Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 716 - 459: Technology Changes Life_1

Chapter 716: Chapter 459: Technology Changes Life_1

Troubled waves churned unseen, and the perceptive already sensed the brewing of significant events.

But on the surface, life for the vast majority went on as usual.

Mundane yet bustling.

After all, the New Year was fast approaching!

During the festive season, everything else took a back seat, even the interest in celebrity gossip dwindled, as online hot topics shifted daily—from year-end bonuses to holiday travel, from Laba porridge to New Year’s Eve dinner, constantly evolving.

Before the New Year, Feng Yi visited Xiao Feng Mountain.

At the same time and place last year, the sun shone brightly, warm like summer, yet this year it was chilly and breezy.

Yang City had gotten colder recently, with several days of overcast skies; even the gluttonous snakes raised on Xiao Feng Mountain were nowhere to be seen, presumably hiding somewhere to escape the cold.

It was still the same old house—the Feng Family Ancestral Hall had been relocated from Yang City, but it seemed no different and, perhaps, was even busier than before.

Although there were no other visitors at this time today, residual scents indicated frequent visitors on other days.

Some came often, while others appeared just once.

Having previously arranged a meeting time, Mute Uncle was at home. When Feng Yi arrived, the old man was engrossed in an online battle on his phone.

Feng Yi didn’t interrupt him but set down a few snacks, suitable for the elderly, made by Bing before looking around the house.

Not much had changed—everything was as Feng Yi remembered from his last visit and was kept very clean.

Feng Yi halted in front of a secret chamber’s door, but this time, he did not enter, just stood outside and sensed for a while.

He detected nothing.

The things inside harbored too many secrets and were not easy to unearth.

Behind Feng Yi, Mute Uncle, who had just finished a game, came over with a look of suspicion as if he doubted Feng Yi might desecrate their ancestors’ resting place.

He looked at Feng Yi as if he were a mischievous child, capable of "wrongdoing" at any moment.

Feng Yi turned around and said with a smile, "You worry too much."

He wouldn’t dig up the things buried below.

He had a hunch that even if someone came here intentionally to dig, they might not succeed.

After all, that was "old technology," which even Feng Yi himself had yet to figure out; for the time being, he wasn’t going to dig.

"Ahem, finished with your game? Spending the New Year together this year?" Feng Yi asked.

Mute Uncle firmly refused, "I have plans!"

Feng Yi wasn’t surprised by this reply.

Mute Uncle’s days were fully scheduled.

Nowadays, he played cards without the assistance of mobile phone voice commands and didn’t let people help him call out the plays. Instead, he used a smart voice broadcast mahjong system!

Technology truly changes lives!

It’s said that an anonymous donor gifted the nursing home at the foot of the mountain with over ten fully automated mahjong tables and smart mahjong sets—complete with voice broadcasting. Not only do they shuffle the cards, but they also call out the plays automatically!

The elderly in the nursing home, especially those with limited mobility, unclear speech, vocal impairments, or soft voices, absolutely adore these gadgets.

Of course, this assumes nobody uses this high-tech stuff to cheat.

Indeed, someone did try to pull some tricks, and then... and then someone physically "handled" them.

Since then, the card-playing atmosphere has improved significantly.

Today, Feng Yi was just here for a visit.

To check on the ancestral home, to see Mute Uncle, and to inquire about Mute Uncle’s plans for the New Year.

Having seen everything and asked the questions, Feng Yi left with his hands full of tea leaves and mountain fruits, then he was hurried off the mountain.

Home again, Feng Yi began packing; he was going to visit the island before the New Year.

"With the New Year around the corner, I’ll pick up Xin from Yang City, and we can all celebrate together."

This time the butler didn’t accompany him; Feng Yi was just going over to pick someone up and to check on the renovation progress.

Compared to Yang City’s recently colder weather, the equator-near island was as usual.

The renovation progress on the island had made a significant leap since his last visit—communication towers, solar power systems, security facilities, fresh water systems... all had undergone a comprehensive upgrade.

Several houses were already taking shape, and fine decoration was starting on the one where the main family would live.

A meter-wide painting, composed of sand and shells, now lay here as well.

Viewing the whole island, an increasingly wild style was taking shape, much more so than the previous version.

Feng Yi was very pleased with it; it was a great vacation spot, and it would have been even more liberating without the satellites overhead.

The iguanas on the rocky beach had grown in size once again.

Or perhaps they had just swelled up, becoming rounder and more robust.

Their growth trend seemed to be embracing a wild call toward the absurd.

Overall, they were thriving.

Almost too well.

Not long after Feng Yi arrived at the island, a guest arrived.

Santos, the team leader of the special task force from the union’s jurisdiction that covered the large region of the island, learned that Feng Yi had flown to the island and made a special trip over.

Having personally approved for these iguanas to stay on the island, Santos had been keeping an eye on them, and on this visit, he wanted to discuss their condition with Feng Yi.

Ever since these iguanas settled here, Santos was amazed at their incredible adaptability.

When Feng Yi wasn’t on the island, Xin was in charge. From their last meeting until now, the exchanges between Santos’s people and Xin hadn’t been very pleasant, not in terms of verbal conflict.

Santos glanced at Xin, who was standing behind Feng Yi.

The island’s guardian showed resistance to verbal communication, and even in written correspondence, he lacked enthusiasm. Besides matters concerning the iguanas, you couldn’t pry more information out of him.

Turning his attention back to Feng Yi, Santos said,

"I’m just here today to observe their growth, they really seem to be living luxuriously here. They’re truly adorable animals."