Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1237 - 615: Can Money Buy Happiness?

Chapter 1237: Chapter 615: Can Money Buy Happiness?

It is said that some people later jokingly referred to the incident that occurred in Aipao City, Japan, as "the Crying Night of the Laboratories."

Others say it would be more fitting to call it the "Night of Madness."

How mad was it?

In just one night, more than a dozen laboratories were cleaned out, and over a hundred people went missing. Isn’t that mad enough?

The craziest part was about the last two labs that were emptied out. By then, the local officials had already heightened their vigilance. Not only were patrol officers arranged around the area, but there were also quite a few security personnel inside—regrettably, this also led to the sharp increase in the number of missing persons, which reached over a hundred.

Yet, in such a crazy case, no clues were found at all—if not for the broken doors and windows in some laboratories, there wouldn’t have been any trace at all.

In an era where the internet had gradually begun to spread, the speed of information transmission was significantly fast. For a time, rumors of aliens and alien technology once again stirred up a craze, amusing many. As for how many countries entered a state of covert alert because of this, that’s unknown.

However, the person behind all this was stretching and walking out of a room in a rural cattle farm, looking drowsy, didn’t even wash his face before hopping onto his motorcycle, and declared with great vigor, "I’m off to school!"

At the entrance of the cafeteria, a group of diners couldn’t help but remark, "The boss is really getting more ambitious. He used to not care about school, but now he goes whenever he has the chance. I bet he’ll definitely make it to university..."

"Exactly!" Xiaosong’s voice was particularly loud. "For Brother Fei, getting into a university is no big deal. You guys have no idea what Brother Fei is capable of, but I knew it all along. Just you wait, by this time next year, Brother Fei will already be on campus, chatting up those city girls..."

"I’m going to write that last sentence down," Old Ou said solemnly, actually pulling out paper and pen—this was the influence of a role model. Yan Fei always casually took out pen and paper to jot things down, and now everyone was used to carrying these items, not only for supervising work but also for studying during their free time. "With that sentence, how many meals would be a fair trade?"

"Pah, you scoundrel!" Xiaosong was very annoyed. "Go tell Brother Fei if you dare; I don’t believe he would even care about something I said offhand!"

"Who do you take me for, someone who causes trouble for Brother Fei?" Old Ou chuckled. "I’ll wait for Sister Fei to come back and tell her!"

"You’re ruthless..." Xiaosong was stunned for a moment, then managed to squeeze out a sentence through clenched teeth. "For lunch and dinner, I’ll go get your meals. Just two meals, say anything more, and I don’t care!"

If you have the gall to say you’re not afraid, why not be even braver and not talk about fetching meals for someone, huh?

Everyone just laughed openly, not bothering to expose him.

Old Ou happily nodded, "Alright, two meals it is. Remember to get less meat for me; my appetite hasn’t been great these days!"

In other factories and enterprises, when people joked and made bets, they usually said someone would treat them to a meal. But at the cattle farm, it was different; though they couldn’t boast that the meals here were better than those in restaurants every time, after eating here every day, really no one wanted to dine out. The vegetables and radishes were the finest brought in by the villagers, they never ran short of beef and eggs, and with a professional chef, how could the food be bad?

So people like Old Ou could only "extort" Xiaosong into fetching him two meals.

They chatted and laughed, and soon those who ate quickly began to clean up their bowls and chopsticks, ready to rush off to start their work. Just then, Lin Haihu, rubbing his eyes, came out of a room, "Brother Heizi, is there still food?"

Heizi casually replied, "Are you worried there won’t be enough food for you?"

He was right, could the chef not save food for someone else, and not for his own grandson?

But just after saying that, Heizi came to his senses, "You brat, why aren’t you going to school? Brother Fei just had breakfast and went to class, why don’t you learn something from him?"

"Huh?" Lin Haihu was taken aback. "Today’s Sunday? Or a big Sunday, no classes for Third Year of High School?"

"..." Heizi opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and said nothing.

The others were discussing, "Another week has gone by, time flies. No wonder I heard Old Gong and Sister Yumei muttering something about it not being Sunday again last night..."

"Oh no..." Finally, someone realized. "When Brother Fei went to school, nobody reminded him! Huzi, you had your big Sunday, why didn’t I see you yesterday?"

Nowadays, in First High School, a "big Sunday" meant having a day and a half off, meaning classes were held on Saturday morning, but they had the afternoon off, starting the weekend. As for the big Sunday that Lin Haihu mentioned, that’s when the whole school could take Sunday off. Usually, the First and Second Year of High School had a Sunday off, while the Third Year had to wait a month for one.

"I went to play at the Ginkgo Tree with my classmates yesterday afternoon, and I didn’t have dinner with you guys when I came back." Was Lin Haihu the kind of person who didn’t argue when unjustly accused? Clearly not. "It’s you guys who are always busy like there’s no tomorrow, not even knowing what day of the week it is. I wonder what keeps you so busy? Hmph..."

In the farm, apart from Old Gong and Lin Yumei who had children in school, others who worked there really didn’t pay much attention to the days of the week. Think about it, they didn’t observe weekends; if someone had something to do, they’d just let someone know and take off for a couple of days. If not, they’d just work. Why bother remembering Sundays? They’d rather remember when to butcher the cattle; that was more useful.