Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 611 - 399 I Don’t Understand!_2

Chapter 611: Chapter 399 I Don’t Understand!_2

Feng Yi nodded.

He wasn’t particularly interested in those cute little things Steve mentioned, but he could experience the rainforest environment and relax a bit.

Steve thought that since it was Feng Yi’s first time attending such an event, he might be a little nervous, so he added,

"These conferences are just like large salons. If they don’t touch on some controversial topics, the atmosphere is relatively relaxed. You go listen to powerful researchers from different fields share their research findings and thoughts.

"Everyone has their own opinions—it’s like a multitude of academic schools of thought. You know about the schools of thought, right? Like in ancient times, there was something called the ’Hundred...’" Steve paused.

"Schools of Thought?" Feng Yi asked.

"Right, like that, different perceptions and academic beliefs. And it’s not just outsiders; even within the Combined Defense Bureau, there’s more than one school of thought. So when you go to these events, it’s important to network, to listen to others’ ideas, and then just stick to your own. Don’t get swayed by others, and don’t get brainwashed."

"Mhm," Feng Yi nodded.

Steve still wasn’t reassured. He didn’t know if Feng Yi really understood what he meant and gave an example about himself:

"Like me, I think snakes are the most beautiful and magical animals in the world! If someone tells me they’re terrifying and ugly, I respect their view but will never be swayed... even though my presentations often face a lot of opposition at these conferences."

Reminded of something, Steve asked, "What’s the main topic of your report?"

"I’m not giving a report," Feng Yi said.

Feng Yi was a special case—there was too much about him that defied explanation, so if he was to write a report, he’d have to make it sound plausible, which was much more difficult!

Upon learning that Feng Yi wasn’t giving a report, Steve didn’t express any opinion. Instead, he said, "Then you’ll have an easier time. Are there any other requirements from the Combined Defense Bureau?"

After pondering for a moment, Feng Yi replied, "They asked me to be restrained."

Steve chuckled, nonchalantly saying, "They’re always like that. It’s much better now. The first group of people were particularly rigid. I’ve worked with them before, and it wasn’t pleasant. They kept telling me to restrain myself, saying I was too extreme. Tch, they don’t understand; passion can’t be restrained!"

While saying this, Steve looked at Feng Yi, "They’re them, and you’re different. You’re like me. I knew it the moment I saw your collection—he gets me!"

Feng Yi: "..."

I don’t get it at all!

Feng Yi glanced again at the human-headed, snake-bodied figure Steve couldn’t stop praising.

I really don’t understand!

In truth, our tastes are just not on the same page!

This conversation can’t go on!

After speaking with Steve, Feng Yi consulted several other experts who had experience with such conferences and discussed the key points to be mindful of.

When he was fully prepared, Feng Yi departed.

The plane he purchased had not been delivered yet, so he was still using the butler’s plane.

The butler did not accompany him, and Feng Yi only brought Jia and Ding with him to the conference.

Bing, the chef, came along with the plane, but after they reached their destination, he would return with the crew.

The plane left the national border and after over three hours of flight, it arrived at the destination.

All the procedures were handled in advance. Before they set off, Jia had also booked a car, which they would use for transportation during the conference.

They drove from the airport to the hotel.

The hotel they booked wasn’t far from the conference venue; it was a quick walk away.

After resting for a while in the hotel room, having a meal, and glancing over the materials, Feng Yi, dressed in casual attire and wearing sunglasses, went to the venue first to take a look around and get familiar with the place.

The country was not large, but its finance and shipping industries were highly developed, making it a bustling place.

Its geographical location meant that even in winter, it felt extremely hot outside.

If one were outside today, with nearly thirty degrees Celsius, a short-sleeved shirt would suffice. However, if staying indoors for a long time, one would need to wear long sleeves or a jacket. The air conditioning in some places almost never stopped running, and the temperature in certain areas was set quite low. Just now, a bus passed by, and Feng Yi saw a passenger wearing a sweater inside.

He arrived at the venue.

There were still a few days before the conference, but the venue here was still bustling with people.

The conference they were attending hadn’t started yet, but other events were taking place here today.

Among the credentials provided by the Liaison Bureau before coming, one was a pass for this venue. With this pass, one couldn’t enter certain conference rooms, but most of the public areas were unrestricted.

After showing his credentials to enter the venue, Feng Yi first checked the layout of the place.

Stepping into the venue, he was greeted by a blast of cool air conditioning.

The staff here were all dressed in suits, the kind that included a shirt with a coat and tie. They would probably go crazy from the heat outdoors, but it was just right in this air-conditioned environment indoors.

The event held in the venue today was not business-oriented, relatively younger and more relaxed. Participants had no dress code requirements, therefore there were all sorts of attires.

Some wore short sleeves, others wore sweaters; some were understated, others flamboyant. Regardless of what they wore or their skin color and appearance, they all exuded a youthful energy and enthusiasm, handsome and beautiful. Among them, many were also speaking Chinese.

Feng Yi was not conspicuous here. And being abroad, there probably weren’t many people who knew him.

He hung his sunglasses on his collar and unfolded a layout map in his hands, checking the information corresponding to the symposium. Feng Yi wanted to see where the exhibition areas of interest to him would be set up when the time came. He would not necessarily have time to search for each one during the symposium, so he planned his route in advance while he had the chance.

As he walked and paused, Feng Yi came to a spot and was looking around when someone approached. A voice asked, "Hello, are you Feng Yi?"

The question was in Chinese, but with an accent.

Feng Yi looked over.

Upon seeing his face up close and confirming his identity, the other person’s face lit up with surprise and introduced himself, "Hello, I am Feng..."

Suddenly, there was a pause.

What was my Chinese name again?

"Feng Cheng?" said Feng Yi.

"Oh, right! You know me?!" Feng Cheng exclaimed in surprise.

He had just recognized Feng Yi and was about to introduce himself, but thinking that his English name wouldn’t convey that sense of familiarity, he decided to use his Chinese name instead. After all, they both shared the surname Feng. It just slipped his mind the moment he started to introduce himself.

He couldn’t help it; he rarely used his Chinese name. He hadn’t expected to meet Feng Yi at this event in this country, so he was completely unprepared!

Feng Cheng didn’t remember his own Chinese name, but Feng Yi had some impression of him.

When he went to Yang City for the ancestral hall ceremony, Feng Yi had a list of relatives. He remembered many of the names on the list.

Among the younger attendees, Feng Cheng had been dismissive, unwilling to speak much to anyone.

Feng Cheng was excited at the moment.

Attending the ancestral hall ceremony in Yang City as his father’s replacement, he had been entirely disengaged, his mind fixated on the Ancestral Factory, dreaming of a "pilgrimage." As for the Feng Family members, he hadn’t paid much attention, viewing the entire ceremony with the mindset of a spectator.

He didn’t know how much of an impression he had made on Feng Yi; after all, he didn’t have much of an impression of Feng Yi before.

He had assumed that the individuals he’d encountered at the ancestral ceremony would just be mundane people passing through his life like grains of sand swept away by the wind. Little did he expect there would be a sandstorm hidden among them...

No, a sandstorm wouldn’t be the right description.

Feng Yi was a shareholder in the Ancestral Factory!

When Feng Cheng found out, he was utterly stunned. Regret? Of course, he had regrets.

What a great opportunity to meet people at that ceremony in Yang City, and he’d missed it!

Ah, if only he had connected with Feng Yi back then, maybe by now he could have gotten his hands on some exclusive Ancestral Factory products!

Having missed the chance last time, he finally encountered it again!

Feng Yi didn’t seem eager to chat, and Feng Cheng had his own affairs to manage.

After exchanging contact information, Feng Cheng left, satisfied.

Feng Yi was attending the symposium, and so was Feng Cheng. Therefore, in Feng Cheng’s opinion, during the conference, he still had opportunities to interact more with this shareholder of the Ancestral Factory. After all, the country wasn’t large, and even if the participants of the conference dispersed far and wide, their range of movement was limited.