Chapter 205: Chapter 202 Glorious All the Way
“Peter, hurry up!”
“Okay, coming!”
In the room, Peter was rapidly packing his clothes, stuffing his coat haphazardly into his backpack and running downstairs with his suitcase on his back.
“Be careful!” his aunt scolded as Peter slid down the banister.
As he slid down the stair rail, Peter yelled past his aunt, who wore a helpless expression, “It won’t happen again next ti!”
Stepping out of the house, Ben shook his head with a smile, “He’s too excited,”
His aunt complained, “It’s all because of you, we’ve only got two days for the weekend, and you agreed to Peter’s request to watch the goose migration. Plus, Christmas is just a few days away, and I still have so much to prepare.”
“We can’t help it, the opportunity is so rare, and we haven’t gone on a trip in such a long ti. Plus, with Peter insisting so strongly, going once is no big deal.”
Uncle Ben scratched his head, how could he admit at this mont that he himself wanted to go? Poor Peter had to take all the bla. That’s right, he’s the main culprit!
But May still worried about the money, wouldn’t it be better to save that money for a Christmas tree? Seeing May unhappy, Ben continued to persuade her, he wanted the family to have a good trip, so not to worry about these trivial matters.
“This is about protecting geese, you know, a worldwide first! Christmas can happen many tis, but migration happens only once. We are witnesses to history. Just think, in the future, not only will these birds not go extinct, but they will also increase in numbers! When they fly over your head, you will rember that you also participated in their salvation. It’s very aningful, I’ve already bought the tickets.”
His aunt imagined it for a mont and finally sighed. There was nothing she could do about the uncle-nephew duo as she dragged the suitcase and opened the car door.
“Alright, just this once, transoceanic plane tickets are really expensive.”
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“Ready, Fitz?”
“All set!”
Fitz, with his backpack on, ran toward Matthew.
“I never thought I’d be back to my original job as a photographer, and to personally take photos. This cara is way too heavy.”
Matthew laughed, “Think of it as a vacation. Christmas is coming, and this is a double holiday!”
“You’re right, it’s a paid vacation! And we get to witness history on the way!”
“Hahaha! That’s right, we’re off to witness history!”
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“How much longer till we get there?”
“The news said tomorrow.”
“I thought it was the day after tomorrow?”
“Maybe because you watched the news yesterday?”
“Oh, could that be it? Makes sense!”
…
“Our reporter has already arrived at the Camargue Wetlands. According to reports, the geese may arrive today or tomorrow, and this is the largest lake in the Camargue Wetlands, which will also be the most likely landing spot for the geese.”
The riverside crowd bustled about, with tents everywhere. Many people even arrived here three or four days earlier, countless photography enthusiasts setting up their “big guns and small cannons” to capture the first monts of the geese landing.
The wetland manager looked at the lake shore crowded with at least a thousand people and smiled; revenue from ticket sales alone over these two days exceeded holiday earnings!
Everyone was focused on this geese migration, from the governnt and the public to enthusiasts around the world, with over a million people following the livestream.
Tube and Wolf Fang’s collaborative channel started a trial run with Bi Fang’s consent, allowing audiences around the world to watch on their respective platforms and join the sa livestream to watch Bi Fang’s broadcast, with the combined viewership already surpassing a million!
Even language lessons started in the livestream room, with dostic and international players enjoying themselves imnsely, everyone spontaneously cheering for Bi Fang and Étienne.
“Look, Bi Fang!”
On the brand-new airplane, Étienne pointed at the mosaic of colors on the ground.
Bi Fang removed his wind goggles to look down, seeing dark text pressed into the green lawn: Master Fang, Étienne rocks! The word “Master Fang” was in Chinese, “Étienne” was in French, and the rest was in English. On the green ground, the text was square and upright.
On the edge of the text, people got out of their cars and waved toward Bi Fang and Étienne in the plane.
The audience in the livestream all showed shocked expressions.
[Damn, people have made it here already?]
[How did they find out Old Fang’s route? Who leaked the info? Co clean!]
[Isn’t it easy to guess? Knowing the hospital where Old Fang stayed and then the Camargue Wetlands, just look at the map and see which places are far from the cities, the shorter the distance, the easier it is to guess the route.]
[Is there any other strear in the world as badass as Master Fang? He’s the ultimate cultural export! Who says our Asian people aren’t capable? Look at Master Fang! He can take on ten at a ti!]
[That’s right, the first ti I entered the livestream, I thought his na was so uncool, and Master Fang was hardly known, I was about to leave, but luckily Old Fang let out a howl at that ti, and I ended up staying ever since.]
[Aged fan here! So envious! I found out about Master Fang during his second livestream, I was wondering then who the new strear was, just arrived at Wolf Fang and straight to the front page recomndation, so badass, and it turned out to be genuinely explosive! Blew away!]
[Actually, there are two versions of the videos on Bilibili, a complete version and an edited version, you can watch both, no worries if you missed it…]
[What do you know? Participation is important, and anyway, the full version doesn’t have bullet comnts, it just doesn’t have the sa feel!]
[My god, I’m so jealous, I’m in Ugly Country, I just found out about it this livestream, what a pity.]
The audience engaged in a heated discussion, and more and more people started to talk about their experiences of getting to know Bi Fang, even international netizens joined in.
Nobody expected that in less than half a year and after just four livestreams, Bi Fang had completely stirred up a wilderness survival craze, turning the attention of the whole world towards him.
It was a miracle, an irreplicable miracle!
There was always a kind of magic in Bi Fang’s livestreams, a core competitive power that no one else could learn, no matter how hard they tried to emulate.
Even if Bi Fang revealed all his wilderness survival knowledge to others, hoping to teach them with the sa patience as he would his own child, they would never learn it.
That was the magic represented by the na Master Fang; when people heard it, the only thing that ca to mind was the word “legend.”
This was a truly living contemporary legend.
“Hello everyone!”
Étienne waved and shouted to the people nearby, and the crowd below waved back, with children running after the plane carrying colorful banners.
More and more people were paying attention to Bi Fang, and their movents could no longer be concealed.
“How does it feel?”
Étienne laughed, “Great! Woo-hoo!”
This feeling of being the center of attention and anticipation was just too aweso!
Underneath the plane, Elvan’s car followed, also waving to the passers-by on both sides.
Today was the penultimate day; they planned to arrive at the Camargue Wetlands by tomorrow morning.
Bi Fang had ended up resting in the hospital for only two days, because he couldn’t delay any longer, with very little ti left. On the third day, he set off with Étienne once more, dragging his injured body to cross the whole of France in five days, in order to complete the mission within the deadline.
At night, the group found a secluded corner to land.
“Be careful.”
Étienne tied the plane to a tree, then cautioned Bi Fang.
Bi Fang smiled and jumped down from the float: “My injuries aren’t that severe.”
“Ti to eat.”
Inside the RV, Elvan ca out with bread. That was their dinner.
Perhaps because the last difficulty of the trip had been overco, the System did not issue any notices but instead reminded Bi Fang that his main mission was already complete.
Tomorrow would be the last day. Bi Fang looked up at the starry sky, a view he had seen countless tis over the month, yet it never felt monotonous.
Bi Fang rembered Kant saying there were three kinds of happiness: one was from direct benefits to you, offering you advantages, a material or physiological joy.
The second type was the happiness you feel when you do the right thing, a moral pleasure.
The last kind is neither beneficial to you nor related to morality; it’s when you feel comfortable and indescribably joyful in your soul upon hearing the wind rustle the falling leaves in the middle of the night.
In this mont, as he looked at the stars, happiness felt so simple.
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