Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1161 - 588: Gained a Nickname

Chapter 1161: Chapter 588: Gained a Nickname

A few unidentified birds flew around in the air before settling on the tree, chirping and frolicking loudly.

Provincial City’s development still lags far behind the southern cities. However, being less developed isn’t necessarily a bad thing; at least in the city, you can still see birds and smell the flowers.

Even in the city center, there are quite a few older neighborhoods, including some long-established schools, with lush trees everywhere, especially the plane trees, which are so big that one person can’t wrap their arms around them.

This type of greenery not only makes it comfortable and pleasant to look at, but also gives one a sense of the city’s rich historical depth.

Of course, seeing birds often is also considered a perk, though due to their ubiquity, most people have yet to realize how precious this really is.

Yan Fei’s courtyard, because it has several trees and is situated in a secluded location—just a few hundred meters away from the busy area—feels like a small paradise.

The key feature is that it’s just across the street from the zoo, where one can hear the tigers roaring and the eagles crying, adding a wild charm to the atmosphere.

Some people appreciate the concept of "peace within chaos," and Yan Fei’s courtyard undoubtedly achieves this.

The two returned home and immediately forgot about their earlier incident, busy tidying up the house. The girl even turned on the computer, clicked the mouse a few times, and melodious music began to play from the speakers.

Then the girl sighed with relief, "The internet speed here is good, downloading songs is so convenient. I can listen to whatever I want!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Fei knew she was talking about the internet speed at Sancha River!

Speaking of that, the internet speed was truly tragic.

Initially complaining about the slow network in Provincial City, Yan Fei was not fond of computers. It wasn’t until he experienced the connectivity in Sancha River Township that he realized he had been ’blissfully unaware of his bliss’.

When he first connected to the internet there, Yan Fei thought there was a problem with the network and nearly called to scold the post office—opening a webpage took ages, not to mention, once it finally loaded, the images were blank, and the text was all distorted.

With that internet speed, one was lucky to read the news; listening to music was sporadic, let alone downloading anything. Fortunately, the person who installed the computer was honest and had pre-installed essential software for him, even providing a few pirated discs that included numerous handy tools.

In fact, even for reading news, he had to open several links at once and leave them to load slowly before gradually reading them one by one. But he couldn’t open too many at once, because if he did, the computer ran slower than Old Niu pulling a broken cart.

If he wanted to save a small document, he could click save and then go out for a smoke and a rest—it wouldn’t be enough to smoke just one cigarette; he would need half a pack.

In short, that internet speed was so slow it made him question life and wonder if the telephone lines were counterfeit, perhaps even made of the yarn a young girl would use to knit a scarf for her lover.

But nowadays, that was the situation: dial-up internet that took ages to connect with frequent strikes—you had to endure it whether you liked it or not—and the darn service was still incredibly expensive. It wasn’t just costly, but without Yan Fei’s significant influence, internet access might not have been set up even by the end of summer break.

Having experienced the internet speed of Sancha River Township, he then understood how ’fast’ the internet in Provincial City really was. The two listened to music and busied themselves until Wang Jiuming called them, prompting them to tidy up a bit before driving to the location that Wang Jiuming had mentioned for the gathering.

Wang Jiuming was at the hotel entrance, talking with a few people. Seeing Yan Fei arrive, he smiled and said to those around him, "Here is our junior fellow, Yan Fei!"

Then Yan Fei was whisked away by Wang Jiuming, who introduced him to everyone, "This is Senior Brother Yang, this is Senior Sister Chen, this is..."

And it didn’t stop there, more people arrived in groups, all of them senior brothers or sisters.

Once they all entered the room, Yan Fei was even more shocked: turns out they had booked a small hall in the hotel, with four large tables already nearly filled.

With even more people entering, the room was packed with senior brothers and sisters.

Just as Wang Jiuming was about to continue introducing Yan Fei, someone stood up and pointed at him, exclaiming, "Isn’t this... the guy with the Mercedes Benz S600 who was towing at the intersection near Agricultural University this afternoon?"

The guy with the Mercedes Benz S600?

Yan Fei couldn’t help but laugh and cry, knowing that he had many nicknames, such as Fool, Confused Yan, Yan Sanfen, but he didn’t expect that before he fully recognized his new senior brothers, he already had a new nickname—fortunate that he drove a Mercedes Benz S600, and not a tricycle modified by a small workshop in Tanghe County, which would have been called Wild Donkey...

With that senior brother’s comment, everyone became curious, so he began vividly recounting the afternoon’s events.

Suddenly, Yan Fei was firmly branded with the new title of ’the guy with the Mercedes Benz S600’.

This is what a classmates’ gathering is all about; everyone familiar and relaxed, leading Wang Jiuming, with someone bringing up Yan Fei, to seize the moment and introduce him in more detail, "Our junior brother may look young, but the things he does are far from trivial. The cattle he raises..."