Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 433 - 302: Differential Treatment_2

Chapter 433: Chapter 302: Differential Treatment_2

"Could it mean that this is the legitimate, main ancestral hall of their branch?"

"Legitimate?" Feng Shou asked, puzzled. "I heard from my grandma that the Feng Clan’s legitimacy isn’t the same as other families."

"Then it’s just the main ancestral hall for their branch. As for legitimacy, I don’t know."

They didn’t know much about these things and didn’t dwell on it.

"Is the door closed?" Feng Shou curiously looked.

"It’s not time yet, it starts at nine. Let’s go rest in that room over there, have some tea and enjoy the breeze, there’s someone to welcome us."

Feng Zheng and their group were led by the reception staff into a room on the side.

Decorated in an antique style, as they stepped into the room, a cool breeze hit them, suddenly dispelling the heat from the crowd.

Feng Zheng shook his arms and whispered to Feng Shou, "Do you feel a draft?"

Feng Shou pointed to a corner: "Is it possible... that it’s air conditioning?"

Feng Zheng coughed lightly and said with an embarrassed smile, "That design is way too inconspicuous."

While they were talking, another person came in.

A young man in a white shirt and black vest, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked a bit artsy, sweeping a somewhat cold glance around the room.

Feng Zheng took the initiative to greet him: "Hey brother, are you also a clan member?"

"Perhaps, I’m here in place of my father," the young man said.

"Eh? Me too! My name’s Feng Zheng."

"I’m Feng..."

The young man paused mid-sentence, took out his ID to check the name on it, "My name’s Feng Cheng, ’Cheng’ as in success."

Not a trace of embarrassment for not remembering his name showed on his face, still speaking with the same indifferent tone: "I rarely use my Chinese name, I’m not too familiar with it."

"Oh I see, no problem. This is Feng Shou, by the way, I saw quite a few clan members from overseas coming for the ceremony today. But many people coming from overseas have an accent, your Mandarin pronunciation is quite good though," Feng Zheng said.

"Necessities for business," Feng Cheng replied.

Every day he would browse the official website of Ancestral Factory, keep up with the launches of their new products, and watch every video they release.

Ancestral Factory’s product launches are mostly in Chinese. Feng Cheng once had the good fortune to have a brief exchange with Ancestral Factory’s CEO, Geng Yang, at an important medical conference.

President Yue told him it was rare to meet someone who spoke such good Mandarin and even gave him a precious sample as a small gift.

He had been practicing his Chinese for a few days before coming here, preparing for more in-depth interactions at the Ancestral Factory headquarters.

Coming to Yang City to participate in the event was not only to fulfill the task his father had given him but also to get a feel for the environment and to prepare for the next part of his trip.

Feng Cheng glanced impatiently at his watch, "Does the ceremony have to start precisely on time? How long will it last?"

"Uh... it’s our first time participating too," Feng Zheng said.

"Unbelievable, I’m actually going to waste my precious time on such a thing!"

With that, Feng Cheng found a corner to sit down and took out his phone to browse the latest posts on Ancestral Factory’s official website.

Feng Zheng initially wanted to talk more with this clan member, but seeing his behavior, he gave up and continued to chat with Feng Shou about the information he had gathered.

"I heard there are people here who specialize in repairing the family genealogy. We can take a look at it, maybe we can trace back the connections of our families from 500 years ago."

Feng Shou hesitated, "But I heard from my grandma that the Feng Clan’s genealogy is different from other clans’ genealogies, it’s not completely recorded."

"Relatively complete is good enough, no one can claim that their family genealogy is absolutely correct and complete."

In another room not far from theirs.

Feng Chi stared with dead-fish eyes at a young man not far away. The man was wearing headphones, his eyes half-closed and appearing very absorbed, humming and twisting to the music.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Chi took out his phone to message Feng Yi:

[That idiot’s at it again! No wonder he can’t even hit the D-list as a singer! So pretentious! The cringe is giving me goosebumps, and I just want to call someone to chuck him out!]

Feng Yi replied: [Can’t leave?]

Feng Chi: [No choice, an old man’s task, I’ve been holding out since early morning!]

Looking around, Feng Chi added:

[Actually, I’m okay, most of the work is handled by my dad and his siblings. Our generation is pretty much just entertaining the young people or looking after kids. Those kids sure have energy!]

Feng Yi: [A lot of people invited for the ancestral ceremony bring their kids?]

Feng Chi: [Not too many overall, but you don’t know, 4 kids can make as much noise as 8 people!]

After a while, Feng Chi finally had some free time.

He wanted to tell his parents he was stepping out for some fresh air but seeing his mom’s face stiffen as she chatted with a few women nearby, he guessed the topic of conversation wasn’t very pleasant.

He decided not to go over and just sent a message instead.

He stepped outside.

Outside, there were clusters of clan members too, men and women, mostly young people.

Feng Chi narcissistically touched his face, worried someone might covet his handsome features!

Nevertheless, he preferred being outside in the open to breathe some fresh air than staying indoors.

He continued walking out, meandering through the grounds outside.

A moment later.

Feng Chi came to a stark realization of a very harsh truth—he was not popular!

He thought he had gained some fame after a while in the entertainment industry and had even trended online a few times, so he should have some recognizability.

But in this clan gathering, very few actually recognized him!

Or maybe there were many from overseas?

Anyway, he was still far from his goal.

Feng Chi sighed, urging Feng Yi with a message.

Feng Chi: [Bro, when are you getting here?]