861: Chapter 482: Logging and Contribution_2 861: Chapter 482: Logging and Contribution_2 Before he knew it, the young man had brought Yan Fei to a warehouse in the outskirts of a factory district.
The warehouse was attended by an old man whose hair had all turned white.
Seeing the young man, he greeted, “Hey, Luo Botou, you’ve brought another custor.
Co in, co in, what are you folks here to see today?
Wait a sec, and I’ll get it for you…”
“This is Boss Yan, here to check out the chainsaws.
Let tell you, Old Luo Botou, Boss Yan is a pretty capable young man.
His cattle farm sells beef all the way to Hong Kong.
This ti he’s helping a friend pick out so stuff.
Why don’t you hurry up and bring so tea over…” The young man was quite familiar and started joking with the old man.
It was clear that even though the factory didn’t look like much, the people inside were really decent.
Every person he encountered from the entrance looked spirited.
Yan Fei saw this and felt deeply moved.
These people must be just like Old Master Xing from his own beef jerky business, having co out of a state-run factory that was on the brink of bankruptcy, having lived through those uncertain days.
Now that life was looking hopeful, they were energized every mont of the day.
The young man quickly dragged over a large piece of wood, the type of tree it ca from unknown.
Then, he brought out a chainsaw from the warehouse, tugged on a small rope, and the chainsaw started roaring.
Although Yan Fei had said he wasn’t the main buyer, the young man still operated the chainsaw while explaining so points of attention to him.
Yan Fei had seen this company’s display at a trade fair and had left a business card since Miss Xu Xiaoyan was there at the ti and he hadn’t planned on making an imdiate order.
Now that the trade fair had ended and the lady had gone to her classes, he finally had so ti to handle his own affairs.
Watching the chainsaw cut through the wood, sawdust accumulating on the ground in an instant, Yan Fei felt a surge of happiness.
With this thing, his plan to establish a base should speed up, right?
Technology changes life, ah!
After trying out several chainsaws and finding them quite simple to operate, Yan Fei gestured expansively, “Start with fifty units, I’ll give you a call if I need more.”
While fifty units wasn’t a huge quantity, a custor who made such swift decisions and paid in full on the spot was not soone you’d et every day.
Luo Botou took Yan Fei to finance to make the paynt and get the delivery note.
By the ti they returned, Big Luo Botou had already instructed his people to load the goods onto a small truck.
Yan Fei got into the vehicle, waited for the goods to be delivered to his villa, and then sent everything to Vegetable Garden Island.
Then he left the house, locked the door, and transford into a small bird to fly towards Sancha River.
Halfway there, he descended into a deserted ravine on a small mountain and began to get busy.
Arriving at the adow valley, he directed his crew to unpack the chainsaws, fill them with fuel they’d prepared earlier, and then dispatched them one by one into the forest.
In front of these people, he transford into a Tyrannosaurus and road about for a while.
Clearly larger and more agile than a normal Tyrannosaurus, the presence of this beast caused all the dinosaurs, big and small, to scatter and flee the area.
Then he started fires in the forest to smoke out the little insects.
With over twenty chainsaws roaring to life, the alien noise ensured the safety within the vicinity.
Of course, Yan Fei wasn’t idle; he had to keep an eye on the workers from ti to ti.
The group had grown numb by now, knowing that no work ant no food.
Plus, the creature that had just been a Tyrannosaurus suddenly beca a Pterosaur circling the sky, occasionally changing into a small flying dinosaur to chase away so giant bugs that had gone unnoticed.
One after another, the trees were felled by a group of destructive individuals; soone would co up and haphazardly trim the branches, cut off the crown, and then these things would disappear without a trace, no one knowing where they ended up.
The capacity of humans to adapt is truly imnse; at least after working for so ti, the initial feeling of fear had dissipated.
As long as they were still of use, as long as they could work, the creature that had captured them would protect them—what was there to fear?
After a clearing was made in the forest, everyone’s work efficiency increased even more.
They were only responsible for logging; they just needed to be careful not to get crushed by falling trees.
As for everything else, even if other Pterosaurs flew overhead and defecated on them, they would turn a blind eye—after all, such blind Pterosaurs would soon be taught a humiliating lesson and flee.
They didn’t even need to set aside ti for als.
Each person had brought water and dried at, and when they were hungry or thirsty, they would take a bite or a sip and continue working.
Although these workers ca from different places, different countries, and didn’t even speak the sa language, there was no doubt that at this mont, they were all exemplary employees who would be hard to find elsewhere, working desperately hard.
As ti went on and everyone got to know each other better, they found that as long as it didn’t interfere with work, Yan Fei didn’t mind them chatting casually, and so even started talking about their ho lives.
The group from Japan, especially, who ca from the ranch, were not originally together.
Now, having been separated for many days and having gone through the terror between life and death, they had even forgotten the unpleasantness of fighting over food back in the cave.
Yan Fei took this opportunity to brush up on his Japanese.
After listening for a while, he got an idea.
Standing on a tree, with his manhood still swaying in the wind, he began to speak, “The one who works the best today will get to stay in the Pasture Valley, where life is good; those unfamiliar can ask around.
If you’re the worst worker, then you’ll be sent to the toughest valley.
How well you work today determines your life for a while—keep count of how much you do and report back.
If anyone cheats, they can expect to beco food for that python!”
It was a Titan Python that had eaten too much to move.
The poor snake was having an unlucky streak—it didn’t know how many generations’ worth of bad luck had fallen upon it.
It was beside a mountain stream, basking in the sun to digest its al, when Yan Fei got his hands on it.
Now, Yan Fei had tied it up in a knot on the ground, and while Boss Yan, who was not working, was bored, he observed the surroundings and retied the snake into a knot whenever it managed to loosen itself slightly.
Imagine a python twenty ters long and more than a ter thick, with its belly swollen to at least two to three ters in diater due to its al.
Yet now, this terrifying python was being treated like a toy; it had absolutely no ability to resist and was being played with like a rope—though the knotted python looked like a small hill, it couldn’t escape the fate of being a re plaything.
A sated python was just an animal to be slaughtered at will; not only was it slow to move, but its massive size also hindered its ability to untie itself from the knots.
After struggling for a long ti, it would just be tightened up again by so bored individual, which was truly pitiable.
This sight, both horrific and bizarre, spurred the workers to put in even more effort.
By sunset, on the plains where the large river flowed into the sea, hundreds of huge logs had been piled up.
As for the tree crowns, Yan Fei kindly threw them in front of the migrating Tyrannosaurs, allowing the group to re-experience the happiness of having food to eat.
The migrants were dinosaurs living near the Arctic; while other places were still hot, the Arctic had already started to cool down.
Countless dinosaurs living there had to form enormous migration groups, gradually moving towards areas where food was plentiful.
The migration path was actually a road of death.
In this process, so areas were completely barren.
Not to ntion enough food, it was hard to see even a green plant.
And these migrating dinosaurs might go a week without tasting even a morsel of food.
Many of the old, weak, sick, and crippled would be left forever on this road.
This was natural selection at work, but now, with Yan Fei wanting to build a base, with the eccentric Boss Yan from the frenzied forest, their migration path had been made much easier.
Quite a few dinosaurs that no longer had the strength to walk, upon receiving so food, might just survive to reach their destination and live a little longer.
“At least I have saved quite a few dinosaurs, contributing to the dinosaur world,” he thought to himself.
Watching in the glow of the sunset, countless starving dinosaurs surrounded the discarded tree crowns, gnawing even the bark to reveal the white wood beneath; Yan Fei felt a touch of self-satisfaction.
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