Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 451 - 311 This is the Power of Science!_1

Chapter 451: Chapter 311 This is the Power of Science!_1

President Yue’s leisure time was not plentiful, and he quickly dove back into his busy work. He enjoyed his job.

As for the public visiting area of the building, that young man surnamed Feng did not stir any extra ripples in President Yue’s heart.

To President Yue, people with the surname Feng were of two kinds:

One kind was "at the cusp of the wind"; the other was everyone else.

Just after reviewing a batch of documents, President Yue received a message—another batch of "raw materials" had arrived at the headquarters lab.

Seeing the total amount of this batch of "raw materials," the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved upwards.

It’s good to be the boss at home, the supply is always plentiful!

Empowering!

A full sense of security!

There’s no worry about a shortage of supplies in the short term!

With his career ambitions peaking, and in a good mood, President Yue instructed his secretary to allocate another batch of prizes to the external lottery pool!

Ancestral Factory headquarters, the public visiting area.

Feng Cheng was staring at a large screen.

The screen was displaying the Ancestral Factory and its recent publicly disclosed research progress with partners from around the world.

Although Feng Cheng always paid attention to this kind of information, his channels were after all limited, but the Ancestral Factory had made a summary.

Looking at the research results of the various labs under the Ancestral Factory and teams throughout the world, both renowned and lesser-known, those dazzling accomplishments, those incredibly pressure-inducing research progressions...

Feng Cheng couldn’t help but take a deep breath, acutely feeling the urgency.

With research outcomes, being early meant winning, and being late meant losing!

The last thing Feng Cheng could accept was a loss!

After reviewing those results, Feng Cheng walked over to a lottery booth.

There was an activity here to reward loyal customers.

This "loyal customer" referred to the scattered kind of small customer, like Feng Cheng, who had purchased products from the Ancestral Factory, but due to competitive reasons, couldn’t buy much and couldn’t enjoy the treatment big customers received.

Limited to one entry per person, after presenting identification, Feng Cheng also participated.

He was lucky and received a precious sample of the "Ancestral Y" series of active substances. It wasn’t a large quantity, after all, it was just a sample, but this made Feng Cheng very happy!

He had won it through his own efforts!

Before coming here, many people in the alumni group said that it was hard enough to come here once, and all they got were souvenirs.

What keychains, stickers, backpacks, storage boxes, and so on, were of little use to them.

How lucky one had to be to draw a sample of the latest "Ancestral Y" products!

Feng Cheng was all smiles, going to the counter to fill in his delivery address.

This kind of precious sample required special storage, and since he didn’t bring a storage cabinet, he chose to have it shipped directly to his home and was willing to pay for the postage.

However, the Ancestral Factory of course would not be stingy over something small like postage charges, even if overseas shipping was a bit troublesome and interim storage costs were high, but that was trivial.

After posting his lottery win in the alumni group and checking the time, Feng Cheng realized he had to return to the hotel; there were some matters he needed to deal with and couldn’t stay here for too long.

As he passed by the historical and cultural wall, for some reason, his gaze fell once again on the phrase "Stand at the cusp of the wind, and even pigs can fly."

After watching those research achievements and looking back at the inspirational slogans here, seeing this phrase again, Feng Cheng felt an epiphany in his heart—

Now that the great trend has arrived, isn’t he also standing at the cusp of the wind?

The Ancestral Factory generously shared their second-generation active substance "Ancestral Y" series with the world.

Several key laboratories and major research institutions around the world had already strategically deployed it.

In the next few decades, countless people will reap fame and fortune because of it.

This is a feast that will last for decades, if not longer!

And which laboratory or research team across the world didn’t want to seize this opportunity to rise with the trend and reach new heights?

Feng Cheng clenched his fists.

This was his opportunity!

An excellent chance to prove himself!

Although his research team was not prominent in the vast currents, who could say for sure that a small fish cannot leap over the dragon gate when carried by a great tide?

The gates to the great feast had opened, and many were racing to the forefront.

Fortunately, he wasn’t too far behind.

Ability, opportunity—Feng Cheng did not feel he lacked either!

Stepping out of the Ancestral Factory headquarters and standing not too far away, he turned back to look at the serpent-like emblem still eye-catching in the twilight.

That was his faith. The birthplace of his splendid dreams.

He opened his arms wide, feeling the evening breeze passing through the cityscape.

I am already at the cusp of the wind, ready to soar with the momentum!

...

In a tropical country.

Feng Shou, dragging his suitcase and carrying loads of bags, stepped through the entrance of his home.

"Grandma! I’m back!"

The old lady with a full head of white hair quickly came out, joy filling every wrinkle on her face: "You’re back!"

Dodging the old lady’s hand reaching for his luggage, Feng Shou continued into the house, "Please take it easy."

After attending the ancestral worship ceremony at the Feng Family Ancestral Hall in Yang City, he also visited his grandmother’s hometown, that water town city. He activated the video on his phone to show the elderly woman the changes there, and he bought quite a few local souvenirs.

By the time he got back home, several days had passed.

He set down his luggage and, while eating the fruit platter served by the old lady, he took out the souvenirs from his bags, talking about what he had seen and heard on the trip.

Although he had talked about many things over phone calls, those chats were not very detailed. Now that he was back home, he was more relaxed, much more talkative, nothing like the reserved manner he had in Yang City.

"This trip to attend the Feng Clan’s ancestral worship ceremony in Yang City really broadened my horizons!"

"Did you see a lot of skyscrapers? They’ve been shown on TV before, and that place has developed well, especially bustling," the old lady said.

Besides what had been broadcast on TV and what she had come across online, there were also various photos and videos that Feng Shou had sent her during his trip. The old lady couldn’t go out much, but she was quite informed.

"The city is bustling, and it has a different scenery from ours, but that’s not the ’broad horizons’ I was talking about," Feng Shou said.

In this era of electronic information with the internet everywhere, one can see the whole world through a phone, and though there’s a different feeling to seeing things in person, the real shock doesn’t come from that.

Thinking of what he had seen at the Feng Family Ancestral Hall, Feng Shou put down what he was holding and asked, "Grandma, do ghosts really exist?"

"Yes, they do!" the old lady replied confidently.

"Have you seen one?" asked Feng Shou, curious.

The old lady didn’t share everything with him. He only knew that she placed great importance on their ancestors. Although some of the rituals were very simple, she would still insist on performing them every year. For instance, the worship during the New Year, the tomb sweeping during the Qingming Festival, and the burning of ritual paper during the Ghost Festival.

Feng Shou himself hadn’t believed in such things before. He considered the old lady’s behavior merely a tradition, and he didn’t take it seriously in his heart.

But this time, his worldview had been slightly shaken.

If there really were spirits, the living and the dead must be living in different planes of existence, right?

The old lady sat on a wooden chair, her face filled with memories.

"I’ve never seen one," she said.

"Then why do you believe in it so strongly?" Feng Shou was even more puzzled.

"I’ve encountered one," she said, recalling an event from a long time ago. "When I was young, houses weren’t built very well; everything was very rudimentary. Back then, there were many snakes, and you could easily step on one when going to the toilet.

"It was one summer, and we laid out a mat woven from grass. I was sleeping on it alone at home.

"A big venomous snake crawled into the house, and by the time I saw it, it was already very close to me. I was so scared that I couldn’t move or shout; I just clutched my Copper Coin pendant."

Feng Shou’s eyelid twitched when he heard "Copper Coin pendant," but he didn’t interrupt the old lady.

She didn’t notice Feng Shou’s change in expression, as she was lost in her memories.

"That venomous snake, as if sensing something, stopped approaching me and crawled away in a loop."

The old lady traced a shape in the air that was almost like an Ω.

Feng Shou found it amazing as well.

If what his grandmother said was true, it was indeed very strange. If the venomous snake wasn’t afraid of humans and would have continued on its path, it shouldn’t have looped so far away as if deliberately avoiding something.

"That was the ancestors watching over me!" the old lady declared confidently.

She believed that the snake took a detour because the ancestors were protecting her, forming a safe shield around her to prevent the snake from getting close.

But Feng Shou thought differently.

Just when he was starting to believe in the existence of ghosts a bit, after listening to his grandmother, he suddenly remembered what Feng Yi had said about wrapping the Copper Coin with a snake-repelling substance.

If giving Zodiac Copper Coins was a tradition of the Feng Clan, could it be that soaking or wrapping the coins in snake-repelling medicine was also a custom?

If it was true and effective, then what his grandmother experienced was not some ancestral spirit manifesting nor protection from another plane, but rather, the power of science!

Feng Shou took out the Zodiac Copper Coin that Feng Yi had given him.

"During this ancestral worship ceremony in Yang City, I met a clan relative, Feng Yi, you know of him, the one who’s really good at catching snakes. He gave me this Copper Coin."

As he spoke, Feng Shou observed the old lady’s reaction.

"They call it a Zodiac Copper Coin, and Feng Yi told me that it’s wrapped with a snake-repelling substance, so it has a snake-repelling effect. Therefore, it’s the scent of the medicine that keeps the snakes away."

It wasn’t any ancestors’ protection, it was just the smell.

Feng Shou worried that revealing this could be a huge blow to the old lady.

But in reality, the old lady listened very calmly, with a remarkably composed face:

"It’s different."

Touching the place where she usually wore her pendant, she felt nothing and remembered she had kept her own Zodiac Copper Coin safely in a box.

Since she had almost lost the Copper Coin on an outing once, she seldom wore it out anymore but kept it in a box in her room, placing it beside her when she slept at night. That’s why Feng Shou was unaware of it.

Her own Copper Coin wasn’t on her, but the old lady wasn’t in a hurry to get it; her usually serene face bore a rare hint of pride:

"Mine is different; it has been consecrated!"

Feng Shou was about to argue when he heard the old lady say:

"A Copper Coin soaked in herbals, how long can the scent last? A few days? A few months? Even longer, a few years? But can it sustain for decades?!"

Feng Shou: "Can yours?"

"Of course it can!!"

"..."

Uh...

Really?

Feng Shou looked at the brand-new Zodiac Copper Coin in his hand and sniffed it closely.

Other than a slight metallic scent, he couldn’t really smell anything