On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there were many discussions about the new Yangcheng Natural Science Museum. The news was pushed through multiple local channels and was also officially reported in the official news.
Feng Yi saw several posts on his phone before going to bed at night. The news was quite popular online. The Titanoboa model and Feng Yi's "Snake Brother" were frequently mentioned by netizens. This was a benefit for both Feng Yi and Yangcheng Natural History Museum.
Feng Yi just casually glanced at the topic about Snake Brother on the Internet and then turned to pay attention to the serious official media reports.
One of the news reports by Yangcheng official media included a photo of the certificate issuance ceremony.
He is now a formal member and official consultant of the Joint Security Bureau's Expert Committee!
Although he is only a junior consultant, he is now an expert of a higher level than before!
Isn’t it just an honor? It’s also recognized by the Joint Guarantee Bureau. How valuable is that!
Not every junior consultant can join the expert committee. The one who can join is because of his outstanding ability in catching snakes, which is irreplaceable!
Feng Yi was reading the official news, feeling a little proud. He forwarded it to his friends circle and clicked on the picture to save it to his phone.
As soon as the news was forwarded, comments and likes continued. A variety show director who had rented Fengyi Courtyard before even left a message:
So you are really on the road to becoming an expert and never look back, and you really won't take another look at the entertainment industry? Even if you have time, you can make a guest appearance in a variety show!
When Feng Yi was interviewed at the museum's opening ceremony today, he had already made it clear that he would not enter the entertainment industry. Many topics about Feng Yi on the Internet also mentioned this, so these people who left messages were not really asking questions, but just expressing their feelings and sighs.
Feng Yi replied to several people who had sent private messages to him.
I don’t have time to go to the entertainment industry, and I, as a special consultant, don’t have time to film!
After checking the news and replying to messages, Feng Yi saw that it was already very late. He turned off the lights, put down his phone, swung his tail into a comfortable position, closed his eyes and prepared to go to sleep.
In his bedroom, he was always in a relaxed state, moving in his original form.
Sleepiness is brewing, and the brain is in a state of rest after a busy day.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, my cell phone rang.
In the darkness, Feng Yi opened his eyes.
The pupils of both eyes were narrow vertical lines, and they were dilated due to the lack of light in the room.
There seemed to be no emotion in those eyes that were cold and without a trace of warmth.
However, there seemed to be countless violent particles moving around in the environment. If there were other creatures here, they would definitely feel uneasy for some reason.
Feng Yi stretched out his arm to take the phone and looked at the caller ID.
She is Mr. Feng’s secretary.
The brain seems to be still in standby mode, and facial emotional reactions seem to be much slower.
Pressed the answer button:
"explain."
Just one word, with no rise or fall in the tone, and a slightly uncomfortable breath.
The secretary on the other end of the phone frowned and continued, "Master Yi, I'm sorry to bother you at this time. I'm the old man's secretary."
Feng Yi said "hmm" listlessly, indicating that he understood.
The secretary listened carefully to Feng Yi's voice and said, "Mr. Yi, is it convenient for you to talk now? The old man wants to talk to you."
Feng Yi yawned.
The secretary paused, then handed the phone to Mr. Feng who was sitting next to him. He covered the microphone of the phone and whispered in the old man's ear: "It's very quiet over there. His voice sounds a bit strange. I wonder if he has fallen asleep."
After saying that, the secretary stepped aside, just far enough away that he couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the phone. After standing up, the secretary touched the goose bumps on his arms. He didn't know why. He wasn't cold, but when he answered the phone just now, he felt a sudden chill that made his hair stand on end.
Mr. Feng's expression was as ugly as ever. When he heard what the secretary said, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The old man usually goes to bed early, but today he was in a bad mood and had a lot on his mind, so he couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he decided to call Feng Yi.
He knew that it was very late, but he also knew that his grandchildren and young people usually did not go to bed so early at night, especially people like Feng Chi, who were most energetic at this time.
He thought Feng Yi was the same, and he didn't expect that Feng Yi had already fallen asleep.
However, Mr. Feng didn't think he had done anything wrong, and habitually spoke in a condescending tone: "You sleep peacefully!"
Feng Yi didn't care about the old man's attitude, and said calmly: "I'm young and still growing, so I need more sleep."
When Mr. Feng heard this, he wanted to curse, what a useless body a man in his twenties has!
But thinking about the purpose of this call, I held back.
Having been in a high position for so many years, he has the final say in the family and is ruthless. He is no longer used to speaking in a euphemistic way.
"What I said last time, I will exchange it for one-third of my property."
Because it was on the phone, the old man didn't explain it very clearly, but Feng Yi knew what he said.
The only thing the old man is still concerned about is the secret of the Feng family.
Moreover, one third of the property is already the biggest compromise the old man can make.
The remaining old man can't move easily now.
Even if it's only one third, it's tempting enough.
Feng Chi always said that if even a little bit of the stuff in the old man's hands leaked through his fingers, it would be enough for an ordinary person to live on for a lifetime.
Even a playboy like Feng Chi would be greedy, not to mention one-third of the old man's total fortune!
Feng Yi was also greedy, but he knew that the deal could not be reached.
The secret must never be told!
If someone like the old man knew the secret, Feng Yi's good days would be over.
Feng Yi's tone was still calm, and it sounded like there was no fluctuation. "I have no interest in your property."
The old man paused and then said, "Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the betrayer?"
The man who opened a studio with Feng Yi, and ended up cheating Feng Yi, donated money, and ran away has not been caught yet.
Ever since Feng Yi found out that the old man was involved in the studio's affairs, he understood that it was not so easy to find that person.
Of course Feng Yi will always remember that traitor!
He also knew that the old man was using this matter to provoke him, and it was also a bargaining chip for the old man.
The heavy tail swept slowly back and forth on the mattress, making a vague rustling sound.
In the room, every particle in the air seemed to be uneasy.
"I'll find it myself."
There was no ups and downs in Feng Yi's tone, and every word seemed to be spoken with extreme calmness. There was also a slight hissing sound of airflow, which was not obvious. It seemed like an illusion, or distortion caused by call interference.
Old Master Feng felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't explain what he felt. Maybe it was the attitude of Feng Yi, or maybe it was because he hadn't stayed up late for a long time. It was rare that he hadn't rested at this time today, so his body was tired and protesting.
The old man looked gloomy, "Don't regret it!"
"No regrets."
After saying that, Feng Yi hung up the phone.
Throwing his cell phone aside, Feng Yi lay on the bed, quietly thinking about the old man and what happened in the studio last year.
Do you feel wronged? Do you feel aggrieved
It seems like there is a little bit, but it also seems like there isn’t.
The mood is becoming less and less.
The tail swung up, forming a curved question mark in the air, and then swung back after a while.
Feng Yi reached out and grabbed the tip of the tail, holding it behind his head.
Regarding the studio's affairs, no matter it was the Feng family who initially took action, or the collaborator who betrayed him, the person standing behind them was the old man. In the final analysis, it was a matter between him and the old man. As long as the old man was dealt with, everyone else would not be a problem.
At present, neither he nor the old man can do anything to the other, but this situation will not last forever. One is about to die, and the other is in his prime. It is obvious who will benefit from it in the future. Therefore, Feng Yi is not in a hurry.
There's no point in being anxious, he can only lie dormant now.
But the old man will be more anxious.
He just needs to be on guard against the old man using some extreme means.
Right now, Feng Yi has a clear goal. Instead of thinking about so many useless things and getting involved in those trivial matters, it is better to focus on his own career first.
If you earn more money and have more connections, you will have an advantage when dealing with the old man and have a higher success rate in finding people.
In the final analysis, it’s a lack of money and people.
There is also the matter of Venom, which is more important. He doesn't have the energy to continue arguing with the old man.
Before Director He left Yangcheng, he encouraged Feng Yi to take on more tasks from the Joint Security Bureau, but Feng Yi really couldn't let go of his hands and feet for the time being. He had to see how the Venom matter progressed before taking on tasks from the Joint Security Bureau.
The next day, Feng Yi went to find Xiao Wu.
"Can we start working on Venom?" Feng Yi asked.
"If you have made this decision after careful consideration, of course. Of course you can start!"
Xiao Wu didn't reveal much before Feng Yi made the final decision, because Feng Yi's choice also determined how much Feng Yi could know.
After thinking for a while, Xiao Wu asked, "I will arrange for you to meet with the manager of the laboratory. Do you want to talk on the phone instead of meeting, or discuss it in person?"
Feng Yi said without hesitation: "Let's make an appointment to meet."
Because he had been cheated before, Feng Yi preferred to meet people in person so that he could judge whether they were reliable based on the micro-emotional information from the other person.
Since Feng Yi has made his choice, Xiao Wu's smile became bigger. Feng Yi chose to study the venom, which was a good thing for him.
Seeing Feng Yi seemed unhappy, Xiao Wu, as a private doctor, would not ask too many personal questions besides his duties. But he could see that Feng Yi was worried, and he also noticed that Feng Yi looked at the instruments in the laboratory from time to time. Xiao Wu thought Feng Yi was worried about the source of funds. After all, the lack of instruments in the laboratory was not a small amount of money.
Seeing this, Xiao Wu comforted him: "After meeting with the manager of the laboratory, you don't need to spend much time on it except providing venom. Those are their jobs, and their salary is also divided from the profits. You can still do what you want to do. As I said before, you can occupy a more important position in the Joint Security Bureau and become a 'higher-level' expert from a 'higher-level' expert."
Feng Yi: “Hmm?”
Xiao Wu said seriously: "Money is just a number, don't worry too much about it."
Feng Yi: “…”
What pretentious words are you talking about!