Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 428 - 300 Special Design Edition_2

Chapter 428: Chapter 300 Special Design Edition_2

Having sorted out the zodiac coin designs, Feng Yi made a trip to the zoo to check on "Little Koi Carp," the reticulated python he had sponsored.

The little guy was a voracious eater and had grown slightly larger than other hatchlings of the same period.

The staff at the zoo’s reptile house were surprised. By all accounts, Feng Yi had visited the zoo so few times, he could count them on one hand, and each visit was followed by his absence for many days, a frequency not enough for the little python to remember his scent.

Yet, every time Feng Yi came by, the little python acted as if it recognized him, immediately slithering over from its corner where it had been sleeping. If the cage was open, it would curl around Feng Yi’s hand as if showing affection.

This turned the reptile house staff’s common knowledge on its head.

Feng Yi knew that "Little Koi Carp’s" uncharacteristic behavior compared to other pythons was likely related to the active substances it had previously encountered. Initially weak within its egg, it was Feng Yi’s infusion of active substances that boosted its vitality, allowing it to survive.

These substances had also enhanced the little python’s recognition of Feng Yi, thereby encouraging its affectionate behavior.

Of course, Feng Yi would not explain these reasons.

Whenever the zoo staff marveled at this, Feng Yi would just smile or casually respond. He wasn’t serious, and neither were they.

After all, no one can be certain about genetics, and it’s understandable for a group to contain a few exceptions.

The zoo staff were happy to witness this scene, as it added to the topic of conversations, providing ample material for future marketing.

Beyond visiting the little python, Feng Yi also observed the zoo’s cultural and creative designs.

Since his last visit, the zoo had added a variety of new cultural and creative products. Feng Yi quickly glanced through them and deemed them irrelevant for reference.

The philosophies behind them differed, as did their tendencies. Some designs were fit for the zoo but unsuitable for Feng Yi’s zodiac coins.

Moreover, perhaps from having seen too many of the butler’s design albums, some of the zoo’s cultural and creative products struck Feng Yi as somewhat superficial.

After leaving the zoo, Feng Yi also visited the construction site to check on the progress of his private collection museum and the new specimen models that had been added to the warehouse.

The models were being crafted one by one, but Feng Yi still occasionally placed additional orders. The model makers were always busy.

For instance, not long ago Feng Yi had accompanied Captain Wen and the patrol team into the mountains for a mission. Upon their return, he sent the photos and videos of the Qing Emperor Python and the cauliflower viper to the model makers, placing a new order.

This was also part of the collection process, enriching the holdings of the museum.

While Feng Yi was busy with his zodiac coin minting project, the invites sent out by the Feng Family from Yang City were gradually reaching their intended recipients.

Old Man Feng had organized a delivery team specifically tasked with sending out invitations, with each person responsible for their own area. Of course, they weren’t going to visit every area in person; some designated as important guests would be personally attended to, while others would be delegated to their subordinates to handle.

The number of people listed as "clan relatives" by Old Man Feng was immense.

A large tree branches out widely.

On the same tree, some leaves are tender and plump, while others have long since withered and died. This is a natural occurrence.

Some soar, while others fall.

Different individuals have their own fates and their own lives.

The younger generation’s development varies as well.

Across the sea.

On a bustling street, a new luxury hotel had its grand opening, complete with a bonanza of various experience projects, and invitations extended to elites from all walks of society and mainstream media.

The top-floor suite.

A well-dressed middle-aged man looked at the invitation that his subordinate had just handed him.

This invitation had been delivered personally by a designated individual from the Feng Family in Yang City. The text on the invitation wasn’t mass-printed but written by Old Man Feng himself, and when unfolded, it still released the fragrance of ink, as if carrying with it profound sincerity.

The middle-aged man looked at the invitation in his hands, let out an ambiguous laugh, and lifted his chin.

The person standing beside him immediately understood, picking up a cigar and lighter.

The middle-aged man reclined comfortably on the sofa and leisurely blew a smoke ring.

"Ridiculous! What era are we in, playing this game with me? Who does he think he is? Does he think he’s writing an imperial edict?"

The way it’s written in here is so sanctimonious, but doesn’t it mean that not attending would be akin to denying one’s ancestors?

Tch!

"That old man, if his sister were still around, would he be so arrogant? Who is he impressing with this charade?!"

The man’s eyes were filled with mockery.

"He didn’t dare build it for so many years, suppressed by his own sister to the point where he couldn’t even fart! Now he’s building a new ancestral hall, as if nobody knows the reason behind it!"

Ancestral temple, what ancestral temple?

The ancestor we’re commemorating isn’t ours!

We’re not from the same branch as the Feng Family from Yang City!

His great-grandfather’s great-grandfather’s great-grandfather and the other party’s counterpart weren’t born of the same mother!

The lineage had separated eight hundred years ago, and it was only because of business cooperation that they maintained some contact for a while, but not much.

In terms of wealth and confidence, he harbored no fear.

In terms of lineage, he was in no way inferior!

According to generational hierarchy, he was actually of the same generation as Old Man Feng.

He carelessly tossed the invitation aside.

The person next to him tentatively asked, "So, boss, about this ancestral worship ceremony, are you going to attend?"

The middle-aged man exhaled the smoke he was holding and hummed indifferently, "Yes, I’ll go. Not for his sake, nor to pay homage to his ancestors. I just want to see if I can meet some old friends, get to know a few interesting people too, yeah, just for a change of pace."