeters, not very thick, just slightly thicker than a toothpick.

The penetrating injury perfectly avoided the two arm bones of the forearm, leaving no serious sequelae.

Drops of blood spread on the surface of his arm. He dropped his left arm casually, savoring the pain in his body nonchalantly.

"It failed. This is the first failure in my life," the young man exhaled. "Very good. I have long felt that this world is meaningless and everyone is the same fool."
To be continued...