Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 536 - 352: Special C Position_3

Chapter 536: Chapter 352: Special C Position_3

"Then you’d better prepare several extra gifts, if one cousin receives one, the other siblings will definitely feel neglected...Ah!"

Wen Zhiyu was smacked on the arm with a shovel by Pan Weining.

He suddenly snapped back to reality.

Oh, it seems I’ve heard that Feng Yi doesn’t get along with the Feng Family of Yang City. As for siblings, I guess their relationship isn’t great either.

Look at me go!

Wen Zhiyu slapped his mouth, but he forgot he was holding a shovel, and there was sand on it, so he accidentally shoved a mouthful of sand into his mouth.

"Ptooey!"

He hastily spat the sand into the trash can, wiped the grains off his mouth with a tissue, and then said to Feng Yi,

"Cough, cough! Anyway, it’s not just about relatives, friends too. Stocking up on a few extra definitely won’t hurt, after all, we have dug up plenty, enough to go around."

Pan Weining also said, "Yeah, we have enough, if you need it just come and shovel it yourself, and leave the sandbags right here. This sand is from us shoveling together with you, so there’s a share in it for you."

Feng Yi didn’t bother with further politeness, "Okay, I’ll come over and shovel if I need to."

After filling one bottle with sand, Feng Yi left first.

Once only Wen Zhiyu and Pan Weining were left in the small greenhouse.

As Wen Zhiyu packed the sand, he lowered his voice and said, "Big Pan, what do you think is going through the minds of the Feng Family in Yang City? If someone like him were in our family, we would be making a big deal out of it, piling all sorts of resources onto him!"

Pan Weining replied, "Who knows. Anyway, don’t mention the people of the Feng Family in Yang City in front of him."

Wen Zhiyu, "Got it. How many bottles do you plan to fill with this sand?"

Pan Weining, "Ten big bottles, ten to twenty small ones. No need to fill more than that, we can always do more later."

Wen Zhiyu agreed, "That’s what I think, too. The situation is unclear now, filling too much might just invite trouble."

There was no clear regulation on the matter, no explicit prohibition, but there was definitely a limit. It would be fine if the quantity was small, but too much of it could cross a line.

They weren’t Hunter by profession, and didn’t want to bring trouble to their families.

After finishing the last bottle, Wen Zhiyu took out his phone to refresh the news.

Seeing the latest news update, Wen Zhiyu exclaimed, "Wow, speak of the devil, here it is!"

The news story was about criminals who disguised meteorites as other ores for smuggling and were detained by customs, ultimately tracing the contraband back to a small group of Hunters from Tuo Jia Town.

Along with the disguised meteorites, the news included photos of the hideout of the small group of Hunters in Tuo Jia Town.

Wen Zhiyu scanned through each photo and quickly spotted something notable.

He zoomed in on the picture of the Hunter group’s hideout and pointed to the top right corner for Pan Weining to see,

"Big Pan, isn’t that an altar? Hunters believe in gods too? What can they bless, meteorites falling from the sky? Wonder who’s on the altar since it’s pixelated. Tsk!"

Pan Weining didn’t seem too concerned, "It might be some religious icon that could stir up public sentiment."

Wen Zhiyu was curious, "I wonder which sect it is, legitimate or not."

Meanwhile, back in his room, Feng Yi also saw the newly posted news on his phone.

He too noticed the pixelated part on the altar in the corner of the picture.

"Did it involve some sensitive elements that had to be censored?"

But Feng Yi didn’t dwell on it and cast it aside.

What came to his mind weren’t Wen Zhiyu’s earlier words concerning relatives, but Wu and the Ancestral Factory.

He decided that once the Alliance Insurance Bureau returned a part of his sample, he would split two grains for them.

This was with the certification of the Alliance Insurance Bureau, no need for secrecy, everything could be done openly.

After finishing the packaging of this special product from Tuo Jia Town for Feng Chi, Feng Yi received a message from Team Leader Yuan.

Team Leader Yuan asked him to come over for the partial return of his test sample.

The location wasn’t near the testing agency but another place, a temporary office for the Alliance Insurance Bureau and the Security Department.

Half an hour later, Feng Yi arrived at the designated location.

Team Leader Yuan had just finished a phone call and called Feng Yi over to hand him a small jar.

Feng Yi opened it and looked inside. It contained the meteorite particles he had selected, but the number returned was more than he had anticipated.

Seeing the confusion on Feng Yi’s face, Team Leader Yuan said, "Testing institutions across the country have received meteorite samples, from particles as large as mung beans to dust-like microparticles."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi understood.

It was like the live streamer he had seen today picking through stones; many people had bought the sand, indeed finding something and sending it off for testing.

Even if only a part was sent for testing, the combined volume was quite substantial.

Not to mention, "Tuo Jia Town’s local specialty" was in the midst of skyrocketing sales.

With sufficient samples available, there was no need to insist on holding onto the stones that Feng Yi had submitted.

Team Leader Yuan then handed him a certificate and an agreement.

Feng Yi was to sign it, promising to use them for collection purposes only, not for trade.

It was all standard procedure.

Feng Yi signed, thinking he could leave, but then Team Leader Yuan pulled out several photographs.

"We were investigating an illegal syndicate today, and there’s something here I want you to see," said Team Leader Yuan.

Feng Yi looked and his expression gradually froze.

He recognized these photographs; he had seen them when browsing the news earlier today and had wondered why the altar in them was blurred out.

Now, laid out in front of him was the unblurred version.

The altar, the offerings, and at the center, placed prominently, was a photograph of Feng Yi himself.

It was taken while he was picking up stones in the desert.

At that time, he had only worn a hat, no sunglasses or mask, and he was holding a transparent small jar filled with black stones.

Feng Yi: ...

His face could split open!

This is damn...

What the hell...

"I have nothing to do with them!" Feng Yi said.

Team Leader Yuan nodded but stayed silent, handing over another stack of photographs.

In different places, altars of various styles had different offerings placed on them, and in the central spot of the photo frames was the same picture.

Feng Yi: "..."

It was unclear who had taken these photos, but the image in the frame was crystal clear. On the altar, the offerings placed in front of the picture frame were also captured in sharp detail.

Some had fruits, flowers, and others were arrayed with chicken, duck, fish, and meat, both raw and cooked. There were even altars with pig heads, cow heads, and sheep heads.

Not to mention ones with fake snakes or snake skins.

But the worst were the candles placed on both sides and an incense burner in the middle, with smoke swirling around, making the person in the frame seem as if they had already ascended beyond this world.

Feng Yi: "..."

You’re kidding me!

Are they insane?

Can’t these meteorite hunters have a bit of taste?

I do not want this central spot, damn it!

Feng Yi wished he could jump into the photograph and flip all those altars over!

Team Leader Yuan slightly bowed his head, concealing the laughter in his eyes, and when he looked up again, his usual seriousness was restored.