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Chapter 479 - 479 479 Finally We Met

479: Chapter 479 Finally, We Met 479: Chapter 479 Finally, We Met A group of people quickly arrived at the first location, a large reservoir.

Calling it a reservoir, it was actually just a section of a river that had been cut off, it’s just a pity that there didn’t seem to be any power-generating facilities like turbines below.

Such places are more suitable for fish farming but make it easy for fish to escape.

This place isn’t suited for breeding fish fry; however, there’s no issue with rearing adult fish.

But Zhao Guang could already imagine that in the early days, many people would be waiting for the sluice gates to open, then waiting to pick up fish.

Maybe this could even become an industry, supporting quite a few people.

Normally, this kind of thing would be a joy to see, but when you’re the one who’s going to be the big sucker, it’s kind of depressing.

“Look, there they are, they’re coming,” someone called out from a distance, a crowd waiting at the site.

Seeing the convoy, everyone sprang into action.

They all knew this was a major project, as the higher-ups had informed them earlier.

Once the project was completed, everyone in the vicinity would benefit.

Not to mention the tourists who would likely come in droves.

It might have been hard to imagine before that people would come to a reservoir especially to see fish farming.

But when the fish in question are White Marlins, that’s a whole different story.

These creatures will be as common as five pigs—no, even more widespread and far-reaching than that in the future.

“Where, where, I don’t see them.”

Li Dujuan looked through the crowd, but where was that familiar figure?

Zhao Yan wore an odd smile, “Look, there.

Isn’t that the most conspicuous one over there?”

“Most conspicuous, how is it conspicuous?

I don’t see it, Dad, do you see him?”

Zhao Feng also frowned, wondering how he couldn’t recognize his son after such a short time.

Could he be developing dementia?

He’d never heard of a father not recognizing his own son.

But he couldn’t admit to that, so Zhao Feng glanced around as he spoke, “Ah, ah, isn’t that him over there?”

Li Dujuan was surprised.

How could she be the only one who couldn’t recognize him?

How could a mother fail to recognize her son?

One only hears of people getting beaten so badly their mothers can’t recognize them.

Could her son have been beaten up?

No, that couldn’t be right.

Seeing their expressions, she demanded, “Exactly where is he, Yanzi, tell me clearly.” Li Dujuan was getting annoyed, and seeing this, Zhao Yan didn’t dare to beat around the bush any longer.

Pointing ahead, Zhao Yan said with suppressed laughter, “That one, the penguin over there, isn’t that him?”

A penguin?

Wait, the most dazzling penguin in the crowd, that was supposed to be a joke, right?

Looking closely, that face did indeed look familiar—it really was Guangzi, the rascal.

Zhao Feng looked over nonchalantly, ah, that really was his son.

He was about to say something, but then Zhao Feng thought better of it and kept quiet.

Speaking now would just reveal that he hadn’t recognized him earlier, how embarrassing.

Forget it, he’d settle with the kid when they got home.

Look at what he’d learned in his time away.

Didn’t he see all the officials around?

Couldn’t he just tone it down a bit?

Dressed in a ridiculous outfit in such cold weather, while others were dressed neatly in Sun Yat-sen suits, really made him stand out.

Even if he was afraid of cold, wearing a down jacket would be better than this nonsense.

As Zhao Feng was thinking this, Li Dujuan had already walked over.

The crowd parted instantly—after all, this was the mother of the big boss.

Who would dare to stop her?

“Aiyo, Mom, how come you’re here?” Zhao Guang sighed.

He knew he would run into her eventually.

But he couldn’t act too surprised; doing so would only make things seem stranger.

Acting is so exhausting, especially in front of one’s family.

“What on earth are you wearing?

Take it off right now,” Li Dujuan didn’t care for explanations and started pulling at it.

Zhao Guang quickly dodged, “No, wait, this is art, it’s art.” He had become an artist, Zhao Guang wanted to cry but had no tears.

But what could he do?

To improve, he had to choose art.

“What art?

I think you’re just bored.

Take it off right now.”

“I can’t, I don’t have much on underneath,” Zhao Guang whispered.

“Oh really?

I’ll show you art,” Li Dujuan’s hand seemed to conjure a stick out of nowhere.

Where had she gotten that?

Then, without mercy, she started hitting Zhao Guang’s backside.

Though the thick padding meant he couldn’t feel it, Zhao Guang was mortified, embarrassed.

Scanning his surroundings, Zhao Guang noticed everyone suddenly looking down, ostensibly fascinated by tiny stones on the ground.

Others looked up as if captivated by the clouds in the sky.

But the older men and women in the distance were all laughing heartily, pointing and commenting.

To the uninformed, it looked like the opening scene of a rural drama, perhaps “Mother Teaching Her Son”?

“Alright, alright, stop it.

What are you doing?

So many people are watching, leave the boy some dignity.”

“Talking about dignity?

With this outfit, what dignity is left?” Li Dujuan stopped when pulled by Zhao Feng.

It had been a long time since she had moved like that, and she was slightly out of breath, exhausted.

Zhao Guang, however, was relieved; he had taken care of his mother’s health with special treatments.

Actually, it was just that his mom hadn’t noticed that if she really pushed it, she would realize her limits were far greater than she imagined.

“Guangzi’s status is different now, a billionaire and a key figure in our hometown’s development.

If you do this and something happens, how will others talk about us?”

People from the countryside do indeed care more about others’ opinions.

If it were people from the city, most wouldn’t care about opinions; they are more concerned with benefits.

“Exactly, let’s talk about this at home,” Zhao Guang quickly added.

Go home?

He was kidding himself.

As soon as this ended, he planned to run, never letting them catch him.

When his Lifebound Battle Skill was complete, he could go back to looking normal.

“Fine, we’ll settle this at home.”

“Alright already, what’s everyone doing?

Don’t you know what day it is today?”

Zhao Yan quickly addressed the older men and women, who finally remembered that this was not the time to be entertained.

If they wanted their hometown to thrive and their households to become wealthy, they needed to rely on this person.

Many began to feel a twinge of regret.

Had they known, they wouldn’t have laughed so much.

But then again, it really was hilarious.

“I think that costume is quite nice, I’ll have my son wear one too,” an old man suddenly said with an idea.

“Exactly, my husband also likes that sort of thing,” another chimed in.

And just like that, these older men and women seemed to become ardent fans of costume suits.