Chapter 513: Chapter 510: Stone Cara
July 1st.
Bi Fang opened the system panel to routinely check his weight.
[Unique Binder: Bi Fang]
[Growth Age: 25]
[Height: 185.7cm]
[Mass: 78.2KG]
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After nearly a week of eating, drinking, and exercising, Bi Fang had successfully returned to his pre-rainforest survival condition, and the rapid transformation of Platinum Body had turned nearly all of the eight jin of weight gain into muscle.
“It has grown quite a bit, but it’s still not enough.”
At a height of 183, 78 kilograms of muscle mass just t the basic level of a light heavyweight boxing champion, but since acquiring Platinum Body, the perfectly built Bi Fang had grown by two centiters.
“Eighty kilograms and up would be satisfactory; I need to keep increasing it.”
Bi Fang took a bite of his burger. These days, his diet’s main the was high energy and high carbohydrates, followed by a series of fitness plans. Along with using the underground water pressure training device and the transformation of Platinum Body, he could transform fat into muscle strength at an incredibly fast rate.
Descending from the bedroom, Jerret and the others were already drawing the map of Dolphin Bay. Upon seeing Bi Fang co downstairs, they greeted him and continued their research.
For nearly a week, they had been studying how to film, plan the route, and… physical training.
Having learned from the first experience, Bi Fang arranged a specialized physical fitness program for everyone, with the aim of being able to run faster and longer when real danger arrived, to avoid being easily caught and beaten up, or even lose their lives.
Even Richard, the oldest of the group, couldn’t escape the training.
Fortunately, everyone knew it was for the sake of their own lives, so the training was rather effective, at least they no longer gasped after a few steps.
On the other side, Ganna’s diving champion, Mandy Ray Cruickshank, and diving coach Keke Clark erged from the basent, shaking the water droplets from their hair.
The two had just finished using the water pressure training device.
As they walked, Mandy marveled, “No matter how many tis I use it, I am always amazed. Its pressurization effect is fantastic, making feel as if I’m dozens of ters underwater, both in sensation and environnt. Most importantly, the safety; to get out, I just need to turn off the pressurization and ascend a few ters. I really want to install one in my own ho.”
If Mandy had not experienced it firsthand, she could not have imagined that there was such a useful training device in the world—safe, reliable, and efficient.
The electrical expert scoffed, “Dream on. A perfect pressurization device, realistic vortex simulation, a complete safety system, and such a massive size—without a few tens of millions, you simply cannot afford it unless you win a thousand more championships.”
A look of envy appeared on Mandy’s face.
Tens of millions, wow. How long would she have to work as a regional diving champion before she could afford one?
A true winner at life.
“Just kidding,” Keke laughed from the other side, “Just thinking about the cost of this thing tells you it’s an astronomical figure. But it’s so convenient—massive villas with gardens, perfect diving training facilities; I feel like living here forever.”
Since Jerret’s visit, Bi Fang had them stay here imdiately for convenience in discussion and arrangent—after all, with just seven people, there was plenty of room.
Jerret and others readily agreed. They were strangers in Huaxia, and instead of staying in hotels, they might as well move in altogether.
The previously empty house now had so liveliness, a bit more noise on a daily basis, and it took on the look of a real team.
Keke had been living here for nearly a week, waking up every day to delicious Chinese cuisine, then going for diving training, and even going out for evening strolls. What could be more like paradise?
Bi Fang laughed, “If you want to stay or visit, I’m always welcoming. Such a big house—it often feels too spacious for just .”
For a mont, everyone couldn’t tell if Bi Fang was serious or simply wanted to show off his big house.
“Hey, today let’s compete again to see who can dive deeper, how about that?” Mandy said with a competitive desire.
Mandy was an expert at free diving and the diving champion of Ganna, able to dive over eighty ters in one breath.
Richard had extended the invitation specifically for this reason, asking for help with installing underwater sonar devices.
Seeing the diving data left on the training monitor, despite thinking it was good, Mandy also thought Bi Fang had used equipnt. But during one of their joint training sessions, Bi Fang showed her what it ant to be evenly matched.
If only Mandy knew how to curse…
You solo summited Mount Everest without oxygen, sure, but free diving to seventy ters? What are you implying?
Looking down on a professional diver? A diving champion from Ganna?
Normally, without the aid of any equipnt, a person can dive about 10 ters, and those with poorer physique maybe 5 ters. Professional divers can usually reach 30 ters.
The deeper the dive, the greater the water pressure on the body. Around 10 ters depth, the pressure is about 10^5 Pascal, equivalent to one standard atmosphere.
Descending another ter adds 0.1 standard atmospheres; it becos uncomfortable for the human body. Only those who train frequently and are professionals can dive to around 30 ters.
As Ganna’s diving champion, Mandy could reach the extre depth of over eighty ters, but that was in fully prepared and ntally conditioned situations.
Could Bi Fang, soone whom nobody had ever heard had any diving records or experience, do the sa?
“Are you really planning to dive into the Mariana Trench?” Mandy joked, draping her arm around Bi Fang’s shoulder.
Bi Fang was about to respond when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it! I’ll get it!” Jerret sprang up from the table and opened the door, his excitent palpable as he saw the delivery van. “Is it here? My equipnt?” he shouted.
But the next mont, he saw a long package being carefully unloaded from the truck by several guys and brought into the villa.
It was long and thick and didn’t look at all like his photographic equipnt. Jerret looked towards Bi Fang, “What’s this?”
“Ah, I bought a fish tank.” Bi Fang scratched his head. Ever since he had ntioned that Sir David Attenborough would take care of the cara equipnt problem, just the sight of the list of items sent over had made Jerret very envious. Every day, at the sound of the doorbell, he was the first to answer the door.
Who do you think of when it cos to docuntaries?
Sir, of course!
The father of docuntaries’ reputation is known far and wide, isn’t it?
Although it was through Jerret that Attenborough found Bi Fang, it was just a connection within the industry. It was easy to get in touch through mutual acquaintances, but the two n were not personally familiar with each other.
But Bi Fang was familiar!
They had experienced an avalanche together, climbed Mount Everest together, laughed over life and death conversations, a friendship forged through life-threatening situations. After the Rainforest expedition, Bi Fang had a chat on the phone with Sir.
Unknowingly, Bi Fang had ford his own circle of friends, got to know so extraordinary people in the industry, and even beca a benchmark in a certain field himself.
Elites tend to have connections with other elites. As a dolphin research expert, Richard knew Jerret, a professional director and nature enthusiast. So, when he thought about making a docuntary, his friend was the first person he thought of.
Jerret had worked at the exploration channel for many years, visiting most places in the world, and also knew many impressive people. But amongst those he knew, Bi Fang was the most incredible and aweso one.
The more influential a person is, the more extraordinary the friends they can connect with, and the greater the forces they can unite.
After the first failed expedition to Dolphin Bay, Jerret imdiately thought of Bi Fang.
This layered relationship is hard to ascribe to re coincidence; it seems more like fate.
When sothing happens, certain people are bound to be involved and have to face it.
In the past, neither Jerret nor Richard, let alone a historical figure like Sir David Attenborough, would ever imagine chatting over a phone call, much less getting an autograph in person.
Attenborough, knowing the situation, did not hesitate to leverage his connections and transferred a batch of the most professional equipnt over.
Of course, Attenborough had his demands, and there was only one.
“Whether the equipnt is smashed, broken, or even sold, it doesn’t matter, but I want to see your docuntary, see it released publicly for all to see.”
“Fish tank?” Jerret, looking dejected and sowhat complaining, said, “Why did you buy a fish tank?”
“Isn’t it a bit too empty here?”
Bi Fang also felt his house was indeed too empty when they first moved in. He rarely lived there, and when he did, it was just for rest; he never really noticed.
Now, he realized it was too big, it couldn’t retain a cozy atmosphere.
So he thought about raising so small animals at ho, starting with fish. It was okay even when he went out to live-stream, as he had a maid to take care of them—just pay a bit more money, and it would be fine.
The maid ca back every day; there was no choice, as he would be away for ten days or half a month at a ti, and with no one to clean, the house would be full of dust on his return.
What many people didn’t know was that aquarium landscaping was one of Bi Fang’s private hobbies.
By laying sand and soil in the tank, planting aquatic plants, and then crafting a little world bit by bit, watching the fish swim around provided a sense of imnse satisfaction.
When Bi Fang first ca here, he even thought about earning money by selling landscape tanks.
“Mr. Bi, please sign here,” said the delivery guy, handing over a receipt and adding, “Oh right, there’s another delivery coming shortly, please also be ready to receive that.”
“Another one?” Jerret paused, looking at Bi Fang.
Bi Fang shook his head, indicating he hadn’t gone on another buying spree.
Half an hour later.
One by one, “Fragile” items were delivered.
Nearly a week later, the cara equipnt promised by Sir finally arrived.
Due to the ti needed for arranging and international transport, this was already the fastest pace possible, and even Bi Fang had taken advantage of his position a little.
“Is this top-notch photography equipnt?”
Mandy picked up a rock, a question mark popping above her head.
Isn’t this just a rock?
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