Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 583 - 580: Fanatics

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In the cramped room, beds were neatly stacked, the dim yellow light swinging back and forth, emitting a sour creaking noise.

On the faded yellow walls, shadows were heavy, and outside the room, rain poured down in torrents.

"Click."

The metal spring lock snapped into the ratchet, completely locking in place.

Bi Fang closed the door, leaving everyone inside looking at each other with a mix of expressions.

Richard fell silent for a moment, then drew in a deep breath, only to choke on the dust that filled the room, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

Everyone laughed.

Richard clapped his hands, "Alright, don’t just sit here, get back to work!"

Jerret muttered, "Should’ve said so earlier."

"Sitting cross-legged really is uncomfortable, my legs are getting stiff," Mandy complained, patting her thigh.

"Exactly, and we are running out of equipment again. I better get on with my own tasks. Oh, by the way, Mandy, have you seen my needle-nose pliers?"

"Needle-nose pliers?" Mandy denied fervently, "I definitely did not use them to twist the hose!"

"Damn it, you’ve admitted it! Give them back to me."

"I didn’t, no, I didn’t, stop talking nonsense!"

The floorboards in the hallway creaked mightily, their noise cutting through even the sound of the rain and thunder. Walking on it, Bi Fang had the illusion of being a medieval ninja moving silently across a nightingale floor, a type of flooring designed to alert occupants to an enemy’s intrusion.

The founder of the Tokugawa Shogunate, Tokugawa Ieyasu, once ordered carpenters to install a "nightingale floor" in the corridors of Nijo City as an alarm system.

They nailed extra metal clips between the joists that support the corridor flooring, and each clip had two nail holes. Inside the holes were iron nails, and when someone walked over them, the nails would rub against the clips, producing a sharp noise.

Walking on such noisy flooring, one might worry whether a group of samurai with Shimada-style hair would rush in and chop him to pieces at any moment.

Unfortunately, this was simply due to a lack of maintenance.

Outside, there were no patrolling samurai, just a group of idle "vagrants."

The town’s hotels and inns were unwelcoming, so the only option was to spend a fortune staying in these private lodgings. The walls were covered with mold spots, the air reeked of sewage, and a casual swipe of the finger left a thick layer of dust.

Staying here could make a person’s stomach turn enough to vomit their last meal.

This place was definitely not designed for living, nor was it any kind of guesthouse. Perhaps it was just a rundown cabin turned over by some money-hungry, lame old man looking for a bargain.

Even the wilderness was much cleaner than this place, and Bi Fang had indeed considered whether he should take Richard and the others to build a simple wooden hut on the mountain. It would certainly be cleaner and more comfortable than here, although there might be a few more mosquitoes.

Bi Fang clearly understood Richard’s concerns, and it wasn’t that he wanted to give up.

How could a man who wasn’t caught even once a year be so vulnerable? He was just beginning to doubt whether what he was doing was worthwhile, whether the great cost of making a documentary would indeed yield an equivalent return.

Richard lowered his expectations; he began to feel that he might not be able to awaken the public with just one documentary and stop Japan’s actions.

Just like with whaling.

But Bi Fang was full of confidence.

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Because the impact that the documentary "Dolphin Bay" had was far greater than Richard and others could imagine, it was unprecedented.

Even though it didn’t completely eliminate the existence of Dolphin Bay, it still caused a massive obstruction to the captures, and that was enough. Besides, Bi Fang believed that with his help this time, the footage they captured would be even more authentic.

At least he knew that those first slaughter scenes transmitted from the fishing boats were never seen in his former life: they couldn’t get close enough, nor did they have the capability to set up the equipment.

However, with Bi Fang’s help, Richard and his team gained that capability.

And with the influence he had attained so far, the sensation it created would undoubtedly be even greater.

No one can be perfect, but as long as we do our best, we can live without regrets.

Thinking of this, Bi Fang suddenly remembered something, took out his phone, and dialed Étienne’s number.

It was now 10:30 p.m. in Japan, but in France, it was just around 3 p.m., broad daylight, with Étienne grinding his teeth as he played a video game.

Accompanied by the sound of GAME OVER, Étienne despondently tossed aside his controller, which coincidentally lit up the screen of a nearby phone.

"ohshit!" Étienne slapped his forehead, "Could it be Elvan calling?"

Every day around this time, Elvan would call to urge Étienne to study diligently during the summer break instead of immersing himself in video games.

Well, what could he do when his old man was a university professor?

Alas, he had already caught up with his studies.

Étienne was quite disappointed, but when he picked up his mobile phone, he was surprised to find that it wasn’t his dad calling!

"Hey, Fang, what made you think to call me? Is there a new adventure waiting for me?"

"Yes, there is a new adventure waiting for you."

Bi Fang carefully leaned out the window and inched along the eaves, avoiding the downpour from the gutters while smiling in response, slowly making his way in a certain direction toward Taiji Town.

"Cool!" Étienne’s eyes lit up, he was just making a joke, but could it really be true!?

"Is it the African Savanna or the Congo Basin Rainforest, the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon is fine too, I heard no one has ever set foot there, is that true? Fang, you’re a Huaxia person, wait, aren’t you in Japan now?"

"You sure do ask a lot of questions." Bi Fang was somewhat exasperated, "First of all, although I am a Huaxia person, I haven’t been to the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon either. Secondly, I’m calling you because I need your help."

"Hey, even you need help sometimes?"

"Of course, do you want to keep listening or not?"

"OK, but you have to help me write a report as my summer practice!"

Bi Fang nodded calmly, "Sure, I’ll make sure to tell your teacher about how you’re blackmailing me for a report."

"Forget it, I was just joking."

Étienne flopped on the couch, a look of misery on his face.

"Just a joke, no big deal."

Bi Fang laughed softly and nonchalantly agreed.

A good practice report can serve as a key to admission to university, especially if it’s written by famous people, similar to a letter of recommendation.

Even though Bi Fang is a Huaxia person, Europe and America have never really cared much, but Bi Fang’s actions precisely hit some people’s fervor for "environmental protection," which made him quite popular.

Even Étienne’s friends have been asking on the down low if they could get an experience similar to the Goose journey from Bi Fang, simply because it’s too glamorous and full of value. Such students are highly sought after by many schools as a form of honor and proof of value.

To this, Étienne could only say heh.

After that, he never associated with that friend again.

Even Bi Fang himself has received many offers, but not to be a student, rather as an honorary professor.

"Alright, no more jokes, you have a Goose fan group, don’t you?"

"How did you know?"

"Elvan told me."

"...Alright."

"Pay close attention recently and look for anyone who posts overly zealous comments, keep an eye on them for me, and then tell them... this and that..."