Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1471 - 710: The Fence Selling Stolen Goods

Chapter 1471: Chapter 710: The Fence Selling Stolen Goods

Night, not a single starlight to be seen above, just an oppressive darkness, the sea churning with a fierce wind and towering waves. A small black bird weaved through the black clouds and lightning, unfazed by the storm. As it flew, it also surveyed the sea, looking for any boats that had not timely returned to port.

With such a tumultuous sea, any vessels still out there would certainly be in danger. Boss Yan, whose heart went out to the whole planet, upon encountering such ships, upheld the principle of aiding those in peril or poverty. He provided timely rescue, transporting them all to another sea, calm and peaceful, under a serene moon and sparse stars.

Aiding those in peril or poverty is a noble act, a quality to be admired, and Boss Yan felt he should cultivate this virtue more—weren’t the winds and waves perilous enough? With such a vast ocean and only one ship in his possession, wasn’t he the definition of poverty? At this moment, this scene—didn’t taking these ships qualify as unquestionable aid to those in need?

They say to give a rose is to keep the fragrance lingering in one’s hand, and indeed whoever does good feels joy in their heart. This phrase couldn’t be truer. At this moment, the small black bird flying in the sky was quite happy, occasionally skimming the sea’s surface, showing just how pleasant its mood was!

In fact, there weren’t that many ships, just two fishing boats that couldn’t make it back to port in time. Just as they neared land, what did they see but several armed patrol vessels close to shore. Whether they were there to rescue or what, who knew? But to wander around in such fierce winds and waves—it just seemed exceedingly dangerous.

Heavy rain falls in the Yellow Sea, white waves surge to the heavens, Fishing Island’s fishing boats gone from sight, into what vast ocean did they vanish—whose border now beholds them?

This poem is truly well-written... With such roaring winds and waves, where have those ships gone—who knows!

Though there was a halfway harvest, the small black bird continued its flight over the islands—those incidental gains were like finding hares while gathering grass; it had a target in mind.

Out in this desolate place, opening such a huge gas station, wasn’t it obviously a gangster inn? Those who come to refuel here get to pay whatever extortionate price is asked—for such a black-hearted establishment, I might as well take up the tough task of clamping down on this evil, huh?

Having taken a few large oil drums and emptied a warehouse in a garment factory, Yan Fei headed home after work.

Time felt rather tight!

Yan Fei contemplated on his way back.

It wasn’t the rush of his trip to Japan that preoccupied him, but the thought of his wife returning from her holiday soon, which meant no more freely soaring for himself. Such is human contradiction: on one hand, wanting his wife to return quickly for some tender and sweet moments together; on the other, wishing that upon her return, he would no longer be free to fly wherever he pleased.

In truth, it was because his wife hadn’t returned yet, and only in her absence did he feel this way. Once she is back, wrapped up in each other every day, he will have forgotten all about free flight—with a beautiful woman in his arms, only a fool would choose to flutter about aimlessly in the middle of the night.

Lost in thought, Yan Fei quickly crossed the sea, and before long, as far as the eye could see, there began to appear one city after another. Suddenly, Yan Fei recalled that Frozen Soil City wasn’t too far from his current route—with his current speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour and traveling in a straight line, distance only had meaning relative to the opposite side of the planet.

As though possessed, he changed direction and flew toward Frozen Soil City.

Not because he wanted to do anything in particular, just to take a look on his way—after his wife returns, it will be the college entrance exam season, and then summer vacation spent loyally by her side. Starting the university term, they’ll still be together. Thinking of the blissful days ahead, he anticipated that unless absolutely necessary, he would probably take a hiatus from coming out for a while.

Upon reaching Frozen Soil City, he started to meander, given Director Pi had only mentioned the outskirts without specifying the exact location. Luckily, Frozen Soil City wasn’t too large and after making one round, Yan Fei excluded a few larger junkyards.

This is the nature of people—once they start something, they’re reluctant to leave it incomplete. Knowing full well that it wasn’t easy to find a smaller junkyard in a not-so-large city, Yan Fei was nonetheless determined and began his search.

After quite some searching, he found his target in a semi-urban, semi-rural area.

Looking down at the somewhat shabby junkyard below, two old men sitting amidst the junk smoking, and a few figures who had risen early to pick through stuff under the dim lights, especially those figures moving sluggishly, Yan Fei felt a slight irritation despite knowing they were half running a business, half enjoying their twilight years to the fullest.

With the overcast sky, it’s hard to tell the time, but since people were already up and working, it couldn’t be too early, could it?

Thinking this, he flew a couple of laps and then considered leaving, but didn’t make it far before he circled back.

After another loop in the sky, the small black bird disappeared again.

In the junkyard, Director Pi looked up at the sky: "Looks like we can relax again today, the weather on our side is never good, making business difficult!"

The old man beside him simply continued to smoke with a hearty laugh, without responding, but an middle-aged man sorting through the junk spoke up: "That’s great, we can rest again. Boss, we’re not slacking, it’s just the weather not cooperating. By month’s end, you can’t dock our pay though!"

"Why not?" Director Pi retorted. "You lot are almost running this business into the ground, and you still think you shouldn’t be docked pay? Such wishful thinking. I’m telling you, there’s a limit to who you help, can’t you have some discernment? Don’t just assist anyone, okay? If this goes on, we can’t carry on with business."