Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 589 - 384 The Least Likely_1

Chapter 589: Chapter 384 The Least Likely_1

Shocked by the news he had just heard, Feng Chi took the warm water his mother handed him and gulped it down, held his breath for a while, and then slowly exhaled.

The hiccupping stopped.

The thoughts that had been scrambled in his mind were gradually becoming clear.

At this moment, he suddenly reminisced about many past events and numerous details.

The Ancestral Factory...

It was actually the Ancestral Factory!

He had speculated many possibilities, but the Ancestral Factory was what he considered the least likely answer!

What status does the Ancestral Factory have?

It could be said that on a global scale, it is irreplaceable! Unsurpassable!

They possess many far-reaching research results that others have not been able to decipher to this day!

The Ancestral Factory might not be very famous among the general public, but some of the drugs people use in daily life or research findings from other companies could very well be related to this one!

Countless tycoons holding their money have wanted to invest in the Ancestral Factory, but it has turned them all away.

Feng Chi didn’t know who the shareholders of the Ancestral Factory were, but he knew that every one of them was no ordinary person!

Of course, every one of them was also extremely wealthy!

No wonder Feng Yi could easily buy islands and planes!

Thinking of certain things, Feng Chi’s grip on the water cup nearly slipped.

He set the water cup on the table with a slight tremble.

He remembered how he had boasted about the Ancestral Factory in front of Feng Yi many times because of that active ingredient in the facial masks, emphasizing how rare that patented component was and how lucky his mother was to have gotten a share, as if good fortune had struck her.

When his mother got the share, she was so happy that she went to the temple to give thanks and even donated a sum of money.

Now it seems that there indeed was a "lucky star," just not in the way they had imagined.

He had also given Feng Yi many facial masks.

That kind of facial mask was indeed very rare, but for a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory, it really wasn’t anything special.

As he recalled some past events, Feng Chi drifted like a wandering ghost towards the backyard

Bang!

He bumped into a door.

Feng Chi’s hand was on the doorknob, but he didn’t turn it to open it. Instead, he gently banged his head against the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His parents watched, alarmed, worried that he might have lost his wits from the shock.

"A’chi? What’s wrong?" his mother asked cautiously.

Feng Chi raised his hand, "It’s nothing, I’m just thinking about some things... I’m going to make a phone call in the backyard."

Saying this, he turned the doorknob and walked toward the backyard of the villa.

Sitting in a wicker chair in the backyard, Feng Chi wanted to send a message to Feng Yi. He typed a few lines and then deleted them, thought for a moment, and then directly asked if Feng Yi was available to talk. After getting a reply from Feng Yi, he made a voice call. It wasn’t a video call; he felt it wouldn’t be comfortable to do a video call at this time.

Feng Chi: "Cough, so, I heard... you’re a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory?"

Feng Yi: "Yeah. Did you finally find out from someone else today?"

Feng Chi covered his face, his voice was somewhat muffled: "I heard it from my parents. They found out from someone else at a banquet today. Probably by tomorrow, many people in the upper business circles will know."

Feng Yi was prepared for this and didn’t find it surprising: "It’s not a secret that can’t be told."

Feng Chi, unusually shy: "Every time I gave you the facial masks, what did you think?"

Feng Yi: "...Thank you?"

Feng Chi bumped his forehead against his knee, his face heating up.

Embarrassing.

Probably guessing Feng Chi’s mood, Feng Yi said with a laugh: "Those facial masks from your family are actually quite good."

The butler’s wrinkles were noticeably reduced after using it.

But Feng Chi didn’t know that; he thought Feng Yi was using them himself. Hearing Feng Yi praising them like that, the embarrassment that Feng Chi felt just a moment ago was tossed aside.

A facial mask that even the shareholders of the Ancestral Factory praise!

Our family’s product is indeed a divine-level facial mask!

So many heavyweight luxury brands also managed to get a share, but none could achieve the effect of our family’s product!

Thus, Feng Chi’s head, which had just been wishing he could sink into the ground, was now proudly raised again.

Free from the embarrassment, he was still very excited, but his speech had become much more casual.

No matter whether Feng Yi was a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory or not, he was still his brother!

However, Feng Chi was curious, but instead of asking how Feng Yi became a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory, he asked:

"Bro, since you’re a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory, would the Ancestral Factory sell certain drugs to Old Man Feng, like those really expensive anti-aging drugs?"

Feng Yi was taken aback, obviously surprised by Feng Chi’s sudden question, but still answered: "I don’t get involved in company management. The relationship between me and Old Man Feng does not affect the sale of the Ancestral Factory’s drugs. Business is business."

Feng Yi had the ability to influence Yue Gongyang’s decisions, but in this matter, Feng Yi wouldn’t prevent the drug sales.

It’s about making money!

Making more money out of that old man is good too, isn’t it?

Moreover, even if the Ancestral Factory doesn’t sell, Old Man Feng could find other substitutes, though they wouldn’t be as effective as those from the Ancestral Factory.

Not wanting to continue on this topic, Feng Yi said, "Right, that ’ancient python’ of yours can be moved into my museum in a few days."

Feng Chi originally wanted to ask Feng Yi about his plans concerning Old Man Feng, but the mention of the "ancient python" immediately shifted his attention.

"Your collection museum is finished? It’s only been half a year!"

"It’s nearly done, we can start moving some things in."

"Let me know when you have decided on a time to move it, and I’ll come over to see if I’m free, my Titanoboa!"

The moment he started talking about this, Feng Chi remembered Old Man Feng pressuring him to move the "ancient python" away.

But then he thought about it and couldn’t help but feel happy.

Now that he knew Feng Yi was a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory, he understood why Old Man Feng was no longer as dominant with Feng Yi.

His "ancient python" would be absolutely safe in Feng Yi’s collection museum!

It was worth all the effort he had put into it!

Once the "ancient python" was moved to Feng Yi’s private collection museum, then he could go and see it openly and above board!

Hey, he had been thinking that it might take another year or two before he could see it in front of everyone again, but he didn’t expect Feng Yi’s museum to have been built so quickly!

That’s right, once the money was in place, the pace picked up!

Excitedly chatting with Feng Yi for a while, after the call ended, Feng Chi posted an especially excited status on his social media:

[Today I realized how powerful a leg I’ve hugged!]

The others in his social circle didn’t quite understand, but Liang Shaoqi gave him a like.

That evening, not everyone was purely shocked, delighted, or envious upon learning that Feng Yi was the shareholder of ten factories.

Some were worried and afraid.

And Feng Yi’s uncle was one of them.

He learned the news a bit later than Feng Chi’s parents, from an elder who saw he was completely oblivious before revealing it to him.

Smoky air filled the room.

Feng Yi’s uncle had a cigarette pinched between his fingers, his face etched with worry.

His son, Feng Zeng, was sitting opposite him.

Feng Zeng had also been so shaken by the news that he doubted whether he was dreaming.

After a while, collecting himself, Feng Zeng asked, "Does Grandpa know?"

Dissatisfaction flickered in the eyes of Feng Yi’s uncle: "Your grandpa must know!"

He had always suspected that Old Man Feng was wary of Feng Yi’s trump card.

No matter how Feng Yi made waves upon returning to Yang City, Old Man Feng never took action, no matter how angry he became.

If only I had known...

If I had known Feng Yi was a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory, the relationship between our family and Feng Yi wouldn’t have deteriorated to this state today!

Even if some things can’t be reversed, it would have been good to take some compensatory measures in advance.

After pondering, Feng Yi’s uncle went on to contact Feng Yi’s biological father.

But surprise outweighed joy for Feng Yi’s biological father.

After all, he found his own father more terrifying.

Decades of oppression had ingrained a fear of Old Man Feng deep into his bones.

As for Feng Yi, his own son, he didn’t have much affection.

But regardless, the prospect of such a massive benefit he couldn’t touch, yet also fearing Feng Yi’s retaliation, was vexing!

He was caught in a dreadful quandary!

He wanted to do something, but he was also afraid of Old Man Feng’s wrath from above.

Unless someday Old Man Feng was no longer around, only then would that fear vanish.

Sigh...

Why won’t Old Man Feng just...

Old Man Feng, the subject of his own son’s musings, was not in a good mood.

The Feng family old house.

Old Man Feng’s face was grim.

The phone was already on do not disturb mode, so he threw it on the table, not wanting to take another look at it.

He did indeed know beforehand about Feng Yi’s connection to the Ancestral Factory, and after finding out, he stopped buying medicine from the Ancestral Factory.

Even when making purchases, he would do so through someone else’s hands.

He was worried there might be a problem with the medicine obtained from the Ancestral Factory in his own name!

Though from a commercial aspect, the Ancestral Factory wouldn’t intentionally ruin its reputation, and Yue Gongyang wouldn’t do that either.

But Feng Yi, this uncertain factor, made him worry that one day he might be poisoned.