Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1409 - 684: The Ingenious Ideas of Coolie No. 66

Chapter 1409: Chapter 684: The Ingenious Ideas of Coolie No. 66

In the world of dinosaurs, a laborer... clutching something nervously, kept looking around anxiously.

Sometimes, some things just don’t make sense.

For instance, some students in school seem to effortlessly get into great universities; some people are naturally gifted with a great voice and can become singers just by casually shouting a few times; and some have such strong athletic abilities they can casually run and win gold medals...

Yet, some people, no matter how hard they study, cannot achieve good results. Born with a voice that can scare neighbors into calling the police and worse... are those who simply cannot master a foreign language no matter what.

At this moment, the laborer holding something, with a face alternating between trepidation and a resolute expression of burning the boats, was just such a miserable person.

In human societies, being poor at a foreign language might affect one’s life, but it wouldn’t impact it too greatly. However, in this magical dinosaur world, being from Japan but unable to learn the ’foreign language’ demanded by the boss, well, that could be lethal.

It truly was lethal. Because he could not master the foreign language, even though he was a researcher, he was assigned the filthiest, most tiring jobs, ate the worst and least amount of food, and had to endure other people bossing him around and pointing fingers.

Such was his life, and the only reasons he was allowed to stay were his pleading and the help of other laborers interceding on his behalf.

Because, according to the tyrannical Boss Wang’s demand, someone who can’t even speak ’human language’ had to be sent to ’Tianya Website’ — to roam the dangerous primitive world outside, filled with terrifying giant beasts!

No one wanted to go out and roam, so they had to strive desperately. But some people are naturally deficient in certain areas, completely lacking linguistic talent.

Thankfully, a lack of linguistic talent did not mean the person lacked other abilities. At least this laborer felt he had other strengths, so he kept waiting for an opportunity that could change his dire situation.

The opportunity came one night when, after risking his life during the day to collect several specimens and spending half the night cleaning cow dung, he barely laid down on his bed when he was called to handle ores overnight.

Selecting ores wasn’t as dangerous as mining; it was just tiring. But for a laborer who had lived at the Dahe Base for so long, this fatigue was nothing much.

Yet, what he could have never anticipated was how unexpectedly the opportunity would present itself. In a half-dazed state, as he was picking through a pile of ores, he discovered what he now held in his arms.

At that time, he didn’t think about its value, because it wasn’t gold and was useless to him; it merely looked nice. However, driven by the instincts of a once-researcher, after finishing his labor, he took this piece back to his little shack.

After staring at the object for several days, one night, after a hard day’s work, as he looked at this beautiful object under the light, an idea suddenly popped into his mind. Then that idea grew uncontrollably, making him rack his brains amidst his hard labor, thinking about how he could use this object to change his circumstances.

Finally, he thought of a plan that he found quite feasible.

However, thinking of Boss Wang’s god-like methods, the laborer wondered if the idea was unsound, could casually suggesting it to Boss Wang end up getting him crushed on a whim?

On one hand, he could change his situation, and on the other, there might be a threat of death. This choice was truly difficult — not acting would always leave him discontent, but taking action might mean losing even the meager life he clung to.

He didn’t agonize for too long. This morning, another person from the lab with whom he had a past conflict arranged for him to go ’collect specimens’ again.

Walking trepidatiously toward the base’s main gate and facing the endless wild landscape outside, he finally exploded, "I have a super good plan, thought up for the boss. As soon as he hears it, he will definitely like it, and then I won’t be the most miserable laborer anymore!"

Many laborers there were stunned, and only then did some remember, he was once part of that lab as well.

Involving Boss Wang, others truly didn’t dare let him do just anything — after all, if his plan displeased the boss, it would be him courting death. And if the boss found out that someone wasn’t even letting him hear the plan, the consequences were something nobody wanted to bear.

As soon as the words left his mouth, seeing how many began to steer clear of him, the laborer knew that he was like an arrow ready on the bow, needing release.

So, he staked it all, ready to gamble for a prosperous outcome — pleasing the boss might let him live comfortably and happily at the base henceforth; if not, it would just cost him his life.

After waiting half a day without seeing Boss Wang, the life-and-death wait drove the laborer to make a crazy decision — the same one that Yan Fei saw, written in large characters on the base’s open ground.

In the face of who could decide his life or death, no amount of respect was excessive. Writing big characters to summon the boss was indeed a crazy act.

As the laborer’s facial expression changed, thinking how he would face a Tyrannosaurus and how miserable that would be, even thinking he was as good as dead, Yan Fei appeared.