Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1133 - 579 Level 2 Warrior_2

Chapter 1133: Chapter 579 Level 2 Warrior_2

"We common folks just like it this way, don’t we? If he’d come in all high and mighty, who would want to deal with that?"

Yan Fei, of course, had no idea his no-nonsense attitude had earned him some praise. He drove his small car straight to the fertilizer plant’s family members’ yard.

He arrived just as work was ending. As soon as his car entered, a crowd of mostly young people swarmed around him.

In fact, it wasn’t their first time seeing a car, but these people still felt compelled to check it out twice — although they might never get a chance to own one in their lifetime, at least they had seen one, right?

Greeting these people, Yan Fei was practically pushed into his home by their enthusiasm.

Once inside, he mentioned why he came, and Yan Wenhai was excited right away. He slapped his thigh and headed out, "I thought you were just talking when you said college before. I was afraid you were getting too caught up in your business to think about school! This is great news. Let’s go, let’s talk to your Uncle Chen about it."

Lin Xiumei called from behind, "You’re going to see a friend for dinner, and you’re going empty-handed?

Xiaochao also ran after him, "Brother, I’m coming too..."

Yan Fei turned around with a big grin, "There’s plenty in the car, take anything. Xiaochao, you stay home. I’ll take you out for a spin in the car tomorrow!"

Behind him, Lin Xiumei held back Xiaochao, while Yan Fei quickly dashed out, drove the car, and took his father straight to the Education Bureau’s family yard.

There, Yanfei’s father carried the Braised Meat they bought on the way while Yan Fei carried a few bottles of alcohol and knocked on a door — very easy to find, as Old Chen’s place was on the first floor with a dog house underneath the window, housing a big wolf dog panting, which Yan Fei had given him before.

Old Chen opened the door and was immediately cheerful, "Come on in, come on in. I was just worrying about having these dishes without anyone to share a drink. You and your dad showing up is perfect!"

Yanfei’s father and Old Chen were old classmates, which was why Old Chen had bluntly asked Yan Fei for a puppy before. Thus, they didn’t stand on ceremony and started eating and drinking as soon as they sat down at the table.

Over the meal, Yanfei’s father brought up Yan Fei’s business, and Old Chen thought it over then said to Yan Fei, "I know you make money, and that’s a skill, but that doesn’t add points on the college entrance exam. I’m not sure what specialties you have. Why don’t you first tell me what area you’d like to try, and I’ll see if it’s feasible?"

Yan Fei had many specialties. He could do the seventy-two changes. But, of course, he couldn’t mention that. He had to mention his least notable specialty, "It’s sports. I’ve practiced martial arts with my grandfather since I was young. When I started the cattle farm, I earned my money by chasing rabbits and catching wild chickens with my legs. To put it modestly, I’m good at any sports."

Old Chen burst into laughter. Others usually claimed to be modest, but here he was, actually being modest, "So, you’re saying you really excel at sports?"

Yan Fei nodded, "Here’s the thing, Uncle Chen, I can’t find anyone who can jump higher, run faster, or is stronger than me. You know about the tiger I keep, right? I handle it as if it were a cat. Just tell me about any sports that could give extra points for college; I’ll apply for all of them... I think the maximum extra points you can get is twenty, right?"

Old Chen suddenly felt reassured. It’s not bad to use connections as long as you aren’t just a façade. If he had been one of those bad investments—one you could feed and it still wouldn’t thrive—that would be impossible to push through, but Yan Fei truly had strengths and specialties, so it was not really pulling strings.

"If anything works for you, then I need to think about it," Old Chen said, lifting his glass. "Come on, Old Yan, let’s have a drink first. As long as what he just said is true, this matter is no problem at all. Let’s not delay our drinking."

After a sip of wine and a few bites of food, Old Chen said to Yan Fei, "Would it be okay if I pick something difficult for you?"

Yan Fei was startled but then laughed, "Sure, anything’s fine. Uncle Chen, just say it. I’d even run a marathon."

Old Chen also laughed, "That won’t be necessary. I was thinking of letting you try something less common. Have you heard of a second-level Warrior?"

Yan Fei shook his head, "I’ve only roughly looked into the policies for extra points. I’m not very clear on the specifics, let alone this niche thing you’re mentioning."

"It’s like a second-level athlete. You can earn points either by placing in a competition or by passing an exam. Either way, you get those twenty points," explained Old Chen.

Yanfei’s father was not happy at the side, "Now, Old Chen, aren’t you making this too difficult for the kid? Just find something easy, why make it complicated?"

Old Chen wasn’t rushed and explained, "What is the college entrance exam? It’s like when thousands of soldiers try to cross a single log bridge—we’ve been through it. With Xiaofei’s capabilities, if he can handle something tougher, let him do it and not compete with other kids for the easier slots."

"Old Lin, remember our time during the exams? Not to mention other things, did the two of us together weigh two hundred pounds then? Even though the difficulty of the college entrance exam has decreased a bit, you know the situation well. Do you think it makes sense for Xiaofei, who eats beef every day and runs a big business, to compete with kids who eat buns and Salted Vegetables and still have to stay up late studying?"

Yanfei’s father’s brows immediately knitted together in a look that said more than words could...

Seeing him like that, Old Chen immediately laughed and said to Yan Fei, "Xiaofei probably doesn’t know, right? Back in school, we lived on buns and noodle soup, cabbage and radishes. Having Salted Vegetables was like finding gold. Some of the buns weren’t even made of wheat flour. Your dad was as skinny as a rake, pining for meat like crazy."