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Chapter 1412 - 685: River Scorpion (Happy New Year)_2

Chapter 1412: Chapter 685: River Scorpion (Happy New Year)_2

The frowning laborer couldn’t help but retort, "This clearly looks more like a pseudo-scorpion, take a look here..."

"We don’t have time to argue about this matter. Since we came to this world, have we not encountered enough monsters that our existing biological knowledge cannot explain? Is it necessary to argue whether this scorpion, which we have never seen before, is really a scorpion?"

"Yes, that’s right," said number sixty-six, joining the argument. "According to our past practice, the scientist who discovers a new species has the right to name it, and Boss has already rewarded me with the naming rights. So, I’ve decided to name it the No.1 River Scorpion."

"What Boss meant was for you to name the scorpions you can study for research. What gives you the right to..." another laborer grumbled from not far away.

"Why don’t you wait for Boss to come and ask with me?" Number sixty-six counter-questioned. "Do you dare? Or do you want to prove that this isn’t a scorpion?"

The outspoken one became immediately infuriated, "I’m saying Matsui-kun... oh, number sixty-six, I know you’ve got clout now, but remember when you were down and out, didn’t I speak up for you? And now, you’re going to screw me over like this?"

Go talk to the Boss to prove he caught the wrong type of scorpion? What kind of idiot would do that?

Not to mention that the boss could control their life and death, even in human society, spending the effort to prove the boss wrong while at work is not something any smart person would do.

Don’t be fooled by the news or literature where those who offer suggestions to their boss are promoted and suddenly find their careers taking off like a rocket.

In reality, out of a hundred who try, how many get promoted and receive a raise? Even if there are some, it might turn out, upon closer inspection, that those who advanced had some unusual backing.

And most of those who thought they were being upright might, after being praised, be "promoted" to a ’more important’ job and shuffled off to retirement, no?

Hearing the other laborer talk, number sixty-six also felt that his attitude had been a bit off-balance today and came up with a rationale to justify himself, "I just want to say, we’re here to do a job. Debating irrelevant issues is useless. Boss doesn’t care about these details. What we need to focus on is delivering the results he wants."

That was true. To Yan Fei, did it really matter whether the River Scorpion was a scorpion or not?

It didn’t matter at all. There were plenty of creatures from the dinosaur world, any one of which would do. After all, nature is incredibly mysterious; there are so many unexplored places on Earth and undiscovered species as well.

As long as Yan Fei could produce it, who could firmly say that such a creature couldn’t possibly have survived into the human era?

In fact, as soon as Yan Fei heard a laborer assert that the creature was a scorpion, he stopped paying attention—even though he knew there was a suspicion of calling a deer a horse involved because, after all, isn’t it better to be happy?

Get up, go to class.

After school at noon, Yan Fei had just returned to the site when he received a call. Lin Baoguo rattled on, "Are you satisfied now? Zeng Zhaokun has gone to lie low. There’s a rumor flying around that you, Boss Yan, have so much money you don’t know what to do with it, even making a person like Zeng Zhaokun step back."

Yan Fei was very puzzled, "That kind of person, lying low? Impossible, right?"

Lin Baoguo had no kind words, "He’s gone into hiding for now, but the grudge between you two has deepened. You think he’s going to let it go just like that? It’s only temporary."

After rambling a bit, Lin Baoguo hung up, and Yan Fei was left wondering.

Why would a person like Zeng Zhaokun run away?

Actually, Lin Baoguo knew very well why, but he hadn’t told Yan Fei.

Why?

Because he felt it was necessary to make Yan Fei realize his mistake. Look at you, pushing someone in the gray area to this extent, are you satisfied now? When he gets ready to come back, who knows what he’ll resort to?

A seemingly trivial matter, you just had to handle it with no room for easing up—Lin Baoguo thinking this way couldn’t be said to be wrong, right? After all, people in legitimate business should always value harmony as it is conducive to wealth.

However, he forgot one thing. The connections Yan Fei now has in the city are much wider than those of a small deputy director like himself. If he could obtain certain information, couldn’t Yan Fei do the same?

It was just a matter of making a phone call, and there were plenty of people at the scene when the arrest took place that night.

The person Yan Fei contacted was Old Yi at the telecommunication company, with whom he had greeted before dinner that day. If it weren’t for those incidents, the two would inevitably end up toasting each other at the dinner table, but the unexpected event had made that impossible.

That guy was also well-informed. As soon as he received Yan Fei’s call, without waiting for a question, he immediately relayed the information he had heard. He even warned Yan Fei that Zeng was no good bird, and although he was currently keeping a low profile because of his brother’s career advancement, he would surely take action once he returned. Otherwise, his "jianghu status" would be unstable.

Indeed, Zeng left for more than just the power of Yan Fei’s money. An even more important reason was that his brother was at a key stage in his career.

The Zeng brothers were very close and had always looked out for each other. When his elder brother reached a crucial moment, it was certainly not suitable for him to cause any trouble—career paths are also perilous, and all kinds of tactics are used. When vying for a position, even the slightest flaw can be exploited by rivals, and it’s not unusual for brothers’ weaknesses to be used to attack the person themselves.

At this critical juncture, it was not appropriate for Boss Zeng to make any significant moves. Thus, he simply took the opportunity to leave Wan City—staying put as a defenseless target was not as good as making a clean break.

For the sake of his brother’s future, enduring a moment’s irritation was worth it. Those who knew the inside story wouldn’t perceive Boss Zeng as retreating during a crucial time. Instead, they might see him as sentimental, devoted to family, and righteous—a man of principles.

As for those who didn’t understand the inside story—their status wasn’t high enough. Why would Boss Zeng care what they thought?

After Yan Fei had figured out the situation, he intended to make another phone call to confirm it, but then he received a call from Director Liu, who he had drunk with that night.

Old Liu wasn’t as well-informed as Old Yi; at least, he didn’t know the real reason Boss Zeng left Wan City.

But his call was timely for Yan Fei, confirming that Boss Zeng had indeed gone to the Provincial City.

Old Liu was a chatterbox. A phone call lasted thirty minutes, with plenty of hearsay, but Yan Fei was unusually patient, waiting with a smile until Liu had run out of things to say and hung up.

That afternoon, Yan Fei didn’t go back to classes. Instead, he stayed on site to take care of the apple trees.

All the saplings collected were placed by the riverside, now enough to fill a large truck for transportation.

In fact, Yan Fei had personally gone out to find the truck, and the delivery location wasn’t far: a deserted site someone had rented for storing saplings temporarily, located in a village by the road on the boundary to Jiang City.

The person who rented out the site was in charge of village matters and was more than happy to help unload and load the truck, even willing to find someone to maintain order.

It was only the person who had rented out the site who stated that they were only responsible for delivery, not for loading or maintaining order. The saplings weren’t worth much, nobody would steal them; if someone really wanted to steal them for firewood, they’d have to find a place to dry them, which was just troublesome, wasn’t it?

People with land these days wouldn’t run out of firewood, especially since tree-planting in fields had been promoted in the past. Many had planted plane trees in their fields, but now with the mechanization of agriculture, people realized just how troublesome those trees were—plowing, harrowing, harvesting crops became a hassle with a few trees in the field!

Progress had been faster than anyone imagined. Who would have thought that the sight of large harvesters queuing up on the highways looking for work every wheat harvest season would be so spectacular overnight?

Of course, Boss Yan wasn’t worried about anyone taking those tree saplings. The truck would leave in the afternoon and arrive at night. Once the goods were unloaded, the truck would leave, the gates would close, and everything inside would disappear from this world completely, unnoticed by anyone.