Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 861 - 482: Logging and Contribution_2

Chapter 861: Chapter 482: Logging and Contribution_2

Before he knew it, the young man had brought Yan Fei to a warehouse in the outskirts of a factory district.

The warehouse was attended by an old man whose hair had all turned white. Seeing the young man, he greeted, "Hey, Luo Botou, you’ve brought another customer. Come in, come in, what are you folks here to see today? Wait a sec, and I’ll get it for you..."

"This is Boss Yan, here to check out the chainsaws. Let me tell you, Old Luo Botou, Boss Yan is a pretty capable young man. His cattle farm sells beef all the way to Hong Kong. This time he’s helping a friend pick out some stuff. Why don’t you hurry up and bring some tea over..." The young man was quite familiar and started joking with the old man.

It was clear that even though the factory didn’t look like much, the people inside were really decent. Every person he encountered from the entrance looked spirited. Yan Fei saw this and felt deeply moved.

These people must be just like Old Master Xing from his own beef jerky business, having come out of a state-run factory that was on the brink of bankruptcy, having lived through those uncertain days. Now that life was looking hopeful, they were energized every moment of the day.

The young man quickly dragged over a large piece of wood, the type of tree it came from unknown. Then, he brought out a chainsaw from the warehouse, tugged on a small rope, and the chainsaw started roaring. Although Yan Fei had said he wasn’t the main buyer, the young man still operated the chainsaw while explaining some points of attention to him.

Yan Fei had seen this company’s display at a trade fair and had left a business card since Miss Xu Xiaoyan was there at the time and he hadn’t planned on making an immediate order. Now that the trade fair had ended and the lady had gone to her classes, he finally had some time to handle his own affairs.

Watching the chainsaw cut through the wood, sawdust accumulating on the ground in an instant, Yan Fei felt a surge of happiness.

With this thing, his plan to establish a base should speed up, right?

Technology changes life, ah!

After trying out several chainsaws and finding them quite simple to operate, Yan Fei gestured expansively, "Start with fifty units, I’ll give you a call if I need more."

While fifty units wasn’t a huge quantity, a customer who made such swift decisions and paid in full on the spot was not someone you’d meet every day. Luo Botou took Yan Fei to finance to make the payment and get the delivery note. By the time they returned, Big Luo Botou had already instructed his people to load the goods onto a small truck.

Yan Fei got into the vehicle, waited for the goods to be delivered to his villa, and then sent everything to Vegetable Garden Island.

Then he left the house, locked the door, and transformed into a small bird to fly towards Sancha River.

Halfway there, he descended into a deserted ravine on a small mountain and began to get busy.

Arriving at the meadow valley, he directed his crew to unpack the chainsaws, fill them with fuel they’d prepared earlier, and then dispatched them one by one into the forest.

In front of these people, he transformed into a Tyrannosaurus and roamed about for a while.

Clearly larger and more agile than a normal Tyrannosaurus, the presence of this beast caused all the dinosaurs, big and small, to scatter and flee the area.

Then he started fires in the forest to smoke out the little insects. With over twenty chainsaws roaring to life, the alien noise ensured the safety within the vicinity.

Of course, Yan Fei wasn’t idle; he had to keep an eye on the workers from time to time.

The group had grown numb by now, knowing that no work meant no food. Plus, the creature that had just been a Tyrannosaurus suddenly became a Pterosaur circling the sky, occasionally changing into a small flying dinosaur to chase away some giant bugs that had gone unnoticed.

One after another, the trees were felled by a group of destructive individuals; someone would come up and haphazardly trim the branches, cut off the crown, and then these things would disappear without a trace, no one knowing where they ended up.

The capacity of humans to adapt is truly immense; at least after working for some time, the initial feeling of fear had dissipated. As long as they were still of use, as long as they could work, the creature that had captured them would protect them—what was there to fear?

After a clearing was made in the forest, everyone’s work efficiency increased even more.

They were only responsible for logging; they just needed to be careful not to get crushed by falling trees. As for everything else, even if other Pterosaurs flew overhead and defecated on them, they would turn a blind eye—after all, such blind Pterosaurs would soon be taught a humiliating lesson and flee.

They didn’t even need to set aside time for meals. Each person had brought water and dried meat, and when they were hungry or thirsty, they would take a bite or a sip and continue working. Although these workers came from different places, different countries, and didn’t even speak the same language, there was no doubt that at this moment, they were all exemplary employees who would be hard to find elsewhere, working desperately hard.

As time went on and everyone got to know each other better, they found that as long as it didn’t interfere with work, Yan Fei didn’t mind them chatting casually, and some even started talking about their home lives.

The group from Japan, especially, who came from the ranch, were not originally together. Now, having been separated for many days and having gone through the terror between life and death, they had even forgotten the unpleasantness of fighting over food back in the cave.

Yan Fei took this opportunity to brush up on his Japanese.

After listening for a while, he got an idea. Standing on a tree, with his manhood still swaying in the wind, he began to speak, "The one who works the best today will get to stay in the Pasture Valley, where life is good; those unfamiliar can ask around. If you’re the worst worker, then you’ll be sent to the toughest valley. How well you work today determines your life for a while—keep count of how much you do and report back. If anyone cheats, they can expect to become food for that python!"

It was a Titan Python that had eaten too much to move. The poor snake was having an unlucky streak—it didn’t know how many generations’ worth of bad luck had fallen upon it. It was beside a mountain stream, basking in the sun to digest its meal, when Yan Fei got his hands on it.

Now, Yan Fei had tied it up in a knot on the ground, and while Boss Yan, who was not working, was bored, he observed the surroundings and retied the snake into a knot whenever it managed to loosen itself slightly.

Imagine a python twenty meters long and more than a meter thick, with its belly swollen to at least two to three meters in diameter due to its meal. Yet now, this terrifying python was being treated like a toy; it had absolutely no ability to resist and was being played with like a rope—though the knotted python looked like a small hill, it couldn’t escape the fate of being a mere plaything.

A sated python was just an animal to be slaughtered at will; not only was it slow to move, but its massive size also hindered its ability to untie itself from the knots. After struggling for a long time, it would just be tightened up again by some bored individual, which was truly pitiable.

This sight, both horrific and bizarre, spurred the workers to put in even more effort.

By sunset, on the plains where the large river flowed into the sea, hundreds of huge logs had been piled up. As for the tree crowns, Yan Fei kindly threw them in front of the migrating Tyrannosaurs, allowing the group to re-experience the happiness of having food to eat.

The migrants were dinosaurs living near the Arctic; while other places were still hot, the Arctic had already started to cool down. Countless dinosaurs living there had to form enormous migration groups, gradually moving towards areas where food was plentiful.

The migration path was actually a road of death. In this process, some areas were completely barren. Not to mention enough food, it was hard to see even a green plant. And these migrating dinosaurs might go a week without tasting even a morsel of food. Many of the old, weak, sick, and crippled would be left forever on this road.

This was natural selection at work, but now, with Yan Fei wanting to build a base, with the eccentric Boss Yan from the frenzied forest, their migration path had been made much easier. Quite a few dinosaurs that no longer had the strength to walk, upon receiving some food, might just survive to reach their destination and live a little longer.

"At least I have saved quite a few dinosaurs, contributing to the dinosaur world," he thought to himself.

Watching in the glow of the sunset, countless starving dinosaurs surrounded the discarded tree crowns, gnawing even the bark to reveal the white wood beneath; Yan Fei felt a touch of self-satisfaction.