Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1690 - 801 The Watermelon Thief_2

Chapter 1690: Chapter 801 The Watermelon Thief_2

The city where Anderson was located was too small, and Boss Yan felt that there was nothing worth targeting there. He was not lacking in gold; that night’s actions were purely for revenge and to vent.

Now that his anger had subsided, was there any need to pick on a specific industry until it was dead? After all, isn’t America known as the most developed place in the world, with all industries leading globally?

It’s good that they’re leading; if they weren’t, he wouldn’t even know where to start! Since everything is leading, there are plenty of targets to choose from.

Let’s start with clothing, food, shelter... how about transportation.

Isn’t there a big Jeep in the cattle ranch? That’s made in America, very durable, and quite convenient for hauling goods to the countryside. Since he’s come to the place of origin, he might as well take a hundred or so back, so he can switch them out later.

After pondering over the map for a while, he realized that his route home didn’t pass by the car factory, so he could only target those car dealerships.

Picking up cars was much easier than picking up gold from a bank; as long as no one saw and the cameras couldn’t capture it, everything else could be done at will. For Boss Yan, apart from some heavily guarded places, most places were defenseless. Even those heavily guarded ones merely meant a waste of time.

...

No. 1 Coolie had nothing to do in the evening, gazing at the stars and the Big Dipper, he pulled out his Erhu, sat on the roof, and began to play melodically...

The night was like water, the night wind was cool.

The melodious Erhu music was like the night wind, gently brushing over the twinkling lights of the base, gently brushing over the quiet herds of cattle, and then rushing out of the base, echoing faintly over the wilderness...

People in the base were already familiar with this sound, including those soldiers from the aircraft carrier.

Initially, they weren’t accustomed to this sound, but after getting used to it, they discovered that despite its seemingly simple appearance, the instrument could indeed change in many ways. When they listened carefully, they always felt that there was a lot contained within the sound. Sometimes it even made them feel a bit uncomfortable, because the melodious tune always reminded them of the endless wilderness back home...

Nowadays, when the Erhu music starts playing, it’s the quietest time at the base, even the patrolling soldiers would be willing to slow their pace, listening more to these notes hailing from a foreign place with thousands of years of history...

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom boom boom..."

Just as everyone was immersed in the music, suddenly a series of muffled noises came from outside the base.

Patrolling Johnson silently took the lead, quickly rushing to the base’s wall, then crouching low, he held his weapon and ran quickly towards the direction from where the noise was coming.

Behind him, all the team members followed his actions, each raising their vigilance to two hundred percent.

The security personnel inside the base, who could hear the noise, also sprang into action urgently. After quickly grabbing their weapons, they rushed out silently.

Even the unarmed personnel were woken up one by one and stayed alert...

But soon, Johnson on the wall sent a signal of all-clear. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and some, out of curiosity, couldn’t resist running up the wall to look towards the direction where the sound kept coming from.

Then, everyone fell silent, looking at the scene outside, speechless.

One vehicle after another seemed to appear out of thin air outside the base wall as if by magic. The noises they heard were from vehicles appearing at positions too high and making noise upon landing.

Passenger cars, commercial vehicles, sports cars, off-road vehicles, pickup trucks...

There were even trucks, bulldozers, excavators, cranes, and even include large agricultural machines like harvesters and seeders.

Most speechlessly, at the end, they even saw a few snow plows...

Holding the Erhu, No. 1, who had never seen a snowplow before, couldn’t help but exclaim, "This bulldozer looks quite unique, doesn’t it?"

They say America’s machinery industry is quite advanced; at least these snow plows and the regular bulldozers have some differences.

But these soldiers had seen snow plows from their own country, and upon hearing No. 1’s exclamation, someone eagerly explained to him: "This is for snow removal, some even have snow removal equipment in the back..."

"..." No. 1 was speechless at that moment.

Oh my boss! For years in the base, I haven’t seen snow for years! What good is this thing here? And are so many even necessary?

Boss Yan was unaware that his coolies were secretly complaining about him; he had gotten into a rhythm.

Just like someone collecting trash, at first, he might only want to pick up some beer bottles to sell – after all, these days the most valuable things are beer bottles, other bottles are somewhat inferior. Moreover, Boss Yan had extensive experience in selling beer bottles, he still knew how much a bottle could sell for—four dimes or three and a half.

But while picking up beer bottles, he saw some scrap iron and copper, which he definitely had to pick up. Nowadays scrap iron is also quite expensive, reaching a dollar or more per catty. As for scrap copper, say no more, it’s seven or eight dollars per catty!

Once the business expanded to include scrap iron and copper, upon seeing waste paper and plastic nearby, these items weren’t cheap either—at a few dimes per catty, they were worth picking up—considering the current market prices, these scrap prices were pretty decent.

So, unwittingly, the area outside the base turned into a car show, a comprehensive kind of car show. Various vehicles extended into a line, arranged on the wilderness, under the illumination of the base wall lights, exuding different glows.

One city, and then another city.

Picking up scrap can become addictive. Initially, it might feel a bit awkward. But once you start and see the benefits, there’s nothing to worry about; it becomes natural to continue.

Many who have picked up scrap have this experience, just like children who initially only want to pick up a few bottles to earn some pocket money for a picture book. But as they walk, they see another garbage pile and can’t help but pick some more until they can’t carry anymore.

Boss Yan doesn’t worry about not being able to carry his scrap; there’s a dinosaur world for that!

On Earth, he had now walked from one side to the other, although not completely through, he at least knew how big it was.

But in the dinosaur world, where he hadn’t developed, he had no idea what was there. No one gave him a map, nor was there a satellite to directly assist him, so until now, he was genuinely unclear about how big his dinosaur world was.

As he walked, he became a bit embarrassed. Wasn’t this the city he picked up gold blocks from the other day?

He couldn’t keep causing trouble in the same place; even rural naughty children stealing melons knew to follow a sustainable development path—even if they stealed from the same plot, it wouldn’t be too much at a time. If they took too much from the same melon field consecutively, the farmer would become too vigilant.

Boss Yan at this moment was that melon-stealing thief, although unlike real naughty children who worried about being caught, he still kept that habit.

So tonight’s operation ended here.

Returning to the hotel to check, he found nothing had changed. So he entered the dinosaur world and called over No. 1: "Are those people in the cellar settled properly?"

No. 1 nodded: "Boss, rest assured, there won’t be any mistakes. To prevent them from committing suicide, I specifically had the place cleaned, and they weren’t even given chopsticks for their meals..."

Yan Fei was amused: "Did you think they’d commit suicide? This isn’t a prison, no need to do that in the future. Tell them they’re here to get their boss to do something for me, and once the matter is handled, they’ll reunite..."

As for where this reunion would be, Boss Yan didn’t need to say more, it depended on Anderson’s performance and his mood!

After some simple arrangements, Yan Fei went back to the lab, continued to open the computer, and jotted down the knowledge he ’learned’ yesterday—truth be told, going abroad once was indeed worth it. Not only did he gain ’software’, but also ’hardware’.