Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1152 - 585: The Start of School

Chapter 1152: Chapter 585: The Start of School

"Drink up, drink up!" Lin Baoguo, holding his cup, had a face so red it looked almost black, and kept urging relentlessly.

"I really can’t take any more, if you want to drink, why can’t you drink with Xiao Fei?" Old Pan declined, conveniently pushing Yan Fei into the spotlight.

"I’m not drinking with him!" Watching Lin Baoguo drunken and barely coherent, yet still aware enough to remember there was someone at the table he couldn’t afford to provoke, it was clear just how deep-seated Boss Yan’s reputation as a deity of drink was. "He’s just a wine vat, a barrel... Drinking with him is no fun..."

Yan Fei just chuckled to himself at the side without saying a word.

The phrase "able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk," when used on others, is a hyperbolic expression. But applied to him, it’s the plain truth. Now, anyone in the village who drinks with him would just say, "I’ll finish mine, you do as you please."

This isn’t out of politeness—it’s really letting him do as he pleases. Drink if he wants, no worries if he doesn’t; just clinking cups to show the intent is enough—facing such a person at the table is like encountering an unsolvable, godlike presence. Who would be so brainless as to compete with him in drinking?

But on the other hand, it’s also reassuring to have such an acquaintance around at the table, at least you don’t have to worry about everyone being drunk with no one taking care.

Old Pan was aware of Lin Baoguo’s condition and didn’t urge him further, just kept him company, drinking slowly, occasionally taking the opportunity when Lin Baoguo wasn’t looking to pour the liquor from his cup into a larger cup beside him—anyway, Yan Fei just watched with a smile, saying nothing, while Lin Baoguo’s eyes were blurry from the wine.

For others, promotion is a happy occasion, a reason for joy!

But for Lin Baoguo, since the moment he heard the news, his feelings had been quite complicated.

Firstly, he knew his own abilities. Although his work experience wasn’t short, he had always been in a small town and had never cracked any major cases. Even though he was a chief, he definitely couldn’t be considered experienced, especially compared to some of the veteran detectives in the city or county level, he was still too green.

Secondly, there’s the common joke that the three essentials of a good job are: good pay, light work, and a short commute. Lin Baoguo had grown used to life in Sancha River Township. He wasn’t a particularly ambitious man—he was quite content with his life there. Though a high salary was certainly out of the question—his wages weren’t even as high as his wife’s monthly earnings.

But at least he had the other two benefits, and his job was comfortable—currently, the village morale was high, everyone had hope and unity, striving towards wealth and a better standard of living, there was less crime, and the militia was well-organized. His job as chief was genuinely easy.

Thirdly, no matter where he was transferred to, his wife couldn’t possibly follow him immediately. Moreover, their child was still young, and he really couldn’t bear to leave.

As the drinking continued, Lin Baoguo, with eyes already red-rimmed, started complaining to Yan Fei, "It’s all your fault. Why did you have to get me to take credit for your work? Now look what’s happened; all this leading has led me away. Once I’m somewhere else, it won’t be this relaxed..."

Yan Fei remained silent, satiated from eating and drinking, and casually picked up a book from the side to flip through it.

The three were at Old Pan’s house, and what books could Old Pan have? The one Yan Fei carelessly picked up was a Militia Training Manual, much older than he was.

After flipping through a few uninteresting pages, he picked up another book—it turned out to be a health secret manual. That might be worth reading, not that he needed it, but the elders at home could use it.

Drinking silently meant that the liquor went down fast. Before long, Lin Baoguo was carried by Yan Fei and Old Pan and dumped onto the sofa. That’s when Old Pan found the chance to talk to Yan Fei, "With the new director coming, whether or not he’s to your liking, we’ll handle it as we always have. If the new director turns out to be someone who likes to be in control, we can probably worry a little less."

"Your Uncle Baoguo is now burdened with your aunt and cousin. Sooner or later, he’ll realize how lucky he is to receive a promotion so quickly while being so young and having been in the chief’s position for only a few days. Don’t take whatever he says to heart..."

Yan Fei rolled his eyes, "As if I could be like him!"

To their surprise, Director Lin, who was starting to talk nonsense at the side, actually heard them and muttered, "I... I’m not like you..."

Watching Chief Lin like this, they couldn’t help but find it both sad and funny.

When sending Chief Lin home, Xiang Rui didn’t quite know what to say about this favored nephew—her husband’s promotion was, for the most part, thanks to this nephew, which was a good thing; yet she also recognized her current busyness, her inability to leave, was also because of this nephew.

And the thought of following Lin Baoguo to become a full-time housewife? Deep down, she knew that kind of life would bore her after a while.

How good it was to have a job now. Busy, yes, but not only was their family’s life better, it also gave her a considerable sense of achievement—just a graduate from a technical secondary school, she now managed the finances of a company with annual production values in the millions. Even her relatives at her Mother’s Family had benefited a lot, gaining face within the village as well as other perks. She didn’t have to worry about her elderly parents at home; there were plenty willing to help in the village, so there was no fear of any work going undone.

These were all subtle changes in life that went unnoticed during her busy routine. Now that Lin Baoguo was about to transfer, she found herself thinking more about it. For a time, her attitude towards Boss Yan, her boss, improved by quite a bit.