Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 760 - 489: The Storm is Coming_1

Yue Gengyang’s threat was quite effective.

It was only because Andrei had received a special new drug from Ancestral Factory that he was able to leave the 24-hour special care room, half dead. Only then could he be conscious and energetic enough to talk with them here. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Once the drug’s effect and the adaptation period passed, he could take the next dose. Andrei certainly didn’t want to stay in the care room anymore.

Seeing Yue Gengyang serious, Andrei stopped joking and immediately said, "All right, all right, I apologize."

Then they changed the subject.

Watching this scene from a distance, Feng Yi whispered to Ji beside him, "If we’re talking about drugs and experiments, shouldn’t he be asking you?"

"He" referred to Andrei.

Ji smiled faintly, "We had a brief interaction before, and it wasn’t pleasant. On a technical level, I don’t understand what he says, and he doesn’t understand what I say. Beyond technology, Yue Gengyang is better at handling these matters."

Feng Yi nodded. Indeed, when dealing with someone like Andrei, it was more appropriate to have Geng handle it.

Although at this moment, Andrei and Geng appeared to have a good relationship, Feng Yi knew that Andrei had sent spies to Ancestral Factory with the intention of stealing technical secrets.

In response, Geng had counterattacked and shaken a large sum of money out of Andrei’s hands.

After the confrontation, well, both sides entered into a "honey-coated" period typical among businessmen.

But overall, power is still king.

Andrei was not the only one coveting Ancestral Factory; there were far too many others with intentions and incessant schemes coming from all sides, probing never ceased.

If at any time the probes found Ancestral Factory weakened, they would immediately enter into a stage of hunting and sharing the spoils.

Of course, the cruelty of business affects everyone the same. Andrei is like this, and so is Geng. Ancestral Factory’s globally renowned and irreplaceable status, aside from its technological and product advantages, made them strong in other areas too. When it’s time to cut down, they do not hesitate.

The two ahead continued conversing as if close friends, suddenly both looking in one direction at the same time.

Feng Yi looked that way too.

An elegantly dressed, seemingly robust old man with silver-gray hair, wearing a coat, walked briskly past.

He seemed to have just arrived, surrounded by accompanying personnel.

This man was not in a good mood today; his eyes were sinister, exuding an overt reluctance to communicate that made others keep their distance.

And yet there were those who seemed oblivious to his mood.

Andrei maneuvered his wheelchair close by, blocking the man’s path to greet him, "Hello, nematode~"

"Memory decline? Confused speech? Looks like you’re not far from death!" the silver-haired old man’s eyes were sharp as blades, looking at Andrei, "Or should I pull out the oxygen tank and stuff it in your goddamned mouth!"

Andrei remained composed, his face wearing a friendly and polite smile, "Oh, sorry, my bad. Let me try that again, good afternoon, Raymond."

"Good afternoon, freak! I really didn’t expect you could still walk out of the special care room alive!" Raymond continued walking, eager to leave the place quickly.

After all, being advanced in age, even quickening his steps wouldn’t get him very far.

Andrei controlled his wheelchair speed, following beside Raymond, "You seem to have a hormonal imbalance; is life not so harmonious? Or has the stock market made you sad again? Or maybe one of your investment companies collapsed..."

Andrei was this outspoken only because he knew the other man couldn’t do anything about it. If an ordinary person said the same thing, by now they’d likely have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

"Shut up! Bullshit!"

Raymond didn’t want to bother with the blather beside him but turned to Yue Gengyang instead, "You did one thing wrong, Yue, you wasted a precious drug on a scumbag!"

Andrei, "He saved a genius!"

Raymond, "Go to hell!"

While talking, Raymond’s gaze swept from behind Yue Gengyang across the crowd and landed on Feng Yi.

"Yue, the kid you brought this time, is he the one who went on vacation and dug up a super-large blue diamond?"

Without waiting for Yue Gengyang to respond, Andrei nodded, "Yeah, yeah, he also caught a big snake recently. That kid’s like a wild horse running loose, really damn wild!"

Yue Gengyang, "Shut up!"

Feng Yi, "..."

What "kid"? What wild horse?

How do they speak!

Show some respect!

Yue Gengyang didn’t want these people focusing on Feng Yi, so he turned to Raymond, "I really didn’t expect you to come. I always thought you were against it."

Raymond laughed sarcastically, "Hahaha, of course, I had to come, to see how scientists are killing the whole world!"

The tone of his voice suggested that he was an opponent of the Butterfly Plan.

The three groups of people quickly reached a fork in the road.

Andrei sat in the wheelchair, now with a brightly colored oxygen tank, looking to have recovered his mood.

Before parting, Andrei looked at Yue Gengyang and Ji Fan, "I still suggest the same thing, even if you don’t accept investment, you could be bolder in drug research!"

Andrei stretched out his thumb and forefinger, gesturing as if holding an invisible pea.

"Otherwise, you can easily be overtaken."

After Raymond and Andrei had walked far away, Feng Yi asked quietly, "What did Andrei mean by his last sentence?"

Ji replied, "He invested in several teams researching ’Y’ material and has indeed achieved quite a few results. But rest assured, our Ancestral Factory lives up to its advantages."

Standing at the forefront, how could one not fight?!

Feng Yi nodded; he trusted Ji and Geng in this regard.

"Is Raymond opposed to the Butterfly Project? Will he vote against it when the time comes?" Feng Yi asked again.

"Not necessarily," said Yue Gongyang. "Raymond is a very successful businessman. Even though he doesn’t like the project, he knows very well what is most beneficial. The Butterfly Project is the trend of the times."

After watching the live exercise, there would be a round of voting for the guests by the project team.

What would the Ancestral Factory’s stance be?

Ji and Geng left the decision to Feng Yi.

The group arrived at their assigned lodgings.

It was a building that fitted the island style, not very tall, but with a sense of technology.

In the same lodging building were other invitees from within the country. However, now was not the appropriate time for interaction; brief greetings were exchanged when they encountered one another.

"This floor, these rooms over here, and this area, will be ours for the next few days," Yue Gongyang gestured in the air.

In the circular building, they were allocated nearly a quarter of the area on one floor, which included lodging rooms, a leisure area, and a kitchen.

Yue Gongyang let Feng Yi pick a room, ensuring that no outsiders and no surveillance equipment were inside before letting anyone in.

"Settle down and rest a bit, I’ve already had food prepared. If you find it boring, you can leave your room to relax, but try not to leave the building," Yue Gongyang told Feng Yi, "There’s no internet here, but you can use a satellite phone. For other details, you can look at this."

He placed a more detailed manual in Feng Yi’s room.

In a place with strict management, an army presence, numerous restrictions, and a complex mix of people, Feng Yi had no intention of wandering about aimlessly right now.

After flipping through the manual for a while, Feng Yi approached the window.

The default setting for the room was closed, but the window could be switched to other modes, allowing it to unfold into a balcony or a viewing platform with a better view.

The expanded balcony wasn’t large but sturdy enough as long as Feng Yi didn’t bounce around on it in his original form; it could handle the weight just fine.

Standing on the unfolded balcony, Feng Yi could smell the barrage of scent information coming from all directions.

Without leaving the room, without stepping out of the building, he could sense both nearby and distant situations.

Most were unfamiliar scents, but some were known; for example, the smell of his cousins from the building next door.

This time, his aunts and uncles by marriage were also invited along with the juniors from their families. If everyone had free time, they could go and say hello.

Looking upward, experts from the invited teams on the roofs of various buildings were analyzing the clouds in the sky.

The storm was coming.

Although they could obtain data from the meteorological department, they trusted more in what they personally monitored here.

Feng Yi looked toward the sky.

He could still see planes arriving and landing continuously.

The Butterfly Project team had sent out a hurried invitation with limited time, and the invitees would try to arrive within the allotted time frame. Beyond that was to enter the storm warning zone, and even for the sake of personal safety, the invitees took this timeline seriously.

The storm hadn’t arrived yet but was already approaching. Compared to the forecast from two days ago, the path had slightly changed, but not significantly.

Feng Yi could even sense the lush development of the storm clouds and the active convection.

The storm was powerful, carrying heavy winds and rain, and had a wide-reaching impact. However, in Feng Yi’s eyes, it was a relatively well-behaved storm, which explained why it had been chosen.

From the project team’s "casting" perspective, it too was a very suitable target. It was unlikely to suddenly pull off a flashy maneuver or challenge the project team’s stretched nerves.

Feng Yi was curious to see what the Butterfly Project’s Meteorological Weapons would be like against such a normal storm and how much energy could be produced?

Thinking of the dazzling spectacle of lights like a starry sea made him look forward to it.

This time he had no other business, just to quietly watch the entire event, and then casting a vote would be OK.

While Feng Yi observed the sky, the Butterfly Project team was also closely monitoring the storm that was growing ever closer.

Although there were slight changes from the path forecast two days ago, the variables were not significant. The experimental island had a very high chance of not facing the storm directly.

"Even if it does face it directly, there’s no need to worry," said a person in charge at the Butterfly Project’s command center.

"If it does come head-on, it will allow the guests to see more clearly and feel more profoundly," he added.

He looked at the typhoon path prediction map on the large screen ahead.

Several lines on the map suggested different forecasted paths, some passing directly over the trial island, some skirting it, and others a bit further away.

On the satellite image, compared to the vast cloud formation, the experimental island was really too small.

No matter which path the storm took next, the island would witness some critical scenes, and they would achieve their purpose for this live exercise.

"After all, it’s not a ’monster,’ that kind of storm with high difficulty in targeting is what’s really troublesome."