Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1206 - 603: Once in a Thousand Years_2

Chapter 1206: Chapter 603: Once in a Thousand Years_2

Assistant Meng was stunned for a while, murmuring, "Is this... a mutation?"

"Possibly!" Old Pan nodded importantly. "But... why is it black?"

Isn’t that obvious? Among those present, only Yan Fei knew the details, and without him spilling the beans, the others would never figure out what went wrong!

Yan Fei was almost bursting with laughter, pretending to nod in agreement, "Yes, this must be a genetic mutation in biological terms. Black looks quite good; perhaps the beef is tastier too!"

The old station master was still puzzled, "Strange, I’ve never heard of such a thing!"

Yan Fei didn’t say a word, as Zhang Hui, who was helping with the cow’s delivery, spoke up, "Perhaps, other’s cows have given birth to black calves and thinking them unlucky, simply disposed of them! Didn’t we all get a shock just now?"

"That makes sense!" Mayor Chen, who seldom spoke, couldn’t help but chime in on this unusual occurrence. "Back when scientific awareness wasn’t widespread, there was a lot of superstition in the villages. If a black calf was born, dealing with it quietly wasn’t so strange!"

The crowd became lively then, discussing everything from genetic mutations to the recently popular topic of cloned sheep — they nearly drifted to the idea of alien cows landing on Earth.

As the talk continued, someone mentioned that if this were ancient times, this black calf might have been treated as either a demonic omen or a propitious sign, potentially offered to the emperor, ensuring an official position.

Secretary Niu even commented, "Since Assistant Meng arrived, we’ve had the once-in-a-millennia black calf right here. This is definitely the good fortune Meng brings! If this calf develops into a new breed, we mustn’t forget Assistant Meng’s great contribution!"

With such flattery, no wonder he’s an official!

The others, lacking the skill to flatter so blatantly, grumbled internally, "How could we forget such a great contribution? If this calf indeed becomes a new breed, and the yellow cattle are still called Wan City Yellow Cattle, should the black ones be called Meng Cattle? Secretary Niu’s last name is Meng after all, so that counts as remembering the contributor, right?"

Even Secretary Niu could hardly endure such transparent flattery, laughing as he said, "You can’t say that, you can’t say that. Speaking of which, it’s my honor. It seems coming to Wan City this time will bring me good luck; encountering such a rare event ..."

Everyone was so animated, busily pointing and chattering, watching the newborn calf beginning to stand up and prepare to try walking, creating quite the stir.

The novelty was indeed the main attraction.

Except for The Fifth Young Master Guo, who was entirely unfamiliar with the field, everyone else had some experience interacting with cattle. Even those who didn’t interact with cattle knew one thing for sure: there were no black Wan City Yellow Cattle ...

And soon, another calf that had a difficult birth was also born, still pure Wan City Yellow Cattle without a trace of another color.

Meanwhile, Heizi, while Brother Fei was not paying attention, pulled over Lin Haihu, who was lingering nearby — just as the child from Shanglin Village said, Lin Haihu was now so engrossed in the cattle farm he had no desire to return home even weekly. His parents were there too, so he boldly mucked about there.

Heizi and Lin Haihu whispered together for a while before Lin Haihu ran off, chanting the number he was about to dial, "Hello, is this the newspaper office? I’m looking for Brother Kun; is that you? Ah, I’m from Sancha River, I’ve got a news tip for you! A black calf was born to our yellow cattle, isn’t that newsworthy?"

On the other end of the line, journalist Zhang Kun was quite bewlildered, "Who exactly are you? Are you kidding me when I’m busy? When have you ever seen a yellow cow give birth to a black calf ..."

"You don’t believe me? I’m telling the truth. Who am I? Do you know the Sancha River Cattle Farm? I’m Boss Yan’s cousin, do you know that? I’m here right now, just witnessed the calf’s birth, I swear on a puppy ..." Lin Haihu was getting anxious; this call was not in vain, as the critical part was yet to come.

"I’m giving you a news tip; how much are you planning to pay me? At least two hundred bucks, right? This is a once-in-a-millennium event ..."

Hearing that the caller claimed to be Yan Fei’s cousin, Zhang Kun was startled and quickly checked the phone number: The number seemed familiar, likely from the cattle farm?

With that thought, he hesitantly handled the conversation while rushing to pull out a small telephone book, quickly flipping through it; after finding the number, he breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have remembered right.

So he immediately believed him; this caller must be Yan Fei’s cousin—after all, even if someone at the farm was joking with him, they wouldn’t casually claim to be Yan Fei’s cousin, given the influence Boss Yan wielded in Sancha River whenever Zhang Kun recalled visiting.

On the other end, Lin Haihu was growing impatient waiting and urged, "Well, are you in or out? If you’re in, come with the info fee. I watched this calf being born, from start to finish. Our farm has only yellow cattle, and this one black calf is a once-in-a-millennium ..."

Zhang Kun readily agreed, "Okay, I’m on my way. Oh, by the way, did any high-level leaders inspect your farm today?"

Without any sense of confidentiality, Lin Haihu casually replied, "They just had lunch, and are right now watching the black calf!"