Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1345 - 655: Taking the Expert’s Path to the End_2

"No problem, no problem." The young man was too excited, finally it was his turn to be appreciated by the boss.

Yan Fei only asked these people to write articles, specifically about the ranch, but did not specify any requirements. These people had no idea what he really wanted, but fortunately, as more articles caught Boss Yan’s attention, they began to understand a bit about his requirements.

Next, Yan Fei picked up the articles about earthworms and alfalfa, found the relevant people in charge, and made some requests for them to revise the articles.

When making requests, Yan Fei always spoke with a stern face, which made these few people feel somewhat apprehensive.

Actually, they had no idea that Boss Yan was also helpless; his fundamental requirement was just one thing: to make the articles simple and easy to understand.

These were published in non-mainstream magazines, and most of the readers, frankly speaking, were rural folks—to not write in such a way was impractical—even most from county and city agricultural technology stations, compared to these professional researchers, could only be considered rural folks.

And those from the laboratory were accustomed to writing academic papers, unconsciously using professional terms. Thus, the article written by the layman ranch security guard caught Boss Yan’s favorable attention.

After speaking to a few people in succession, Yan Fei got impatient and simply had them all stand together to listen to his lecture: "I’ve mentioned this before about these articles—they need to be written in plain and simple language. Do you know we once had a poet here whose poetry could be understood by old ladies and old men on the street? You need to follow this standard; the article must be plain and straightforward!"

Unexpectedly, while everyone nodded in understanding, an old man suddenly asked, "Is the boss referring to Bai Juyi, Bai Letian?"

Yan Fei was taken aback: "You know about Bai Juyi."

"Just a little, just a little," the old man said humbly. "I think we all understand what you mean; you want these articles to be written so that those who need them can understand them, right?"

The old man spoke subtly, but plainly speaking, the people who needed these articles were either farmers or cattle herders, whose level of education was slightly lower, and they wouldn’t understand even slightly sophisticated knowledge.

So instead of focusing on writing articles, it might be better to directly explain the benefits and how to implement these methods. Leave the more technical stuff towards the end, so those who can understand can read it, and those who can’t will not be affected in applying these methods.

Yan Fei was very pleased with the old man: "Exactly, you’ve done well too. By the way, I remember you’re responsible for writing about dinosaur habits, right? Have you written any recent articles? Bring them to me for review."

The old man agreed swiftly and, with agility unexpected for his age, turned and ran back inside.

Meanwhile, Yan Fei continued to review other articles. Just glancing briefly, he frowned and shouted toward the entrance: "What are you doing here? If you have something, come in and speak; if not, get out."

It turned out there was a dirty-looking middle-aged man lurking outside the lab, peeking inside!

Hearing Yan Fei’s words, immediately two security personnel prepared to drive the middle-aged man away. Unexpectedly, the man quickly ran a few steps toward them and shouted in broken Chinese: "Boss, I also have skills. I know how to blow cowhide... ah, I mean, to manufacture... manufacture cowhide..."

Oh?

Hearing of skills, Yan Fei became interested: "Alright, then come over here! Tell me in detail, what can you do?"

The middle-aged man was excited, broke free from the two security officers, and rushed over carrying a scent of cow dung, stopping a few steps away from Yan Fei, he started speaking eagerly: "Boss, I can manufacture cowhide. Look, the clothes on me and on them are all made by me. Those are just roughly processed. Here, I have a carefully crafted piece, take a look, Boss!"

This middle-aged man was clearly one of the lowest laborers at the ranch, evident from the cow dung smell on him. At this moment, knowing he was too filthy to approach, he held the cowhide hesitantly and looked pleadingly at the middle-aged man receiving Yan Fei, hoping he could help pass the cowhide over.

Yan Fei nodded, and the middle-aged man hurriedly went to fetch the cowhide, laying it on a corner of the table.

It was just two small pieces, but well-crafted indeed, much better than the cowhide belts sold on the street.

The middle-aged man began to explain while Yan Fei inspected the pieces: "The piece on top is processed from the outer layer of the hide, and the one below is from the second layer. Though my craftsmanship isn’t the best and I haven’t mastered my family’s finest techniques, given time, I will certainly figure it out..."

Physical labor in the ranch always needed to be handled by someone. These individuals, as the lowest tier of coolies, led somewhat difficult lives. This was partly due to Yan Fei’s demands; those who were useful received better treatment, while the rest fared worse. But more importantly, aside from Coolie No.1 and No.2, the rest were from Japan, a society known for its severe class stratification.

Originally, in human society, they would have maintained basic manners and etiquette, but once in this place, if those superficial courtesies were cast aside, it seemed that the lives of those lowliest laborers would be much worse than what Boss Yan demanded.

Just looking at this middle-aged man proved the point. After all, he knew leatherwork, but since he had never been specifically promoted by Boss Yan, he still lived a miserable life.

Yan Fei inspected the two pieces of cowhide for a while and then pulled them apart lightly, ripping them.

The middle-aged man’s face instantly turned pale, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, "Boss, I really put my heart into making these. This is the best I can do. I didn’t mean to deceive you, truly..." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"Alright, alright!" Yan Fei waved his hand. "It’s cowhide, not iron... Even if it were iron, I could rip it. I just wanted to see how much force it would take to tear it, to see how sturdy they really are. Your work is not bad, and neither are you. From now on, your treatment can be upgraded to that of a technician."

Coolie No.1, without waiting for the boss’s command, quickly noted it down: "Don’t worry, boss. I will upgrade his treatment tomorrow."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, knelt there, and repeatedly bowed his head: "Boss, I will definitely work harder in the future. You can rely on me. Although I haven’t mastered the best leather-making techniques from my family, the quality of the cowhide here is superb, and I will continue to strive to produce the best cowhide in the world."

Ambitious, aren’t you!

Yan Fei smiled and didn’t take it to heart, "Get up! From now on, you’ll be in charge of diligently researching leather production. Here, as long as you work hard, your treatment will definitely keep getting better."

Though currently not needed, Yan Fei felt that the leather-making skill would inevitably be useful sooner or later.

This was because he was already somewhat dissatisfied with the current sales price of cowhide.

He knew very well whether the cowhide in the ranch was good. Even without deep knowledge, having handled so much cowhide and even personally sold it for a while, he knew the simple good from the bad.

But for now, the cowhide sold to the leather factory in Provincial City had always fetched the old price. There was a portion of cowhide supplied to a customer from the south, which fetched a slightly higher price—the old adage about not putting all eggs in one basket applied, and relying on a single customer wasn’t advisable; maintaining two customers was already the minimum standard.

Yet, even with the slightly higher price, Yan Fei was still somewhat dissatisfied. This customer from the south was an unknown dealer, and the price was certainly not the ultimate end-supplier price.

With such high-quality cowhide fetching such a poor price, it was no wonder Yan Fei was unhappy.

Moreover, the current demand from Provincial City was decreasing further...

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