Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 429 - 300 Special Design Edition_3

Chapter 429: Chapter 300 Special Design Edition_3

Under the blurry lights, the exhaled smoke seemed ethereal.

"The Feng Family from Yang City, they once had some impressive characters... Such a shame, they didn’t outlive that old man!"

In a tropical country, a small village.

The sound of a motorcycle approached from a distance and stopped in front of a residence.

A young man carrying a large durian walked in. His gaze swept the room, not finding a familiar figure.

"Grandma? Where are you?" the young man called out.

"Over here."

An aged voice responded from inside the house.

The young man’s face showed a slight relief as he quickly followed the voice.

At this time, instead of sitting at the door picking vegetables or chatting with neighbors as usual, the old woman was inside, leaning against a window, wearing reading glasses, deeply frowning at an invitation in her hands.

"What are you looking at?" The young man walked over and bent down to read the printed characters.

The old lady handed it to him directly so he could see it more clearly.

"Ancestral hall worship? What does this have to do with us?" the young man wondered.

The old woman looked out the window, "This branch of mine isn’t that closely related to them."

The young man nodded, "No wonder I don’t remember them."

His great-grandparents had emigrated here. His grandmother’s hometown wasn’t in Yang City but in another water town city, where he had gone on vacation with his grandmother when he was young.

He had never been to Yang City.

The young man asked, "Do you want to go?"

The old woman smiled, "Grandma can’t make the trip anymore, you go in grandma’s place."

"Me? Am I okay to go?"

"Call this number and ask," the old woman said, pointing to the phone number on the back of the invitation.

The young man pulled out his cellphone, dialed the number, and introduced himself with his grandmother’s name, explaining the situation.

"Yes, my grandmother is old and it’s inconvenient for her to travel... My surname is Feng, and my Chinese name is the same as my grandmother’s... Oh, a QR code..."

After the call, he scanned the QR code inside the invitation and followed the instructions step by step to fill in the information.

"Proof of identity... Kinship relationship..."

"Hey, they even cover the flight ticket! Consider it a public expense trip!" said the young man joyfully while entering the details, "The organizer of this event is really generous. They must have spent a lot of money!"

"Is it possible?" the old woman asked.

"It’s doable," replied the young man.

"Make sure someone takes care of the orchard."

"Yeah, someone will look after it, I don’t need to be there in person."

The young man checked the procedures required. They weren’t troublesome.

"Grandma, I’ll attend this event and swing by your old home on the way. It’s been over a decade; I wonder if anything has changed? I’ll video call you then!"

The old lady’s eyes crinkled with a smile, "Good, that would be nice."

On the other side of the continental plate.

Inside an apartment, a young man fervently typed on his computer keyboard, slaving away on his thesis.

The door opened, and someone walked in.

He didn’t look up.

Soon, however, the delightful scent of food filled the room, dragging away the attention of the man glued to his computer screen.

He raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes.

He looked towards the person standing not far away—it was his dad’s special assistant.

This assistant, exuding an elite demeanor, brought over the food, stating in a flat tone, "You need to rest."

"Thanks, just put it aside, I’ll eat after I finish these two paragraphs."

As he prepared to continue his thesis, a finely crafted letter was handed to him.

The young man took it with a look of confusion.

"Is there some important event happening soon that I’m not aware of? A bilingual invitation... what is this?"

He looked puzzled like an old man struggling with a smartphone on the metro.

Beside him, the elite assistant explained, "As you see, it’s an invitation."

The young man said, "I recognize every word on it!"

With an incredulous expression, he examined the bilingual invitation in his hand.

"Hard to imagine that such... ceremonies exist!"

"Of course, in some places, this isn’t uncommon," the assistant said.

"I’m ignorant then; I’ve been to many cities and never seen this before. Wow, I’m a bit curious. But that’s it."

His eyes drifted to the name on it.

"This Chinese name sounds familiar. Whose is it?" he asked.

"Your father’s," said the assistant.

"...Oh."

The young man tossed the invitation back, "Then go find my dad."

The assistant placed the invitation flat on the computer desk, "Your father has two important meetings at that time, so he hopes you can attend on his behalf."

"No time! I’ve got to write my thesis!" the young man buried his head, typing furiously.

"Your paper’s deadline is next weekend. You have time," said the assistant.

"Piss off! Not going! You’ll have to tie me up and carry me onto the plane if you think I will!"

The assistant’s demeanor remained calm, his voice even, "Yang City is only a two-hour drive from the headquarters of the Ancestral Factory."

The young man typing earnestly paused, his lips pressed tightly.

The assistant continued, "After attending the event, you could take a taxi directly to the Ancestral Factory for a close-up visit, and you might even catch the limited product sale."

"Cough, don’t think you can dictate my schedule! Get lost, don’t distract me from my thesis!" the young man dove back into typing, and after a little while, "...just let me know when the flight is booked!"

Limited product sale huh...

The Ancestral Factory’s Y-series active proteins, a mesmerizing, miraculous substance, even more stunning and complex than the previous S-series!

How many researchers had burnt their hair out and still couldn’t crack its secrets?

What kind of genius could create such a miraculous substance as if it were a blessing from the gods?

The core driving force of the Ancestral Factory, truly awe-inspiring!

It’s just a pity that the Y-series active proteins and their derivatives from the Ancestral Factory were limited for purchase.

Apart from a few organizations and institutions that had close cooperation with the Ancestral Factory, others who wanted to buy would have to compete!

It’s usually reserved online.

Usually sold out instantly.

He couldn’t help but imagine: if he went to the headquarters of the Ancestral Factory, would there be some delightful encounters?

Going to Yang City for this ceremony wasn’t out of the question, just show up, sign in, and leave!