Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1675 - 795: Grand Celebration in 6 Cities

Chapter 1675: Chapter 795: Grand Celebration in 6 Cities

Although the lines he drew were ugly, that didn’t diminish Yan Fei’s sense of accomplishment.

After staring at the map for a while and adjusting a few areas, he finally noticed that No.1 Coolie was still standing guard beside him!

"Do you need something?" Yan Fei asked. "If not, go sort out my warehouse. Move everything to the corners. Tonight, we might need to put more stuff in there. When the space gets crowded, organizing it will be a hassle."

No.1 Coolie agreed with a nod. Before leaving, he couldn’t resist sneaking one last look at the map. That one line—it was truly atrocious. Twisting and turning into a circle at the end, combined with those tangled lumps of lines, it looked just like a dog leash woven by a mischievous child using twigs and grass...

Unable to spare a moment of silence for the areas trapped in the dog leash, No.1 Coolie quickly called people over to get to work.

Leading a group to the warehouse specially prepared for the big boss, he pushed open the door and flicked on the lights. In that instant, the group froze in stunned silence. Golden bars and chunks gleaming brightly—since the moment gold became a medium of exchange, humanity’s deep-rooted desire for it had been carved into their bones. The sight left the group of coolies speechless, their jaws slack in sheer shock.

To be fair, the base did refine its own gold, though it wasn’t a primary activity—just something handled by a few unlucky workers relegated to the lab.

When everyone had to obey a single individual’s will, their actions would inevitably be shaped by that will. Boss Yan wasn’t short on money. The gold mine was his, and he had no obsessive interest in collecting gold. He simply had some smelted as backup inventory.

His own gold didn’t need to look as refined as what’s stored in bank vaults—just small bars haphazardly tossed into crates and left in the warehouse until the boss decided he needed them. Except for the workers handling the refinement, no one paid much attention to it.

The gold in bank vaults, on the other hand, was different—neat rows of bars, each engraved with letters and markings, more delicate at a glance. The key difference lay in quantity. Although the coolies’ efforts produced far greater amounts of gold, it wasn’t packed away in neatly arranged boxes like those vaults. It lacked the tidy presentation that left people awestruck.

If it were only gold, that would be fine. But there were also bags and boxes scattered around.

Many boxes were hard to open, though half of them had been damaged when Boss Yan violently broke his storage cabinets. Additionally, some things were stored in sacks. No.2 Coolie casually opened one, reaching in with his hand. His eyes widened in disbelief. "Boss, look—are these diamonds?"

No.1 Coolie shot him a glare. "Do they taste better than hadrosaur tendons? Shut up and get to work."

"No, they don’t," No.2 Coolie grinned, then spun around and yelled at the others, "Get to work, what are you standing around for? This stuff isn’t food or drink. Anyone who wants to gawk later, I’ll let them visit the warehouse. Move it!"

After yelling at everyone else, No.2 Coolie turned to No.1 Coolie and asked, "Boss, why do you think our big boss collects this stuff? He doesn’t even need it."

No.1 Coolie couldn’t hold back—he smacked No.2 Coolie on the head and growled under his breath, "Is that something you should be asking? Shut up and get back to work. Do you have a death wish?"

"I’m just thinking... our boss doesn’t even seem to care about it," No.2 Coolie muttered, rolling up his sleeves and getting back to work.

No.1 Coolie kept directing the crew’s work. When No.2 Coolie passed by again, No.1 Coolie leaned in and spoke softly, "Don’t ask anymore, got it? How many times have I told you—don’t ask about things you shouldn’t ask about."

As more people joined the base, No.1 Coolie’s sense of crisis grew stronger. Unlike No.2 Coolie, who thoughtlessly meddled, he constantly worried about his position being unstable, going about things even more cautiously than when he started.

Crash...

One worker accidentally moved a crate that had been damaged by the boss, causing it to burst open. Out spilled an array of exquisite jewelry that could drive any ordinary person mad with desire—sparkling and tumbling to the ground in a dazzling display.

No.2 Coolie, still upset from his earlier scolding, vented his frustration by kicking the worker, sending him tumbling across the floor. He opened his mouth to curse, but No.1 Coolie suddenly grabbed his arm, his gaze fixed on the jewelry as a scheme began to form in his mind.

Although the boss rarely shared information about his personal life, he wasn’t secretive about it either. A sharp-eyed No.1 Coolie had long noticed the boss had a cherished wife outside—a treasure so precious she was handled with utmost care.

No.1 Coolie had already entertained the idea of winning favor with the boss by appealing to this angle, but he lacked both education and cunning, struggling to come up with a good plan.

Now, seeing the jewelry, inspiration struck. He vividly remembered the joy on his wife’s face years ago when he had finally saved enough money to buy her a silver bracelet—the blush of happiness that made her glow with beauty, how fiery her passion had burned that evening...

"Leave it. Go do something else!" He stopped another worker who was about to start picking up the jewelry and began painstakingly sorting the pieces himself.

"Boss, why are you messing with this stuff?" No.2 Coolie asked curiously.

"Idiot, stop asking. Come help me pick out the prettier ones—quickly," No.1 Coolie snapped, knowing he couldn’t explain and deciding not to bother trying.