Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 908 - 499 Long-Distance Running Exhibition

Chapter 908: Chapter 499 Long-Distance Running Exhibition

The cattle farm was truly bustling with excitement that day.

Yan Fei had given instructions earlier, allowing the male employees to drink to their heart’s content without fear of not being able to work. Later, they’d just have some women go to the train station entrance and hire a few day laborers to finish the tasks.

After this round of drinking, bodies were sprawled all over the ground, so much that anyone who could walk back to their own room was considered a talent.

Only a few from the police station who had to go back on duty drank less, while the rest were all knocked out.

The thing was, drinking at the cattle farm was too convenient. Usually, everyone drinks by the bottle, with a clear count of how many bottles each person had consumed.

But at the cattle farm, it wasn’t about counting bottles, but drinking by ladlefuls and estimating by big tea urns—usually, no one bothers to measure how much a big tea urn can hold. Anyway, after a few urns, most people were down for the count.

Even the visitors from Hong Kong were painstakingly urged to drink less. They drank somewhat moderately, at least not collapsing on the spot. But they couldn’t escape the aftermath either, and soon after finishing, they fell down—when Boss Yan hosted, the liquor was always the best and had been aged for some time. It went down smoothly but had a strong kick.

Originally, Yan Fei had planned to hire a car to go to Provincial City to pick up his wife in the afternoon, and then visit the Chrysanthemum Exhibition, but now that was impossible.

About this Chrysanthemum Exhibition, he’d eavesdropped on the information a couple of days ago; otherwise, he wouldn’t even know it was occurring, as the exhibition hadn’t officially started yet.

Since he couldn’t make it, it no longer mattered, but Lin Baoguo pulled him aside to ask how he managed to handle the situation.

Yan Fei started spouting nonsense as soon as he opened his mouth, "You think I watched all those detective shows for nothing? I learned quite a few tricks. This time I applied what I learned and used various strategies to uncover those people’s evidence..."

Listening to him paint himself as Sherlock Holmes, Lin Baoguo and a few others who drank less were all ears, especially one lady whose eyes were shining as if she were looking at a deity.

It was a pity his story could only fool others. Before Lin Baoguo left, he pulled Yan Fei aside and whispered, "The story you told was pretty good, but it’s better to do less of such things in the future, it doesn’t sound good if it gets out. No matter what, it began because they provoked us first, so let it be. From now on, don’t brag about it, just say there were already people up high investigating them, and you happened to stumble upon it..."

Yan Fei still wanted to argue, "But what I said is true!"

"True my ass!" Lin Baoguo had been on tenterhooks for several days too. Even during those days running around Nanguang City, he had been quite uneasy. Now that the matter was finally over, he felt much more relaxed. "I’ve known what you’ve been wanting to do since you were young. Just by looking at you, I can tell that all you said was made up nonsense..."

Yan Fei earnestly sought advice, "Uncle Baoguo, how did you figure it out? Is there some giveaway that I do when I lie?"

Lin Baoguo was both amused and frustrated, "Get out of here, what giveaways? Do you really think I’m some kind of detective? You call me uncle, don’t you think I would know you? I get the feeling you never tell the truth. I won’t ask you about the actual situation. Just remember what I just told you. Now you’re a big boss; at home everything’s fine, but outside, there are some things you can’t just blabber about, understand?"

"Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm!" Yan Fei nodded repeatedly.

Director Lin’s words were spot on, Boss Yan in Sancha River was no longer that always clueless and silly young lad. Now, if he claimed that feeding nails to cattle would make them gain weight, there would probably be someone who would actually believe it and try.

So now when these two talked, they kept their distance from others. Director Lin knew his own faults; when with Boss Yan, he tended to nag, which not only made him seem naggy at a young age but also didn’t look good for Boss Yan’s image—even though Boss Yan wouldn’t mind these things. However, as the director and as an uncle, he had to consider more.

Others only saw this uncle and nephew duo, not much different in age, huddling in a corner and murmuring for ages, with no clue about what significant issues they were discussing. In the end, seeing both of them content, they couldn’t guess what was said.

After seeing Director Lin and his group off, Yan Fei, with nothing much happening at the farm, went back to feeding the tiger.

The very next morning, he hired a big van and headed straight for Provincial City.

On the van, besides Yan Fei and the visitors from Hong Kong, were Ma Chao and his wife—bringing this couple along served two purposes: one was to have a girl to accompany the lady from Hong Kong on the way and add more life to the group when Xu Xiaoyan was picked up. The second was that although Ma Chao didn’t stand out much at the farm, he had worked hard and deserved this treat.

When they picked up Xu Xiaoyan, the girl was ecstatic. Without a word, she packed her bags, took a leave of absence, and joined the group on their outing.

As a boss’s wife, she was somewhat a failure. Initially, she maintained a semblance of authority, joining Ma Chao’s wife and the lady from Hong Kong. But after an hour on the road to their destination, she ditched the others and clung to Yan Fei.

This time there was indeed something to talk about. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she whispered to Yan Fei, "Yan Xiaofei, guess what big thing I did these past few days?"

"Regarding what?" Yan Fei was amused as soon as he heard her, curious about what significant thing his wife had done now, judging by her secretive demeanor.

"School stuff!" The girl maintained her mysterious air, reminding him in a low voice.