Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 514 - 341 New Idea_2

Chapter 514: Chapter 341 New Idea_2

After he calmed down, Uncle Wei paid no attention to what had happened outside and hurried to pick up the fallen box.

Seeing that their employer was alright, the bodyguards continued to watch outside. The car had already driven off, and no other vehicles were urgently approaching from the rear. However, the dashcam had recorded the license plate of the car.

Just as they were about to ask their employer how to handle the situation, they saw Uncle Wei looking ashen-faced, as if he had been greatly shocked.

"Mr. Wei, what’s wrong with you?" the bodyguard asked.

Uncle Wei ignored them.

At that moment, Uncle Wei was only staring at the refrigeration box in front of him.

The refrigeration box had fallen just now, and while the display screen seemed alright, Uncle Wei still initiated the self-check procedure to see if there was any malfunction, just to be safe.

However, the self-check procedure failed!

He might have seemed carefree on the surface, but having been through a lot, he immediately had a bad feeling when he realized the self-check program was malfunctioning.

Inside the car, the two bodyguards saw this and didn’t dare to make a sound or disturb him, even breathing lightly.

Uncle Wei’s expression was bleak, and he seemed to be on the edge of collapse.

After pressing the buttons several times, Uncle Wei stared at the display screen on the refrigeration box, his lips quivering, and it took him a while to utter a word. Finally, as if mustering courage, he pressed the code and opened the refrigeration box.

The hefty box opened.

The temperature inside the box, which should have been low, was almost the same as the surroundings.

Inside was a small tube.

It contained a small amount of liquid.

This was the "treasure" for which Uncle Wei had spent a lot of money, time, and effort to obtain!

Uncle Wei took several deep breaths and said to the bodyguards, "Where is the backup refrigeration box?!"

His voice trembled, as though he was suppressing his emotions.

The bodyguard in the backseat quickly dragged out the backup refrigeration box.

Uncle Wei snatched it over, opened the refrigeration box, and adjusted the temperature and mode. However, he found that this one was also mysteriously malfunctioning! The display showed normal, but the temperature inside the box wouldn’t drop at all!

"Son of a bitch!"

Uncle Wei slammed the box down and cussed for two minutes before pulling out his phone to call his investor friend.

As soon as the call connected, Uncle Wei’s voice was tense:

"About that, the Ancestor Y series ’treasure,’ does it have to be kept at a low temperature?"

"Of course, it’s prone to deactivation at high temperatures. What we’re interested in is some mysterious, active proteins inside it. If they’re active, we can still study..."

The person on the other end realized something was wrong and asked nervously:

"You didn’t forget to refrigerate it, did you?!"

Uncle Wei took a deep breath: "I remembered! I even prepared two refrigeration boxes! But I fucking never expected someone to mess with my refrigeration boxes! I just found out now that they aren’t cooling! They were low temperature when I put them in, and now they’re not working at all!"

The trembling voice from the other end asked, "What’s the ambient temperature over there?"

Uncle Wei glanced at the car temperature gauge: "24 degrees Celsius."

There was silence on the other end, but hurried breathing could be heard, possibly due to being struck by the news.

Angry as he was, Uncle Wei was still very concerned about his friend, afraid that this news would shock him into fainting.

"Are you... okay?"

"I’m not okay!" The other side wailed, "It took so much effort to wait for this one tube! Wuu—"

Compared to the other person’s breakdown, Uncle Wei calmed down somewhat and said:

"Not all of the active materials inside may be deactivated. Maybe it’s still okay? What are the characteristics of the active-state Ancestor Y series?"

The person on the other end thought for a moment: "If it’s a transparent mixture, you can’t tell much, but there may be a difference in smell. Active-state mixtures have a sharp, icy scent. I don’t know how to describe it. If I had to say, it’s like getting hit on the head with a blunt object, then standing on Antarctica experiencing a storm of blood and guts!"

Uncle Wei: "...I’ll check."

The other person said, "Are you really going to open it now? Maybe you should take it to the lab first before opening it. Once opened, contact with air and dust particles will make it deactivate even faster."

Uncle Wei: "I can’t rest without being certain! If it’s already deactivated, it’s unnecessary for me to drive so far to take it to the lab!"

After hesitating for a moment, the other person said, "Then open it and take a sniff. Keep the phone on the line; I want to know the result immediately!"

Uncle Wei turned on the speakerphone, placed it aside, and took out the small tube stored inside the box.

"The item is genuine, with an anti-counterfeit label and a protective snap."

Uncle Wei spoke and carefully dismantled the protective buckle on top of the vial, gingerly unscrewing the small tube with a light touch.

Then, he bent over to sniff it.

The person on the phone didn’t hear any noise and couldn’t help but ask, "How is it?"

Uncle Wei said, "It doesn’t seem to have any smell, and definitely not the chilling sensation with a bloody scent you mentioned."

The person on the other side sounded incredibly disappointed: "Then it’s over... all over..."

Uncle Wei didn’t speak again.

He held the vial, staring absently out the window.

He wasn’t sure whether he should be thankful for these swarming rats. If it weren’t for them, it might have been a day later before he realized he had been duped.

"How unpredictable life is."

Before setting off, he had told his nephew they would make big money, but now, everything seemed bleak.

He regretted not being cautious enough, regretted letting someone find a loophole to sabotage...

But all the regrets were now useless.

He was still stuck on this road, watching the arrogantly scurrying rats outside the window.

Glancing at the vial he was still holding, Uncle Wei screwed the cap on and said to the bodyguard in the driver’s seat, "Turn up the ventilation."

The car’s ventilation system, which sucks in air from the outside and passes it through multi-layered filtration and disinfection, was also to reduce the chances of disease occurrence.

The car’s air, carrying various odors, was expelled through another duct.

"This ’treasure’ might not smell, but no one knows if it’s harmful to humans. Let’s ventilate it for a while longer, who knows when this horde of rats will disperse..."

Uncle Wei’s gaze out the car window suddenly hardened.

Outside, the once brazenly darting rats scattered as if they had encountered some danger.

A clear area appeared around their car. The rats that were running over from behind all took a big detour to avoid this place.

Uncle Wei: !!!

What the hell?!

Is someone using rat poison around here?

He looked at the vehicles ahead and behind, and then compared the area around his own car.

Uncle Wei’s gaze shifted from outside back to the vial in his hand.

After waiting a moment, the "clear area" outside the window began to shrink, and the rat swarm approached once more.

Uncle Wei unscrewed the cap of the tube, his eyes fixed on the outside all the while.

Soon, the approaching swarm of rats started to panic and avoid the area again—the "clear area" that had just disappeared reappeared!

Uncle Wei swallowed hard and sealed the cap.

A moment later, he opened it again.

Then closed it.

Then opened it.

Observing the rats outside: panicked—calm—panicked...

Uncle Wei’s complexion was still pale from the recent blow, but at this moment, his previously gloomy eyes shone brightly, as if a fire was burning within them.

He picked up his phone and said to his friend who invested with him, "I’ve suddenly got a new idea!"

...

In Tuo Jia Town, Pan Weining and Feng Yi were still outside admiring the Gobi desert scenery.

Wen Zhiyu was explaining the tricks of finding meteorites to Feng Yi. Feng Yi hadn’t been here to search for meteorites before and only had theoretical knowledge, whereas Wen Zhiyu, whatever you say, had some practical experience, reliable or not.

Pan Weining was distracted, thinking about his uncle’s situation.

He didn’t know what was happening over there now.

Ding—

The alert for a new message on his phone—sent by Uncle Wei.

Pan Weining hurriedly opened it to check.

Uncle: [Xiao Ning, your uncle has encountered a setback here, and I’ve come up with a new idea that I want to try. It’s a bit risky, and I don’t know if it will succeed in the end. If it fails, the paintball club can only be a two-fifth purchase for you—just ’paintballs’ without the ’club.’]