Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 253 - 191 Lying Dormant_1

Chapter 253: Chapter 191 Lying Dormant_1

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there were many topics about the new Yang City Natural Science Museum. The news was broadcast through multiple local channels and there was also formal coverage by the official media.

Before going to bed, Feng Yi scrolled through his phone and saw several posts about it. The online popularity was quite decent. The Titanoboa model and the topic of "Brother Se" were frequently mentioned by netizens, benefiting both Feng Yi and the Yang City Natural History Museum.

Feng Yi only casually glanced at the topics about Brother Se online, then went to pay attention to the serious reports by the official media.

Among the news reports from Yang City’s official media, one included a photo of the certificate presentation.

He was now an official member of the Joint Protection Bureau’s Expert Committee, an official consultant!

Even though it was just a junior consultant position, it was still a higher level of expertise compared to before!

Wasn’t this honor? Not to mention the recognition from the Joint Protection Bureau, how valuable was that!

Not every junior consultant could get into the Expert Committee; his ability to catch snakes was outstanding and irreplaceable!

Feng Yi scrolled through the official news with a bit of pride, shared it on his social media, and saved the picture to his phone.

As soon as the news was shared, comments and likes kept pouring in. A director of a variety show that had previously rented Feng Yi’s courtyard even left a message:

[So you’re really on the road to being an expert with no turning back, not even giving the entertainment industry a second glance? Come cameo in a variety show when you’re free!]

Today, during the museum’s opening ceremony, Feng Yi had already made it clear in an interview that he wouldn’t enter the entertainment industry. Online topics about Feng Yi also mentioned this often, so these messages were not really inquiries but rather a form of exclamation and sigh.

Feng Yi replied to a few who had sent him private messages.

He had no time for the entertainment industry; as a special consultant, he didn’t have time to shoot films!

After checking the news and replying to messages, Feng Yi looked at the time and saw it was very late. He turned off the light, put the phone away, coiled his body into a comfortable position, and closed his eyes to sleep.

In his bedroom, he was always in a relaxed state, active in his original form.

Gathering sleepiness, his busy mind was in a state of rest and repair.

Just about to fall asleep, his phone rang.

In the darkness, Feng Yi opened his eyes.

His pupils were narrow vertical slits, dilated due to the insufficient light in the room.

In his emotionless eyes that seemed to hold no warmth, it was impossible to discern any feelings.

But in the environment around him, it was as though numerous restless particles were darting about. If there were other creatures here, they would surely feel unease without reason.

Feng Yi stretched out his arm to grab his phone and looked at the caller ID.

It was Old Man Feng’s secretary.

His brain still seemed to be in standby mode, and his emotional reactions appeared much slower on his face.

He pressed the answer button:

"Speak."

With just one word, his voice betrayed no ups and downs, also accompanied by a slightly disturbing hiss.

The secretary on the other end of the call frowned slightly and continued, "Mr. Yi, sorry to bother you at this hour. I am the Old Man’s secretary."

Feng Yi responded with an unenthusiastic "Mm," indicating that he knew.

The secretary, listening carefully to the sound from Feng Yi’s side, said, "Is this a good time for you to talk, Mr. Yi? The Old Man would like to have a word with you."

Feng Yi yawned.

The secretary paused for a moment, then handed the phone to Old Man Feng sitting beside him. Covering the phone’s microphone, he whispered into Old Man Feng’s ear, "It’s very quiet over there, his voice sounds a bit odd, not sure if he’s already asleep."

After speaking, the secretary stepped back, far enough that he couldn’t hear the voice on the other end of the call. Once he was in position, the secretary rubbed the goosebumps on his arm. He wasn’t sure what was going on; it wasn’t cold, but a moment ago when he answered the call it was as if he suddenly felt a chill that made his hairs stand up.

Old Man Feng’s expression was as unpleasant as ever, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes upon hearing the secretary’s words.

Old Man Feng usually went to bed early, but he was in a bad mood tonight, with a lot on his mind, and couldn’t sleep. In the end, he decided to give Feng Yi a call.

He knew it was late, but he also knew that the younger ones, especially people like Feng Chi, would not go to bed so early; this was their prime time.

He thought Feng Yi was the same and hadn’t expected that Feng Yi had already gone to bed.

However, Old Man Feng didn’t think he had done anything wrong. As he spoke, he naturally carried a condescending tone: "You sure sleep soundly."

Feng Yi didn’t care about Old Man Feng’s attitude and replied lightly, "I’m young, still growing, so I need more sleep."

Old Man Feng wanted to curse — what growth for someone in their twenties! But remembering the purpose of his call, he held back.

Accustomed to having absolute authority in the family for many years and known for his iron-fisted control, he was not accustomed to speaking delicately.

"The matter I mentioned last time, I’ll exchange a third of my assets for it."

Because he was on the phone, Old Man Feng didn’t elaborate, but Feng Yi knew what he was referring to.

The only thing that Old Man Feng was still preoccupied with now was the Feng Family secret.

Moreover, a third of his assets was the most significant concession Old Man Feng could offer.

The rest of his assets, for now, he could not easily touch.

Even just a third was more than tempting enough.

Feng Chi always said that even a tiny bit slipping through the fingers of the old man was enough for an ordinary person to live on for a lifetime.

Even a profligate like Feng Chi was tempted, not to mention one-third of the total wealth in the old man’s hands!

Feng Yi was tempted too, but he knew the deal could not be made.

The secret must absolutely not be revealed!

If Old Man Feng knew the secret, Feng Yi’s good days would be over.

Feng Yi’s tone remained calm, betraying no emotion, "I have no interest in your wealth."

There was a pause on the other end before Old Man Feng continued, "Don’t you want to know the whereabouts of the traitor?"

The one who had partnered with Feng Yi in starting a studio and then betrayed him, donating the money and fleeing, still hadn’t been caught.

Since Feng Yi learned that Old Man Feng had been involved in the studio affair, he knew the person would not be so easily found.

Of course, Feng Yi had never forgotten that traitor!

He also knew that Old Man Feng was using this to provoke him and that it was also a bargaining chip in the negotiations.

The heavy tail on the mattress swept back and forth lazily, making a soft rustling sound.

In the room, every particle in the air seemed to grow restless.

"I will find them myself."

Feng Yi spoke without any inflection, each word reaching the utmost level of calmness, accompanied by a slight hissing noise that was hardly noticeable—as if it were an illusion or distortion caused by interference in the call.

Old Man Feng felt uncomfortable hearing this, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. Perhaps it was the attitude of that young bastard Feng Yi, or perhaps because it was rare for him to stay up so late, and his body was showing signs of fatigue and protest.

Old Man Feng’s expression darkened, "You’ll regret this!"

"I won’t."

After speaking, Feng Yi hung up the phone.

Throwing his phone aside, Feng Yi lay on his bed, quietly thinking about the old man and last year’s studio incident.

Felt wronged? Frustrated?

It seemed like maybe a little, yet not really.

Emotions were becoming more and more diluted.

The tail flicked up, curling into a question mark shape in the air before swinging back.

Feng Yi reached for the tip of his tail, using it as a pillow behind his head.

The studio incident, whether it was the Feng Family who had instigated it or the collaborator who betrayed him, Old Man Feng was the one behind them both. In the end, it was an issue between him and Old Man Feng; if he could resolve things with Old Man Feng, the rest was no problem.

At present, neither he nor Old Man Feng could do anything to each other, but this standstill wouldn’t last forever. One was on the verge of decay, and the other in the prime of life; it was clear who would benefit as time went on. Therefore, Feng Yi was not in a hurry.

Rushing was useless; he could only stay in a dormant state for now.

But Old Man Feng would be more anxious.

He just needed to guard against Old Man Feng using some extreme methods.

For the moment, Feng Yi had clear goals. Instead of worrying about all those useless things and getting involved in messy affairs, it was better to focus on his own business.

Earn more money, get more connections, then he would have a greater advantage against Old Man Feng and a higher success rate in searching for people.

Ultimately, what he lacked was money and manpower.

And then there was the matter of the venom, which was even more important; he had no energy left to keep engaging in futile arguments with Old Man Feng.

Before leaving Yang City, Director He even encouraged Feng Yi to take on more tasks from the United Guarantee Bureau, but for the moment, Feng Yi couldn’t afford to take them on. He had to see the progress of the venom issue before he could take on tasks from the United Guarantee Bureau.

The following day, Feng Yi went to find Wu.

"We can start with the venom issue, right?" asked Feng Yi.

"If you’ve made this decision after careful consideration, of course. Of course, we can start!" Wu answered.

Before Feng Yi made his final choice, Wu didn’t reveal much because Feng Yi’s decision would determine how much he could know.

After some thought, Wu asked, "I will arrange a meeting with the manager of the laboratory. Would you choose not to meet and just talk, or meet and then talk?"

Without hesitation, Feng Yi said, "Set up a time to meet."

Having been betrayed before, Feng Yi preferred to meet people in person, so he could discern their reliability through their micro-expressions and emotions.

Since Feng Yi had already made a choice, the smile on Wu’s face grew wider. Feng Yi’s decision to research the venom was a good thing for him.

Seeing that Feng Yi didn’t seem too happy, Wu, as a private doctor, didn’t inquire too much about personal matters beyond his professional duties. However, he could tell that Feng Yi was preoccupied, and noticing Feng Yi glancing at the lab equipment from time to time, Wu thought that Feng Yi was worried about funding; after all, the instruments the lab lacked were not cheap.

In response, Wu consoled him, "After meeting with the laboratory manager, besides providing the venom, you won’t need to expend much effort. That’s their job, and the salary will also come from their earnings. You can still do what you want, just like we discussed before, to gain a more significant role within the United Guarantee Bureau, moving from an ’advanced expert’ to a ’senior expert’."

Feng Yi: "Hmm?"

Wu spoke earnestly, "Money is just a number, don’t worry too much about it."

Feng Yi: "..."

What kind of pretentious crap are you spouting!