Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1573 - 754: The Child Who Cries Gets the Milk

Chapter 1573: Chapter 754: The Child Who Cries Gets the Milk

"...Who knows the meal on the plate, every grain is hard-earned..."

"...Who will give me a bun, so I may never go hungry again..."

The afternoon class had just started, and Hu Yidao’s stomach began to rumble loudly. Looking pitiful, he held his teacup as if it were a rare treasure, sipping it little by little and constantly mumbling to himself, making the two girls in front of him unable to suppress their giggles.

This was a large lecture in a school auditorium; they had arrived late, so there weren’t any adjacent seats left, only scattered ones. At this moment, everyone but Yan Fei was looking around at each other. Some didn’t even have teacups and were eyeing Hu Yidao’s cup with envy.

Truly hungry, even though it was university, the canteen’s food didn’t have much oil or flavor. At a time when students could eat a lot, these guys had missed lunch while messing around, and now they sat in the classroom with growling stomachs — it was unbearable.

Yan Fei couldn’t take it anymore; he fumbled in his bag and pulled out a packet of beef jerky, secretly handing it over: "Don’t let the teacher catch you."

Hu Yidao looked at Yan Fei as if he were looking at a deity: "Brother Fei, you’re always the best."

At this point, he could not bother with feeling embarrassed, he was genuinely starving. He secretly tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, his expression of indulgence; one would think he was a junkie who had relapsed after three days clean...

Yan Fei didn’t mind him and secretly took out his phone to take a quick look, then perked up and started texting: "Director Xu, which organization is hosting the event you mentioned? Who should I look for?"

After a while, the phone vibrated: "I just heard about it too, I’m going to inquire about it now, and will update you soon."

Unable to wait, Yan Fei texted Wang Jiuming: "Bro, I’m in class and can’t make a call. Have you heard about the ’Annual Meeting of the World Network for Cooperation and Development of Medium-sized Cities and International Trade and Commerce Conference’?"

After a while, Wang Jiuming replied: "I think I’ve heard of it, it’s supposed to be next month. The official notice hasn’t been sent out yet; I haven’t paid much attention to it. What’s up?"

Yan Fei typed quickly: "I heard that foreigners will be attending, I’m trying to find out if I can increase the reputation of my beef in the arena."

"I’m in a meeting, I’ll inquire for you after it ends."

"Okay!"

This exceedingly long-named conference was what Director Xu of the trading company had tried to discuss with Yan Fei over the phone. However, Yan Fei’s phone was on silent mode during class, so he didn’t pick it up, leaving Director Xu no choice but to send a text instead.

Speaking of which, Director Xu was really frustrated because he had shown off too much during their first encounter and now had to rack his brains to reconnect with Yan Fei, even resorting to texting when calls were not answered.

Upon hearing that the event would include participants from other countries, Yan Fei realized it was necessary to find out more. His beef already had some fame in Hong Kong and the coastal cities, yet to his regret, he still had no foreign customers — as for Will, that guy seemed to be a genuine Chinese despite his unchangeable hair and eye color, blending in more than some old-timers from Provincial City.

Earning money from foreigners was originally Yan Fei’s goal, but there were still some difficulties currently. Besides his own circle still being somewhat limited, another reason was the misconception among some foreigners who even think that people in China still wear long gowns with pigtails.

Just look at literary and film works that win awards internationally; what are they? They depict backwardness and include artistic exaggerations, making outsiders believe that we live perpetually in dire straits!

Before, while Yan Fei had been in Sancha River, it was one thing, but now in Provincial City with more conveniences, he wanted to try his luck whenever opportunities arose.

After Hu Yidao ate a few pieces of beef jerky, he remembered his ’brothers in hardship’. Looking around, he saw several pairs of eyes blazing with anger — Damn it, everyone else is hungry, and you have not only water but food too? It’s okay to have food, but the key is you’re eating it alone. Wait until we get back to the dorm, you can choose between being torn apart by five horses or a slow and painful death...

Seeing those eyes that seemed to wield ice-cold swords, Hu Yidao had an epiphany. Feeling guilty, he grabbed a few more pieces of beef jerky from his bag and discreetly passed the bag to the closest classmate...

No sooner had the bag left his hands, he could no longer bear the traitorous looks from everyone, withdrew his head and continued to use a textbook to shield his face, his cheeks kept moving incessantly.

Having taken a couple of bites, he looked down and saw Yan Fei’s smartphone: "You gotta be kidding, Brother Fei? You’re using this thing now? Man, it’s awesome; you really are rich!"

"Shush!" Yan Fei glared at him, signaling him to be quiet. The guy shrank his head and then chuckled again.

"That’s really cool, isn’t it expensive though? Are you texting?" Hu Yidao quieted down for a few seconds before asking softly.

"Not expensive, for a big spender like me, it’s pretty cheap." Yan Fei whispered back. "Anyway, you can’t afford it; for a rich guy like me, using a cellphone is no big deal!"