However, it was truly unfortunate that Jason Ford fumbled around on himself for quite a while, yet… couldn’t find where his pockets were.

He looked down and realized he couldn’t even make out what color clothes he was wearing, let alone the style.

He was sure he was wearing clothes, but just didn’t know what exactly. If he hadn’t been looking for cigarettes to smoke, he wouldn’t even have noticed how strange his clothes were.

This feeling was extremely bizarre, but at the same time, it gave a sense that “this is just how it should be.”

Jason Ford let out a heavy sigh. “Looks like I really do exist in the form of data.”

But since this is an adventure, you can’t be too demanding. Looking at the whole world, who else could enter the internet in the form of data?

Glancing around, he sighed heavily again. “Damn… time to harvest again, what a huge field. Next time, I’ll just plant one plot.”

In fact, entering QQ Farm in the form of data was a heavy blow to him. Six hours later, when he appeared in a bathroom stall, he couldn’t help but mutter, “Storage space… so it’s gone now.”

He had already thought it through: if this space could bring in outside items, wouldn’t it be a ready-made storage bag?

In real life, if someone had a storage bag on them, their future days would be way too easy.

He had even calculated: if the storage bag theory held, what kind of supplies should he smuggle in to maximize his own benefit?

Drugs and firearms were out of the question, but if he went to India to buy some generic “Gleevec,” or to a duty-free haven to buy luxury cosmetics, and brought them back through the storage bag, wouldn’t that be a huge profit?

The hateful thing was… this space couldn’t bring in outside items!

Jason Ford sat on the toilet, wallowing in self-pity for a while, then finally found a reason to make himself feel better: I still don’t know enough about this adventure—there must be even bigger surprises waiting for me in the future.

Just as he was pulling himself together and about to open the door, someone started pounding hard on the thin door, and a shout came from outside the stall, “Damn, you’ve been in there forever—aren’t you afraid your guts will fall out?”

Jason Ford got up and opened the door. Seeing David Miller outside, he frowned slightly. “Are you hungry?”

Coach Miller was stunned at first, then flew into a rage, reaching out to grab him. “Kid, are you looking for trouble!”

Jason Ford stared at him coldly, saying nothing. He was already quite annoyed with this guy. If the other party dared to make a move, he definitely wouldn’t mind letting him know why the flowers are so red.

All the employees at Hongjie knew that David Miller wasn’t as strong as Eric Clark, but very few knew that Eric Clark wasn’t a match for Jason Ford.

Jason Ford was about 1.73 meters tall—not very tall, but he was very sturdy, weighing at least 150 jin. At first glance, he looked a bit chubby, but he was actually quite strong and very agile.

In fact, when he graduated from college two years ago, Jason Ford weighed less than 120 jin. During college, he was famous for loving exercise—long-distance running, swimming, fighting, he excelled at all of them.

Unfortunately, in the two years after graduation, he was busy hustling for survival, working hard to earn money for marriage, exhausted every day like a dog, with no time to exercise at all.

For someone used to heavy exercise, once they stop, the fat piles on quickly—that’s just nature.

But he still had a solid foundation, and two years wasn’t enough to completely ruin it.

And after joining Hongjie, although his position was a bit stifling, he did have some spare time to work out, and the equipment was handy. He was gradually regaining his former condition.

David Miller grabbed his collar and yanked hard, but found he couldn’t budge him, so he raised his fist, ready to punch.

However, seeing the other’s fearless expression, he hesitated, then forced a grin and spoke viciously, “You dare insult me? Even Eric Clark can’t blame me for beating you up!”

His words sounded tough, but couldn’t hide his guilty conscience.

Jason Ford rolled his eyes and said coldly, “Let go!”

David Miller instinctively let go. He was just that kind of guy—bullying the weak and fearing the strong, truly contemptible.

Seeing the other walk past him nonchalantly toward the bathroom exit, Coach Miller couldn’t help but spit, “Pah! Daring to call me a shit-eater… kid, just you wait!”

Jason Ford stopped, looked back expressionlessly, and said, “I meant I’m hungry… going to eat.”

After that, he ignored the other’s reaction and walked out on his own.

David Miller was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly, walked into the stall, and slammed the door shut. “Bastard who only knows how to talk big!”

Little did Jason Ford expect to leave such an impression? In fact, after harvesting ten plots, he had once again fallen into that state of extreme hunger.

There was a small cafeteria in the Hongjie club, and employees could have lunch there. But after hesitating for a moment, Jason Ford still went to that hole-in-the-wall restaurant for an extra meal. He had a gut feeling that his appetite today would still be huge.