Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1525 - 733 Interview

Chapter 1525: Chapter 733 Interview

Regarding Yan Fei smashing someone’s car on the road, once Director Pi heard the full story, he let it go.

In fact, Director Pi considered himself pretty understanding of Yan Fei. Although Yan Fei sometimes acted recklessly, he definitely didn’t do so without reason. Otherwise, Director Pi wouldn’t keep in touch with him.

However, in the end, Director Pi still gave Yan Fei a few words of caution. If you always walk by the river, you can’t expect not to wet your shoes. It wasn’t right to always behave like this. If it was possible to handle things through official channels, he still suggested doing so.

But Yan Fei had his own reasons. Take kicking people off the bus, for instance—if you genuinely went through the official channels, not to mention the hassle of gathering evidence and witnesses, the end result would probably just be fining the bus owner a bit of money, which was hardly satisfying.

Some situations are just like that. Legally speaking, they may not be a big deal. But when people actually experience them, it can be infuriating.

Since Yan Fei had told everything to Director Pi, he didn’t say much more. Yan Fei, not one to stand on ceremony, simply drove his car into the junkyard, popped open the trunk, and took out a few cans of wine, then covered them up with a tattered tarp.

He wasn’t planning to drive around Frozen Soil City these days, better find another vehicle!

He called to Lin Haihu, holding the wine as they moved towards the house, introducing it as he went: "It’s all Medicinal Wine, drink it slowly. It might not be effective immediately, but over time it will surely help."

Director Pi was delighted at the time, he knew what kind of wine this was. Although till now, he didn’t understand how Yan Fei created it, its effects on nourishing the body were truly excellent.

By the afternoon, when it was time to go out and have fun, Yan Fei asked Director Pi to help arrange a vehicle, bringing along everyone he could from the recycling station.

While this group spent their time touring around Frozen Soil City, a tourist bus was slowly entering the Capital.

Tourist buses like these were common in the Capital. After all, the Capital is the Capital. Nowadays, when most people think of traveling, their destination isn’t places like Bali, Saipan, or Maldives; it’s the Capital.

But this bus was different. As soon as it arrived in the Capital, a procession of cars came to greet it. Whether the cars were fancy, the old men on the bus couldn’t tell, but they recognized the brand, which shared two characters with the name Yang Hongqi!

After that, the bus regularly made an appearance in various major newspapers of the Capital. The group of old men on the bus, and even the image of some of them missing limbs, also frequently appeared in the news.

The most outrageous thing was that later on, wherever this bus went, all the tourist spots willingly opened their doors to them for free. Even the Forbidden City, which was under maintenance at the time, made an exception for them.

Originally, Yang Hongqi, who was tasked with leading this group of veterans, had gone to great lengths preparing knowledge of various sites, ready to act as a temporary guide. But later on, he turned into their attendant as professional guides for the elderly visitors multiplied, and numerous college students were also fighting for the opportunity to help. Behind the long queue of visitors were also several reporters from newspapers and TV stations, embarking on a tracking shoot.

If it were just the reporters, that wouldn’t be too strange, but behind them also followed a large group of security and medical personnel, making the procession especially eye-catching.

Yang Hongqi had received orders from Yan Fei to go back to his hometown and organize this group of seniors. At first, the old men weren’t happy about it, arguing, "Hongqi, you’ve just started your job, how can you make such a request to your boss? Your boss isn’t bad either, offering us ways to get rich. You can’t overstep just because of this, can you? What if we go back and he’s unwilling?"

After listening to Yang Hongqi’s lengthy explanation, the old men became excited. Seeing Yang Hongqi racking his brains over budget plans for the trip, they spontaneously organized themselves—and that’s when Hongqi realized that despite being a college student, his knowledge was shallow. These seasoned veterans sure had plenty of tricks up their sleeves!

In particular, one old man missing an arm pulled out a yellowed notebook, fumbled through it with one hand, and finally pointed to an address saying, "Hongqi, call this number and ask for the old squad leader. Tell him I’ll visit him in a few days."

Yang Hongqi hesitantly held the newly fitted second-hand cell phone, dialing the number while asking the old man, "Sixth Master, this number must be decades old, can it even get through? Even if it connects, the person has to recognize you, right?"

What he left unsaid was, even if the call gets through, the question was whether Sixth Master’s contact was still alive.

Before Sixth Master could respond, another old man beside him glared and snapped, "Just call, why all the fuss!"

"But you’ve got to tell me the squad leader’s last name at least. Otherwise, how would they know who..." Yang Hongqi was still rambling when the call suddenly connected.

A calm middle-aged voice came through immediately: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Yang Hongqi had no time to hesitate and followed the old man’s instructions: "I’m calling on behalf of my Sixth Master. His surname is Yan; he’s looking for the old squad leader."

"Just hold on a moment..." the middle-aged man said.

After a short while, the voice on the line changed, not that of the middle-aged man anymore, but an elderly yet strong voice: "Yan Gou Dan, is it you?"

Sixth Master quickly snatched the phone, shouting into it: "It’s me, it’s me, squad leader, it’s me!"

The other old men got excited too: "Old squad leader, I’m Erniu, do you remember me?"

"I’m Dazhuzi..."