Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 608 - 397 They’re All Deceptive_2

For most netizens, it didn’t matter what the intentions or benefits behind it were—the buzz was all that mattered.

[Has street art become this competitive too?!]

[With that getup, couldn’t he have urgently borrowed props and costume from some drama troupe?]

[My god! Lady Bai and Qing from next door have suited up as well!]

[What’s Lady Bai? Next door’s next door has already started a local version of the ’Classic of Mountains and Seas’ brawl!]

Today, some social media wanderers found a trending topic, which they entered out of respect for Feng Yi’s shareholder status at Ancestral Factory, either to compliment or to spout some venting comments.

After clicking in...

[Hahahaha!]

[What the heck are all these weird behavioral species [Frowning while looking at phone]]

[Short for weird species?]

A rest room next to a shooting area.

Feng Chi lay on a rest chair, holding a phone connected to a charging cable.

His phone’s battery was critical, and having forgotten his bag with a power bank and spare phone, he could only charge it here using a power outlet. To avoid safety hazards, he didn’t open too many apps, just perused social media for news related to Feng Yi.

"Weird species? Hahahahaha!"

Feng Chi, tickled by the comments online, felt like rolling around on the lounge chair with laughter.

Halfway through his roll, constrained by the charging cable’s length, he rolled back again.

Feng Chi wasn’t just looking at one particular comment section; he was also concerned with the overall online sentiment about Feng Yi. A marketing account represented only one viewpoint—he had to read several more to see if there were other angles.

After browsing back and forth, he then saw a new update that had been pushed to the front page.

By all accounts, the account that posted this blog shouldn’t have anything to do with Feng Chi, let alone with Feng Yi.

Yet, suddenly it launched a magical collaboration.

Although it was one-sided on their part, given the current shares and comment heat, it was clear that everyone enjoyed the show—

[XX Children’s Toy Factory: Gentle light that doesn’t hurt the eyes, smooth and lively experience~ @Brother Yi, interested in getting one? [Image][Image][Image]...]

The accompanying image was of a children’s toy produced by this factory - a coin-operated kiddie ride like the ones often found at supermarket entrances, which rocks back and forth, flashing with colorful lights and playing child-friendly tunes once a coin is inserted.

This kiddie ride was shaped like a coiled cartoon snake.

Avoiding the scary aspects of real animals, it was greatly softened to be acceptable to young children.

This particular factory produced these rides, not only with a coin slot but also supporting QR code operations. They sold well during the year of the Snake, but after the year had passed, they were left unsold, with some stuck in the warehouse. What a great opportunity to capitalize on this trending topic!

The factory didn’t just post pictures; it also included a link to the product, which led to a trial play video.

Once a marketing account shared this post, as the attention skyrocketed, so did the sales of their cartoon snake kiddie rides!

Someone even left a message for the factory below:

[Is there an edition for big kids? Like for those over twenty?]

Watching the trial play video of a two-year-old sitting on the kiddie ride, Feng Chi, imagining something, went "Hahahaha!"

He rolled over on the lounge chair, laughter unrestrained, yet again contained by the length of the charging cord.

He didn’t let his laughter interrupt him from taking a screenshot of the post to send to Feng Yi.

Receiving the message, and having already seen the various developments online, Feng Yi felt...

He spread his palm open and silently covered his face.

He had only wanted to disrupt people’s thinking a bit, to muddy the waters, and to create a diversion for the potential future revelation.

Now, the waters were indeed muddy, but his feelings were quite complex.

It was like living a joke.

In a suite of a high-end hotel, Brother Bao was casually chatting with a young man in his twenties, talking about Feng Yi’s collection. They briefly looked at some online reviews and didn’t take them seriously.

The young man was more interested in the very lifelike statue Feng Yi had made.

"Our team had a contract before to design game character images, and one of the characters was ’Gonggong,’ which resembles Feng Yi’s work. We’re no strangers to such images."

But very few, like Feng Yi, make a life-sized model of themselves and display it in a museum for others to see.

The very thought of that scene was embarrassing.

But then again, it didn’t seem like much.

There are plenty of people who collect life-sized models of movie and TV characters. There are even more exaggerated and absurd cases, so Feng Yi’s was okay, I guess.

When Brother Bao heard the young man, his focus wasn’t on the game characters and models.

Brother Bao asked, "Gonggong? Who’s Gonggong?"

The man replied, "A mythological figure from ’The Classic of Mountains and Seas,’ said to be Zhurong’s son and Kuafu’s great-grandfather, capable of controlling water. Legend has it that Gonggong’s rage against Mount Buzhou caused the sky to break, afterwards followed by Nüwa mending the heavens."

Brother Bao wasn’t familiar with so many mythological stories, so he just responded with an "Oh," "Sounds like an intense fight."

The young man became excited as he spoke about it, "When we were designing the game characters, we even talked about those mythological stories. There are many versions, and one theory is that Nüwa and Fuxi might represent the same person, or perhaps a tribe or clan. If it was an individual, then it probably was the leader of the clan or tribe. The stories in the mythology might be about conflicts between tribes or within a single tribe.

"Wow, a bunch of ancient gods with human torsos and snake tails, battling it out, causing mountains to crumble and rivers to dry up—just thinking about it is thrilling! That must have been quite the spectacle!"

Brother Bao didn’t show much interest in those mythological stories, merely stating, "Mythology is all made up; not to mention the ancient times when there was a lack of information, even today, yesterday’s events can spawn a hundred different stories."

The young man didn’t believe in myths either, thinking the ancients could exaggerate any little thing to the extreme, tagging it with all sorts of spirits and deities.

If there really were such powerful beings, mere mortals of ancient times would stand no chance against them.

Tsk, tsk! The ancients sure had wild imaginations!

Disbelief didn’t stop him from delving into them professionally. The young man continued, "Our team discussed, abstracting some core elements from mythical stories, and speculated that maybe back then, tribes were warring, just when meteors struck Earth, not just one, but several—it was all doomed!!"

After sipping some tea to moisten his throat, the young man sighed lightly, "Anything unexplainable was passed down as mythology. ’Nüwa mending the heavens’ might have tried to suggest Nüwa single-handedly dealing with an asteroid... No, that’s too far-fetched!"

Brother Bao just laughed.

He didn’t believe it either—Mythology is deceptive!

He professed belief in Lady Bai, but in reality, to him, believing in those made-up deities was less meaningful than having faith in his own ancestors.

Not to mention anything else, how great is it to spend money on Feng Clan’s zodiac coins!

He took off the gold chain around his neck, to which a copper coin was attached.

Blessed by the ancestors!

In Brother Bao’s mind, these zodiac coins were crafted and consecrated from different sources.

For instance, the zodiac coin Feng Yi gave to his little daughter—Feng Yi made the copper coins and then used some secret method, akin to having the ancestors consecrate them, turning the copper coins into irreplaceable Feng Clan zodiac money!

In essence—

My ancestors are freaking awesome!

As for praying to gods and Buddhas, he did that too when necessary.

Each project had its own rituals, and whichever deity was to be worshiped, someone was responsible, and Brother Bao would cooperate.

If it didn’t work, it certainly wasn’t my fault!

Brother Bao thought to himself.

Alas, considering himself a rational and clear-headed person, he couldn’t quite understand Feng Yi’s thinking and wasn’t sure if Feng Yi was an extreme believer.

As an elder, should he offer some advice?