Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 450 - 310: Standing at the Wind’s Mouth, Even Pigs Will Fly_3

Chapter 450: Chapter 310: Standing at the Wind’s Mouth, Even Pigs Will Fly_3

Looking back now, it was just an exchange between "legitimate" lines.

Uncle Bao thought of the people from the Feng Family in Yang City.

Old Man Feng, did he not know that both his younger sister and grandson were "legitimate"?

Not necessarily!

If he wasn’t aware that Feng Yi was "legitimate," given that old man’s temper, Feng Yi would’ve dared to openly confront him, and the old man would have taken heavy-handed measures long ago. Since he was only making moves covertly, it must be because he was wary!

With this in mind, one could be sure that the old man was well aware of who was considered "legitimate" in the Feng Clan’s generation!

And for this reason, Uncle Bao found the old man’s thoughts unfathomable.

What was he thinking?

Could it be resentment that the "legitimacy" was not on him, so he took it out on heaven and earth and everyone else?

Thinking about the old man’s personality and his current style of conduct, it was indeed possible.

But was it worth it?

A younger sister, a grandson, if he could have just held on to one of them, the development of Old Man Feng’s family would not have been limited to just Yang City!

However, speaking of which...

Sister Wei was formidable, Uncle Bao knew that. But regarding Feng Yi, though many knew he was wealthy, they were unaware of the source of his funds.

How much capital was hidden behind Feng Yi?

No matter what, it was definitely not negligible.

It seemed that Cui Lake was indeed a feng shui treasure land, which explained why two "legitimate" generations resided here.

Seeing his daughter looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought, Uncle Bao asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The little girl’s gaze still lingered on the nearby Cui Lake as she said, "I am reminded of two lines from a poem."

"Which poem?"

"’Mountains are not renowned for their height, but for the presence of immortals within. Waters are not renowned for their depth, but for the presence of dragons within.’"

Uncle Bao, after hearing this, paused for a moment, wanting to say something but then feeling as if there was no issue.

He did not know if there truly were ancestors revealing their spirits in the world, or if there existed some unknown mysterious forces. But the Feng Clan’s "legitimate" definitely had their extraordinary aspects!

Was it really because of the good feng shui here that they lived in this place?

Or was there a possibility: because they lived here, this place then had good feng shui?

——

Uncle Bao, having discovered "legitimate," went to visit Feng Yi on purpose.

Elsewhere, at the global headquarters of the Ancestral Factory.

A taxi stopped in the parking area near this globally renowned company.

A young man, dressed as if for a job interview, carrying a black briefcase, walked towards the building he had long admired.

Feng Cheng approached the global headquarters of the Ancestral Factory with a pilgrim-like fervor, his eyes burning with anticipation.

He admitted that the ancestral worship ceremonies at the Feng Family’s ancestral hall in Yang City had provided him with quite a fresh experience, but they were not enough to shake his convictions.

No matter whether the bizarre events were the work of ancestral spirits or simply a combination of coincidence and psychological suggestion, in his view, that’s all they were; he would not waste time and energy delving into them.

His convictions still lay here!

Ah—

This was the location of the global headquarters of the Ancestral Factory!

Indeed, even the building’s shape was so dazzling and captivating!

The enormous serpent symbol shimmered in the sunshine, each curve radiating dignity and wisdom!

Feng Cheng took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, and walked to the designated entrance. He presented his appointment proof and was then led into the building, arriving at the company’s history and culture wall. Today, he was visiting as a tourist.

Looking at the historical milestones and accolades displayed there, Feng Cheng felt an upsurge of reverence and longing!

Especially when viewing the founders’ group photo and reading the stories about their early ventures, the hardships and warmth, the bitterness and joy, it was as if he too had experienced, firsthand, the growth of a sapling into a towering tree!

Feng Cheng felt a surge of passion, his blood boiling as if he had just consumed ten large bowls of chicken soup!

He lamented not being born in the same era as the tycoons!

He regretted not being one of them!

His gaze shifted to the founders’ quotes.

As he read each line, he came across a statement—one made in jest by one of the company’s important founders—

"Standing at the mouth of the wind, even pigs can fly."

Feng Cheng felt that this founder was being too modest.

The Ancestral Factory indeed rose during an unusual climate, a time when society was unstable, markets were being reshuffled, and many industries were languishing. Yet, it was the medical sector that took off, and the Ancestral Factory was one of those that seized the opportunity.

At that time, indeed, many people got rich by going with the flow.

But how many could achieve what the Ancestral Factory did to such an extent?

You need more than just good fortune; you need real strength!

After all, there is only one Ancestral Factory in the world!

The cultural wall was filled with many inspirational quotes, which Feng Cheng had consumed. Yet, it was the one that said, "Standing at the mouth of the wind, even pigs can fly," that he found unconvincing and insipid.

Meanwhile, President Yue Gengyang (Geng), busy with his CEO duties at the Ancestral Factory, took a moment during his break to hear about the happenings at the company’s cultural wall from his assistant.

Every day, many people visited the Ancestral Factory headquarters to admire the grandeur of the tycoons and to reflect on their struggles.

Among today’s scheduled visitors was someone with the surname Feng. President Yue, upon hearing this, inquired further.

The assistant took a screenshot of the exhibition hall’s surveillance feed for President Yue to see.

Yue Gengyang, who had a good memory, recognized the person in the photo after a brief moment’s recollection.

"Oh, it’s him," he said.

President Yue had once attended an international conference abroad where he had interacted with this young man.

This youth spoke Chinese very well, and President Yue had even given him a small gift, primarily because of Feng Cheng’s surname.

In that country, people with the surname Feng were extremely rare, and at the time, President Yue thought it possible that he was from the Feng Clan.

It was right around the time when Feng Yi had just emerged, and the whole Ancestral Factory was poised for takeoff, ready to soar once again.

Back then, President Yue was in high spirits. The "wind mouth" had come, and they were about to take flight! Thus, upon meeting a young man who spoke Chinese well and shared the surname Feng, President Yue, delighted, presented him with a small gift.

Of course, he didn’t reveal the true reason, so he made up an excuse.

Now seeing Feng Cheng here, President Yue wondered if this young man was perhaps attending the ancestral ritual at the shrine in Yang City. Could he truly be a member of the Feng Clan?

Of course, the only person they cared about was Feng Yi; the rest of the Feng Clan didn’t matter to them.

President Yue’s thoughts returned to the cultural wall.

"Who knows how many people will be swayed by it."

The stories from the company’s early days that were displayed for all to see on the cultural wall were partly factual, but they had been edited and artistically modified, for certain core secrets could not be revealed.

The most straightforward and yet most misunderstood statement on the entire cultural wall was:

"Standing at the mouth of the wind, even pigs can fly."

Even the employees of the Ancestral Factory might not truly understand this phrase.

Different people had different interpretations. Some said that it referred to trends and opportunities, while others claimed it was specifically about the research environment and compensation here. However, nobody seemed to consider that the founder might have meant it quite literally:

"Wind mouth"—emitted by a certain substance from the mouth of someone with the surname Feng.

If the research didn’t yield results, it definitely meant that the ability was lacking!

But would the labs of the Ancestral Factory ever hire someone lacking ability?

With a domineering CEO’s aura, Yue Gengyang said coldly, "Standing at the mouth of the wind, even pigs can fly. If they can’t take off, then that’s a ’pig’ problem!"