Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1391 - 676: Miner - The Late Call_3

Chapter 1391: Chapter 676: Miner - The Late Call_3

Finding two large baskets, Yan Fei began his career as a miner, wielding his tools. He worked tirelessly through most of the night and, when dawn was almost breaking, he brought over the last two baskets of gold ore. He then instructed the awaiting laborers, "Try refining this ore. If you’re lacking anything, make a list for me, and I’ll prepare it for you."

After finishing his instructions, he hastily returned to the cattle farm. It had been a long time since he had exerted so much physical effort, and he had completely lost track of time—today was the Yellow Cattle festival!

The same group as yesterday gathered, but today, Boss Yan’s car door bore several conspicuous new scratches.

Today, formalities weren’t necessary. As soon as it was time, the dragon and lion dances began along with the bullfights in turns, the scene as explosively popular as before.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the final bullfight. Since the day was still young, a few of the judges started discussing amongst themselves, with Old Liu being the first to suggest, "Let’s bet on this one, same old rules. This time it’s fair game—who wants in?"

Chairman Dong chuckled, "You should sit this one out today. After your bet with Boss Yan yesterday, you should give us a chance to try. I’ll place a bet today—I bet the lighter colored one will win, that’s number twenty-six, who’s betting against me?"

Someone immediately took up the challenge, "I’m in, I’m in. I think number thirty, being darker, looks more robust and has a higher chance of winning."

"Perfect, we’re not conflicting then," Old Dong said with a laugh.

It was all in good fun; winning or losing didn’t really matter.

Seeing the two seize their chances, the others picked sides and began to enthusiastically assess and cheer on their chosen bulls.

"Haha, I’m winning, Xiao Liu, you better get ready to treat!" The difference between the two bulls was apparent, and the outcome was quickly decided. The darker bull soon lost its fighting spirit and no longer pushed forward but was simply nudged into retreat by the other.

"Treat it is, we can’t make it to the city now, let’s go eat in Tanghe County," Xiao Liu chuckled. "It’ll save me some money... Look, look, my bull is rallying..."

And sure enough, the bull that had been retreating, not looking to fight any longer, suddenly launched a counterattack as it had no room left to retreat.

The previously dominating bull was caught off guard and took a harsh blow. Unable to withstand the opponent any longer, it was pushed into a frantic retreat and then, seizing the moment when their paths diverged, turned tail and ran.

Old Dong, with a glum look on his face, said, "Looks like it’s my turn to treat... oh no..."

The fleeing bull had only run a few steps before trying to counterattack, but it was once again struck by the pursuing bull. Darting and jumping, it broke through the encircling barrier of people.

Watching the bull dash haphazardly in their direction, Old Dong quickly shouted, "Watch out, if it breaks through the barrier, we’re in trouble..."

Old Liu laughed, "What’s the panic? With Younger Brother Yan here, even if it charges at us, I bet Yan would push it back. He managed to hold up that huge flowerpot last night, so this should be no problem, right? Once it comes out, we’ll catch it... there you go, Younger Brother Yan, you’re too mighty. Just by standing up you’ve scared it into turning away, not even giving you a chance to show your strength..."

Yan Fei also smiled, "Let’s go, let’s go have a meal. I’m not a bull, how could I wrestle with one!"

Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. Picking it up, he heard an unfamiliar voice, "Hello, may I speak with Boss Yan?"

Once Yan Fei confirmed his identity, the voice on the line became enthusiastic, "Hello, hello, Boss Yan, nice to meet you. I’m Zeng Zhaokun. Last night, at the Daqing Mountain Gate, my son had an unpleasant encounter with Boss Yan..."

Yan Fei slightly pulled the phone away from his ear and spoke with an impassive face, "Boss Zeng, you’re mistaken. Last night’s incident wasn’t about me having an unpleasant encounter with anyone; my perfectly parked car was smashed up!"

Frankly, Yan Fei was willing to let bygones be bygones as long as those responsible for damaging his car paid for the repairs. But this phone call—honestly, came a bit late, at least later than he had anticipated, so late that it... left him very dissatisfied.