Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 338 - 252 Where Did the Money Come From?_2

Feng Yi continued his walk up the mountain.

The ancestral home on the mountain still looked the same, barely changed at all.

Mute Uncle was also the same as ever, looking spry, just that he had switched to a new phone again, the latest smart device in a particularly limited edition. This setup made gaming wickedly smooth.

When Feng Yi arrived, Mute Uncle was playing a competitive game and picking on elementary schoolers.

Mute Uncle had no shortage of various tonics and food. What Feng Yi brought him were a few types of pastries made by Bing himself, suitable for someone of Mute Uncle’s age.

There were slight changes inside the ancestral hall.

Mute Uncle told Feng Yi that during Qingming festival, a few of the young lads from the Feng Family of Yang City had come by.

Feng Yi first came to offer incense and placed a few confectionery offerings.

"I heard that Old Man Feng wants to move this ancestral hall?" Feng Yi asked Mute Uncle.

Mute Uncle pursed his lips, typed something on his phone, and played the text-to-speech output:

[Just move it, moving it will make things peaceful, saves us the trouble of people coming now and then to pay their respects and causing a fuss!]

"Would moving it outright be okay?" Feng Yi asked.

Mute Uncle thought for a moment:

[If the elders of the Feng clan were to rise from their coffins, they definitely wouldn’t come for me, but for that old man in the Feng family.]

Then Mute Uncle typed a few more characters on his phone, switched to a different voice mode, and an aged but piercing voice came out:

[Undutiful children!!]

Feng Yi: "..."

Based on information he got from Mute Uncle and the butler before, Feng Yi surmised that the reason the ancestral hall was built here might be because it’s on a feng shui treasure land that could bring protection and fortune.

Some of the elders knew the secret, and they took it to their graves, allowing their descendants to place their spiritual tablets here and rest in peace with a smile.

Old Man Feng didn’t know and stated his intention to move the ancestral hall.

If that really happened, then just like Mute Uncle said, even if they were to send dreams it would be to seek out Old Man Feng.

Coming out of the ancestral hall, Feng Yi looked up at the sky.

Above the clouds, there wasn’t much energetic material, way too faint in comparison to that rocky islet in the sea.

He would need more energy for his next shedding, and to have it go more smoothly, he still should head to the rocky islet.

Feng Yi looked away from the sky and towards the secret chamber.

What exactly was buried under that secret chamber?

"Mute Uncle, can I dig a hole in there?" Feng Yi pointed at the secret chamber.

Mute Uncle sprang over, blocking the entrance to the secret chamber with his arms crossed in front of him, making an ’X’.

A clear and strong refusal!

"Okay then," Feng Yi stepped back and asked again, "What exactly is in there?"

Mute Uncle glanced at him and picked up his phone:

[Don’t know! Don’t dig!]

"Alright, alright, I get it, I won’t dig!"

Seeing such resistance, Feng Yi temporarily abandoned the idea.

From Mute Uncle’s reaction, at least for the time being, he wasn’t supposed to unearth whatever was inside.

Looking at Mute Uncle’s expression, he was urging him to leave the mountain.

With the beautiful weather, just as the butler had said, Mute Uncle definitely had plans.

Jia texted him that he had already arrived at the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, so Feng Yi didn’t linger any longer.

"Fine, then I’ll come to see you next time. If you run into any troubles here, remember to tell me!"

Mute Uncle tossed him two cans of tea leaves, waved his hand, and told him to scram.

Feng Yi scrammed.

It was only when he got into the car that Feng Yi opened the cans of tea leaves.

They smelled good, an early spring harvest, handpicked and processed by Mute Uncle himself.

After placing the cans of tea properly, Feng Yi told Jia to drive to the animal park.

Knowing that Feng Yi was coming over, the park had said they needed to examine the little koi and clean the snake den, so they brought the small python into an inner room.

The online monitoring didn’t reveal anything, and it was only when he saw it up close that Feng Yi realized, how did this little snake grow so quickly?

Perhaps Steve and the others, who saw it every day, didn’t feel it as strongly, but Feng Yi, coming in after intervals, could clearly see the snake’s rapid growth rate.

Compared with other snakes of the same age, it was already showing a slight advantage.

"Became stronger," Feng Yi observed the little snake coiled around his wrist.

For him, this tiny creature was undoubtedly weak, but compared to the other newly hatched pythons, its life signs were indeed stronger.

Seeing this, the zoo director smiled, his face radiant with joy.

Feng Yi was a constant topic of discussion online, always abuzz with activity. As long as Feng Yi continued to bring in traffic, they wouldn’t have to worry about their zoo’s snake exhibit lacking popularity.

The last variety show episode went viral; then, the blind boxes were a hit – the zoo had visitors from all over the country coming in daily to check in.

Indeed, this place had become a famous check-in spot for internet celebrities in the city. Visiting the snake exhibit was a must-do at the zoo.

Some were interested in the pythons, but most were curious about the little snakes hatched during the variety show.

And the little snakes didn’t look as terrifying as the big ones.

Steve and Feng Yi were both there when the director discussed the blind box sales and the follow-up plans with them.

The blind boxes were currently very popular, and they planned to keep producing them.

While the iron was hot, he wanted to launch some cultural products; for instance, he planned to sell printed T-shirts, hats, card cases, and backpacks featuring chibi images of "Little Koi" and "Little Citrus."

Steve and Feng Yi had no objections.

After all, the money they earned was going towards snake care.

During the conversation, the director had someone bring over two printed T-shirts, each featuring "Little Koi" and "Little Citrus," looking similar to the images in the blind boxes.

"They’ve already been washed and can be worn right away."

Feng Yi took the T-shirt to examine it, finding the quality decent and no pungent smell. freёwebnoѵel.com

After changing into it, he continued to examine the other cultural product samples the director had brought.

Elsewhere.

Feng Chi was showing off in his social circle, only to return home and find his mother waiting for him.

No sooner had he stepped inside than his mother grabbed his ear and scolded him, causing him to howl in protest.

His phone was nearly smashed into his face, displaying the all-liked update he’d posted on his social circle.

"You’re courting death! Today, you made up an excuse for skipping class, saying you had to attend a brother’s important ceremony, and then you went out to catch venomous snakes! You think you’re so capable! You think you’re Feng Yi?!"

"I know I’m not! Easy, easy! Mom, let me expla... explain!!" Feng Chi wailed.

His mother let go of his ear and glared fiercely at him, "Speak!"

Taking a step back, Feng Chi rubbed his red ear.

"That snake was fake, just a model! Don’t you know your own son? With my faint heart, if there was a real banded krait in front of me, I’d jump higher than a kangaroo! I’d have sprinted far away, no way I’d have tried to catch it!"

His mother still looked suspicious, "Fake? A model?"

"Yes, yes, yes, just a model! I swear!"

With that, Feng Chi took out his phone and showed her the photos he had taken in the warehouse that day.

"It’s really just a model. Brother Yi is creating his own collection museum, just for snake models. This banded krait was custom-made by a modeler for him."

Seeing his mother’s piercing gaze still fixed on him, Feng Chi continued:

"I went there today just to attend the groundbreaking ceremony for his collection museum, at Xiao Feng Mountain. The warehouse is not far from the construction site; it’s used to store models and some goods. That ’ancient behemoth’ of mine that Old Man Feng disdained is stored there. Look, these photos were taken in the warehouse today."

His mother took the phone and looked through the photos.

Indeed, the "banded krait" looked the same in every picture, and in a few, it appeared particularly stiff.

It was definitely a model.

Seeing his mother’s expression soften slightly, Feng Chi said, "I figured out today that Brother Yi probably isn’t short on money. He just bought a huge warehouse like that without a second thought."

Frowning, his mother said, "I don’t care whether he has money or not, what I want to know is whether you can finish your courses!"

"Got it, I’m going to class!" And with that, he quickly made his escape.

After Feng Chi left, his mother sat quietly on the sofa, pondering: Where did Feng Yi get all that money from?

She wouldn’t be surprised if Feng Yi had money. If he really had nothing, Old Man Feng wouldn’t tolerate him like this.

Now she was curious, how did Feng Yi make his money?

The missions from the Preservation Bureau wouldn’t make him rich, and the money from the zoo wasn’t much either.

Plus, she hadn’t seen Feng Yi attending any major commercial events.

As she was contemplating, her phone rang.

Upon seeing the caller ID, she quickly picked up and then stood up excitedly, "The delivery time is set?! Great, great, great!"

The crucial ingredient for the facial mask they had developed, a product from the Ancestral Factory’s subsidiary line, finally had a delivery date assigned!

She had no time to think about irrelevant matters now; all other concerns were cast aside.

"Ask them when we can reserve the next batch, and let’s get it scheduled quickly!"