Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 364 - 264 Migration_1

Chapter 364: Chapter 264 Migration_1

After the award ceremony, Feng Yi’s online popularity surged once again.

This award was tantamount to receiving acknowledgment from an official authoritative institution.

Of course, what the online crowd was most curious about was the pair of sunglasses he offered for auction.

Who exactly won the bid?

The major brands that they speculated about didn’t win the bid, and to snatch something from the hands of these major brands, one must definitely be no ordinary person!

The most common guess was that Feng Yi had bought it himself.

Some said it could be a wealthy fan who secretly won the bid and didn’t want others to know, keeping it as a collectible.

Whichever the possibility, it was certain the sunglasses fetched a high price.

The total amount raised in this auction was much higher compared to the last two. As for the older auctions, there were no limits on the items offered, many were valuable, so the total amounts were not low either.

Overall, after adjusting the auction requirements, this edition was the highest-grossing one. Feng Yi alone raised the total amount substantially.

Naturally, this money had nothing to do with the awardees as soon as taxes were paid—it all went into ecological conservation efforts.

Having finished the award ceremony, Feng Yi stayed home.

After completing his mission, he didn’t plan on going out. Finally having more time to spend at home, to relax in his true form, he certainly cherished it.

By the time the next mission started, he wouldn’t be as comfortable and cozy outside.

However, Feng Yi still needed to attend the construction ceremony for Steve’s private protection institution.

Unlike the low-key commencement of Feng Yi’s own museum, Steve arranged for a more grand and lively construction ceremony, inviting many people.

The establishment of this protection institution indeed couldn’t happen without everyone’s support in the background, or else the approval processes could take a very long time.

When Feng Yi arrived at the site, he could see many red-topped sunshades standing from afar.

The ground was made smoother for today’s ceremony.

There were colorful flags and banners at the edge of the field, with hostesses greeting guests in front of the large rainbow arch.

Tables and chairs were placed for guests to rest, with waiters moving between the sunshades, serving tea and snacks.

A large stage was set up inside the area with an event host invited, but despite the intense heat, Steve didn’t make the ceremony overly complex or cumbersome.

As the crowd almost filled up and on Steve’s cue, the host went on stage to deliver the opening speech. Then, aside from inviting a few leaders to speak, Steve himself gave a few sincere remarks.

Following that, incense was burned, and the ceremony proceeded.

Then came a cheerful session of music performed with various instruments.

Feng Yi looked over.

His expression gradually lost control.

The other guests present were not much better than Feng Yi; they seemed to be shocked yet found it somewhat expected.

They saw a festively dressed dragon dance troupe enter, moving in an "S" shape to the brassy music, dancing their way in.

It is not unusual to invite dragon and lion dance troupes for performances at important events or special days to add to the atmosphere.

But what if they were not dancing a dragon dance, but a snake dance?

The long protrusions at the forefront "dragon’s head" were clearly snake tongues, not dragon whiskers!

Feng Yi watched the "long snake" wind its way with the adept control and coordinated cooperation of the dragon dance performers, momentarily unsure how to express his feelings at the moment.

Steve had by then walked over.

Feng Yi asked him, "That is..."

Steve, with a sense of accomplishment, looked towards the forefront’s "long snake" and said, "Yes, it is made in the image of ’Little Citrus’! I specifically asked for skilled craftsmen to create a large snake based on ’Little Citrus’s appearance!"

Steve personally went shopping for materials and watched over the craftsmen as they worked. It could be said that every detail of this dancing "long snake" was made according to Steve’s preference.

Feng Yi curiously asked, "And the dragon dance troupe performing, they took on this job?"

Steve shook his head, his tone containing a hint of regret, "The well-known professional dragon dance teams in Yang City, after hearing my request, refused steadfastly! So, I had to find others who take on private gigs. They dance well, too; truly good-looking!"

Steve looked at the dragon (snake) troupe, or more precisely, at the long snake they were dancing with.

He was so excited that he was on the verge of tears.

"Looking at it, I can almost see ’Little Citrus’ in a decade or so. Oh, sorry, I’m just too moved!"

Feng Yi: "..."

Caught by a flash from the corner of his eye, Feng Yi looked over.

And he saw, following the "long snake," another ten or so colorful ribbon dragons... no, ribbon snakes whirling their way in.

Compared to the multiple people needed to dance the "big snake" in front, these ribbon dragons, commonly seen on squares and lawns for fitness, were agile enough for one person to manage.

The performers were particularly professional, with excellent expression management, everyone’s faces brimming with passion and jubilation, as the ribbons were danced with exceptional vigor.

Feng Yi stared woodenly at the "ribbon dragons."

Or rather, ribbon snakes!

Green viper colors, black gold python colors, green tree boa colors, and various other morph colors...

That rich array of colors, along with their vibrant energy.

At first glance, it looked like some kind of ritual was taking place!

A quick glance around.

Indeed, many faces were starting to twitch.

Up close, a herpetology researcher from a research base opened his mouth to say something but seeing Steve’s excited appearance, he forcibly held back.

Not only that, but he had to force a supportive smile when the camera lens was pointed at him.

Applause!

Clap clap clap!

The atmosphere on-site was lively.

As for the thoughts of the guests beneath this liveliness, that was unknown.

Feng Yi also put on his business smile, so as not to be caught off guard when the camera faced him.

When the camera shifted towards others, Feng Yi asked Steve, "And these people, where did you find them?"

Steve said, "Folk art troupes! True talents are found amongst the people!"

Satisfied, Steve turned his gaze back and asked Feng Yi, "So, what do you think?"

Feng Yi paused, then replied, "Unique!"

The performance with personalized folk art arranged by Steve was indeed memorable for everyone.

Even a long time after that, every time they saw dragon or lion dance performances, the image of this moment would spring to mind.

Seizing the opportunity of the groundbreaking ceremony, Steve also promoted Feng Yi’s personal collection museum to everyone.

It wasn’t far, but surrounded by construction sites, the roads were rough and dusty, and it was inconvenient to visit. Everyone just noted the location.

Some also wondered, why had Steve and Feng Yi both chosen this site?

Could there be something special about the place?

After the ceremony was over, Feng Yi didn’t head back right away.

He first visited the museum construction site, and took a few curious visitors to look around. These few mainly wanted to understand what Feng Yi was planning to create, how many models he would display, and whether it would be open to the public in the future.

Feng Yi replied to each question.

When the visitors left, Feng Yi departed from the construction site and went alone to the temporary model storage warehouse.

He had already bought this warehouse. Jia had upgraded the security system, so there was no need to worry about easy break-ins here.

After browsing on his phone for a while, Feng Chi rode over on his little electric moped.

To avoid being recognized, Feng Chi had made some simple disguises, and of course, nobody could recognize him with the helmet on.

Today, Feng Yi had agreed to meet with Feng Chi so he could haul off the "Cobra."

The "Cobra" was that transformable car.

Feng Chi was about to make his variety show debut, and since Feng Yi was here for Steve’s groundbreaking ceremony, he got in touch with Feng Chi to come for the car.

"The truck has been contacted, I’ve sent the driver the location; they should arrive here in about twenty minutes or so," he said.

After parking the moped to the side and setting his helmet aside, Feng Chi took the bottle of water that Feng Yi handed him and chugged it down vigorously.

"Man, it’s so hot today! Aren’t you hot, bro? You’re not even sweating!"

Feng Yi: "A calm mind keeps one cool."

Feng Chi cursed with a laugh, "Yeah right! It’s clearly the electric fan doing the work!"

After washing his face in the warehouse restroom, Feng Chi came back and sat down, talking to Feng Yi about the variety show.

"There’s a script, but there’s also a lot of room for improvisation. Tch, although I feel like I’m well-prepared, I’m still nervous."

"Once the recording starts, you’ll relax," said Feng Yi.

He knew Feng Chi’s personality; in front of a camera, he had a particularly strong desire to perform.

Feng Chi hummed but didn’t argue.

"The show’s crew asked that I prepare some kind of talent performance. Singing was already chosen by another guest, so I picked street dance. It’s exhausting. I’ve been practicing for so long recently, I could fall asleep while applying a face mask."

Licking his lips, Feng Chi then asked, "Bro, did you kill a chicken at that groundbreaking ceremony today?"

Feng Yi: "They didn’t kill one during the formal ceremony, but Steve quietly took care of one afterward."

Feng Chi’s face showed anticipation, "Where’s the chicken?"

Feng Yi: "He took it with him."

Feng Chi sighed heavily, "Ah!"

Speaking of groundbreaking reminded Feng Chi of something else.

"Right, bro, the old man is probably going to hire someone to move the graves on Xiao Feng Mountain soon."

The Feng Family’s ancestors were buried in a public cemetery plot on Xiao Feng Mountain.

A long time ago, they were buried in private graves, but as the regulations for Xiao Feng Mountain became stricter, all private graves were ordered to be removed, so they were moved to the public cemetery.

However, the ancestral house and the clan hall remained unchanged.

The plaques of the family elders were also there.

Feng Chi had mentioned before that the old man wanted to move the clan hall, and naturally, the graves of the family elders would have to be moved too.

Feng Chi continued, "The old man wants to get everything done before the Ghost Festival."

Feng Yi: "Ghost Festival?"

Feng Chi gave him a knowing look, "It’s convenient for ancestor worship, right? He’ll probably organize a grand ancestral worship ceremony. You know how much he loves face; how could he do something without making a big deal out of it?"

Seeing that Feng Yi didn’t care much, Feng Chi spoke even more casually.

Knowing Feng Yi was familiar with Mute Uncle from the ancestral house, Feng Chi mentioned these things so Feng Yi would be prepared and avoid unnecessary conflict.

Feng Yi laughed, "That guy Mute Uncle can’t wait to get the clan hall moved faster; he won’t stand in the way."

Years ago, when the mountain was not as strictly managed, the family had plenty of houses and land. The clan hall didn’t have to be built there; with the Feng family’s wealth at the time, they could have chosen a more spacious site and built it more impressively.

The current ancestral house on Xiao Feng Mountain was renovated by Great-grandma with her own money. Feng Yi didn’t know what the original house looked like, but it definitely wasn’t as large as it was now.

The family elders considered it a treasured spot, even believing that building the clan hall there could bring them more fortune and protection.

However, clearly, the old man didn’t think so and even believed that the house on the mountain, renovated by Great-grandma, wasn’t a good place.

The old man decided to move the family elders’ graves to another place. He had found a master to select a feng shui treasure land for the new burial site, relocate the clan hall there, and also wanted to make a big event out of ancestor worship during the Ghost Festival.

But Feng Yi felt that if there really were spirits in the world, it wouldn’t be a grand ancestral worship site but might well turn into a grand face-slapping scene.

Suddenly, Feng Yi remembered a phrase played from Mute Uncle’s phone:

[Unfilial child!]

Was Mute Uncle waiting for this day for a long time?

Obstruction?

Conflict?

No way, he might even celebrate by setting off fireworks.

Xiao Feng Mountain.

As the sunset, the light gradually dimmed, and the sounds of the construction site and traffic at the foot of the mountain also drifted away.

The mountain at night, the old house, the mute old man.

These keywords together seem to paint a picture of loneliness and desolation.

However...

Mute Uncle was lying on a chair, legs propped up, holding a smartphone in his hands, skillfully controlling his character in the game, achieving today’s peak pentakill.

The Bluetooth speaker beside him was cheerfully singing:

"Oh the joys of our common folk today~ The joys of our common folk (roar), the joys of today~ Yo ho yo ho yo ho yay!"