Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 759 - 488 Arriving at the Base_1

Yue Gengyang’s information was reliable; the very next day after Feng Yi finished his preparations, he received an official notification.

Storms do not schedule their arrivals or make bargains, and once the Butterfly Project’s Command Center set its targets, it immediately sent out notifications with fixed timelines that could not be altered.

As for those who could not arrive on time due to unforeseen circumstances, the exercise would not wait for them.

Therefore, all parties involved acted swiftly upon receiving the notification, for they had long been preparing for this day after painstakingly securing their spots and could not afford any mishaps now that departure was imminent.

In accordance with the arrangement, Feng Yi went directly to the headquarters of Ancestral Factory, rested in a room prepared for him in the headquarters building overnight, and incidentally left some research material to lend a hand to a few tasks in the lab.

The next day, Feng Yi, along with Ji and Geng—also known as Ji Fan and Yue Gengyang—and their accompanying teams, headed to the airport together.

The departure team from Ancestral Factory had a total of thirty people, including ten crew members.

Normally, ten crew members would not be necessary, but this occasion was special; to prevent any uncontrollable external problems that might arise in transit, the crew was slightly more extravagant than usual.

At the airport, the plane was already waiting.

The business jet, which had been modified from a passenger plane and bore the insignia of Ancestral Factory, had been on standby for some time.

A passenger plane with a seating capacity of over three hundred was converted into a private plane that could comfortably accommodate around thirty people.

Inside were two bedrooms, one of which was reserved for Yue Gengyang and his spouse, while the other was for Feng Yi.

The destination of this flight was a small island at sea, not the Command Center for the Butterfly Project but one of the experimental bases.

After several hours of flying, considering the long duration, Ji and Geng—who were both busy individuals—had brought along their key assistants and secretaries to continue working on the plane.

The bodyguards also gathered to discuss the security arrangements for this trip.

The crew members each had distinct roles and were vigilant at all times.

Only Feng Yi lay in the bedroom, watching satellite television.

After watching for a while, losing interest, he turned off the television, pulled out some Butterfly Project-related materials to review, including the list of some famous individuals confirmed to attend this time.

He had already looked through these documents before departure, but since there was nothing much else to do, he reviewed them again to reinforce his memory.

On the contrary, he wasn’t as intrigued by the experimental details of the Butterfly Project; no amount of text could compare to his firsthand experiences. Having encountered it directly, the mystery faded, as did the intense curiosity.

Compared to that, he was more interested in reviewing the materials about both supporters and opponents of the Butterfly Project.

Midway through reviewing the materials, he took a break for a meal, slept for a while, and then they had already reached their destination.

However, the plane could not land immediately.

Other planes were also approaching the island at this time slot.

Due to airspace and air traffic control, each arriving plane flew along the routes and altitudes provided by the base to await further instructions for safety reasons, to avoid conflicts.

In simple terms, too many planes were arriving in a short time, so they had to queue up for landing.

Of course, it was possible not to follow instructions, but at one’s own risk.

The experimental base was well-equipped with military forces.

Before the arrival of Feng Yi and his team, the plane from Jing City had already reached the designated airport at the base.

Dai Fangxun, who had met Feng Yi before, was among those who took off with the national team this time.

No matter how slaphappy or casual on ordinary days, when they emerged from the aircraft, everyone was dressed neatly, standing erect, with a serious demeanor.

In such an event, representing one’s country’s image, as well as the stakes of various institutions, demanded a serious and cautious approach.

Yet, being young, as they disembarked from the plane and saw the unique configurations different from other places, they could hardly conceal the curiosity and excitement on their faces.

Upon seeing the individuals in familiar military uniforms who had come to pick them up, the youth inwardly remarked:

Otherwise, why say that joining the national team feels safer? This place is garrisoned by our own military forces!

This pickup lineup absolutely radiates moral integrity!

Moving forward, their gaze took in the emblems on the planes that had already arrived, speculating which individuals they represented, while also curious about some of the base’s unfamiliar features.

Unable to speak out loud, the young individuals communicated through glances.

A middle-aged man ahead of them slightly turned his head and gave a light cough.

The young individuals instantly straightened up, their playful gazes refocused and no longer wandering.

Shortly after the national team arrived, Feng Yi and his team’s plane also reached the airport.

However, even though their planes parked at the same airport, they were directed to different departure lounges, and thus, after disembarking, Feng Yi did not encounter anyone from the national team.

Feng Yi followed his team into the departure lounge, taking in the details of the building’s interior.

Sitting on the plane, looking down from above, one could see multiple buildings of various sizes on the island, both circular and elliptical.

The airport waiting lounge had a similar design, not particularly artistic, but possessing a technologically solid construction. Being one of the main bases for experiments, it must have withstood the test of many severe storms.

As Feng Yi was observing, an excited voice came from diagonally in front:

"Hey! Yue! My dear friend!"

Feng Yi looked in the direction of the voice.

An elderly man was sitting in a wheelchair, laughing and waving over here, with about a dozen bodyguards closely following him.

Feng Yi recognized him.

He had read about him on the materials provided on the plane—the energy tycoon Andrei, one of the major backers of the Butterfly Project.

Although he was only in his sixties, he had run himself ragged to the point of looking like he was in his eighties or nineties.

In his youth, Andrei inherited a private oil company from his father, and during a nearly twenty-year period of climate anomalies, he seized the opportunity of that unique era. While many of his peers were "buried," he rode the wave of the times to complete the transformation of energy sources and build his own industrial empire.

Andrei was indeed a genius, but he was also quite mad, or as some netizens would say, he sometimes dared to court death, acting in an outrageous manner.

Although his industrial empire was very powerful, it had taken a toll on him, and now he sat in a wheelchair, still breathing oxygen.

Andrei was also a key member of the Butterfly Project’s private investment group. He even expressed his willingness to participate personally on multiple occasions.

But his well-known craziness led to his rejection by the project team.

However, even after being refused, Andrei maintained an active supportive attitude towards the Butterfly Project and had kept a relatively good relationship with the project team—at least that’s how it appeared on the surface.

At this moment, Andrei, controlling his wheelchair, came over here. His brown hair, streaked with silver, flailed in the wind, and he still had the oxygen tubes in his nostrils, but that didn’t affect his speech.

Whether it was his own issue or because he was on oxygen, his voice had a chilling tone, and paired with his old, exaggeratedly expressive face, most people, even without knowing his identity, would feel a sense of dread when facing him.

But clearly, the people from the Ancestral Factory were not among these "most people."

And Andrei didn’t care how others saw him, he laughed heartily while greeting them and maneuvered his wheelchair closer, continuously chattering:

"What kind of injection did I get last time? Oh, it was amazing! Miraculous! Look, I’ve been able to leave the ICU! Dear Yue, can’t I have another shot?"

Yue Gongyang responded with a composed, light smile, "Believe me, the duration is too short, another injection would cause the cells in your body to... Boom! Just like an overinflated balloon. Your mouth, nose, eyes, ears would all continuously bleed. You wouldn’t want that outcome."

"Alright," said Andrei, his eyebrows not raised a millimeter higher, just showing a hint of expected disappointment.

He wasn’t sure if it was a bad mood or not, but he pulled out the colorful and flashy oxygen cylinder from his portable oxygen device and carelessly threw it behind him.

Someone immediately caught it, and almost instantly, a person beside him replaced it with an oxygen cylinder that matched Andrei’s mood: a muted blue-gray, smoothly making the adjustment.

The new oxygen cylinder was a little more somber, seemingly reflecting the boss’s mood at the moment.

This level of coordination from his entourage... It clearly wasn’t something that could develop overnight. How long had it taken to train to this level?

This was the first time Feng Yi had seen Andrei in person, previously he had only seen news about him on the internet.

Andrei was seen as a sort of oddity by the world.

He was a globally famous internet celebrity, extremely active on social media platforms. However, what the world knew him for was not his status as an energy mogul, but his risky and outrageous behaviors.

For example, Andrei had long planned and indeed spent a fortune preparing—for when he passed away, he wanted a professional team to live-stream his funeral, shooting his coffin into space! To let the whole world see his coffin ascending to the heavens!

As Feng Yi pondered over Andrei’s deeds, he noticed that Andrei’s emotions fluctuated quickly and intensely, like an overturned ink pot. The thin line between genius and madness was vividly epitomized in Andrei.

At that moment, Andrei’s gaze swept over and landed on Feng Yi, pausing briefly before asking Yue Gongyang, "Wow, brought your family’s kid along to gain some experience?"

Yue Gongyang spread his hands in a gesture that implied "What can I do? I’m helpless against him."

There were many people who brought the younger generation to gain experience this time; Andrei did as well, except he thought his descendants lacked his groundbreaking talents, so he was impatient with having those "useless" individuals accompany him.

Yue Gongyang continued walking towards the reception room, with Andrei controlling his wheelchair to catch up, still endlessly prattling on:

"Do you really not need any investment?"

"Dear Yue, there are still thousands of proteins in the human body that remain unexplored, and every year countless funds are poured in, so many people are researching, but only you have discovered those miraculous substances! This is an opportunity given by God! You need more investment to expand your research team! To receive God’s blessing!"

Without stopping, Yue Gongyang replied, "Sorry, I respect your beliefs, but I don’t worship God."

Andrei: "Oh right, you’ve said it, you worship [Nuwa] [Fuxi]?"

His pronunciation in Chinese was quite accurate.

Andrei: "Understood, you worship the serpent gods."

Yue Gongyang stopped in his tracks: "I need to correct you, they are gods, not serpent gods! Don’t get it wrong, otherwise, you’ll be out of the next shot!"