Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 775 - 496 Brother_1

A group of people quickly left the base.

As when they arrived at the base, there were too many planes and they had to queue.

Feng Yi didn’t have to wait too long before he and the others boarded the plane back to their country.

The Ancestral Factory’s public service plane, retrofitted from a passenger jet, had only two bedrooms, one for Yue Gengyang and Ji Fan, and the other was exclusively occupied by Feng Yi.

When the people from the Ancestral Factory team came, they only treated Feng Yi as a rather special shareholder of the Ancestral Factory. The two bosses had connections with Feng Yi’s elders, so it made sense for them to take extra care of him.

But now, they realized they were terribly mistaken—a ludicrous error!

This was the real big BOSS!

The team members’ brains were buzzing with thoughts that they just couldn’t stop.

What a pity, such a great opportunity to curry favor with the boss!

In the other bedroom, Yue Gengyang and Ji Fan took several calls. The plane was equipped with satellite communication, and calls came non-stop as soon as they left the base.

They finally had a moment’s respite.

"It’s another probing call."

"Some are truly laughable with their attempts to stir trouble! They have no idea what Feng Yi means to the Ancestral Factory, even if Feng Yi really decided to oppose the whole world, I’d be behind him, waving the flag in support!" Yue Gengyang said.

Ji Fan: "Waving the flag isn’t up to you. Nor is it up to me."

Yue Gengyang thought about the butler who hadn’t come along and fell silent.

In some way, the butler was more crazed than Andrei.

At least Andrei still cared about his company’s interests, while the butler only cared about Feng Yi. Everything else, all other people and matters, were insignificant.

"If the butler was here, at the board meeting, even if Feng Yi decided to smash the spokesperson’s desk, the butler would hand him the hammer. He would even smile warmly and praise the act!"

What occasion? What consequences?

Does it matter?

Let’s think about it after Feng Yi has had his fun!

It’s only because Feng Yi’s values are fairly upright and he’s restrained enough that those wild possibilities haven’t occurred.

Having left the exercise base, the block on information sealing and control was lifted.

While the people from the Ancestral Factory were still on their return flight, some information had already spread, dispersing across the globe.

Across the ocean.

Brother Bao had just inspected the new industry and finished a business deal in the new office. He leaned back in his executive chair, intending to ponder for a bit.

His gaze went through the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the cityscape.

No matter day or night, the bustling city seems never to tire, never halting.

Neither does he.

Always wanting more, to gain greater power.

For a businessman, greed is indeed a good word.

There’s an old saying, ’The human heart is never satisfied, as a snake will try to swallow an elephant.’

But as long as the snake is big enough, what’s an elephant to swallow? Even whales can be devoured!

Brother Bao’s gaze was deep.

He was actually stimulated.

He also wanted to participate in the actual combat drill of the "Butterfly Plan," but he wasn’t qualified for such a high-level meeting. He had tried hard, reaching out to an elder brother to get a spot, only to be rejected.

But he had been paying close attention. A few days ago, guests were invited to watch the live exercises, and by now, they should have returned.

What kind of news would they bring back? How powerful were the so-called meteorological weapons?

Just as he was thinking, a subordinate hurried in.

"What can’t be said over the phone..." Brother Bao said discontentedly.

It had interrupted his train of thought.

"Brother Bao, it’s about that thing you’ve been following! The news!" said the subordinate, his face red with excitement.

Brother Bao perked up.

He had indeed told his subordinates that the latest news about the Butterfly Plan should be discussed in person, not over the phone!

The office door was closed.

The subordinate whispered the newly acquired information.

Brother Bao’s breathing grew more and more rapid.

The awesomeness of meteorological weapons was of no consequence to him now—his mind was resounding with another explosive piece of news.

Brother Bao’s voice was strained: "Really?"

The subordinate said, "It has been confirmed by three people who were present!"

Brother Bao took a deep breath and forcefully wiped his face.

To be honest, if Feng Yi appeared before him right now and called him "Uncle Bao," he wouldn’t dare to respond!

Worthy of being the genuine Feng Clan!

So favored by the ancestors!

I’ll go offer incense to the ancestors immediately!

Elsewhere.

At Yang City Airport, in the private jet parking spot.

The Ancestral Factory’s plane was parked there.

At the same time, in the adjacent business aviation service building, some others had gathered to lie in wait.

There were journalists who had received the news and wanted to confirm its veracity, as well as others who were not journalists but came for the same purpose.

On the Ancestral Factory’s side, the way the group positioned themselves after debarking differed from before they had left, making it quite easy to discern who exactly held the dominant position within this group of people.

When this group appeared, those with sharp eyes could make it out.

A self-media journalist, with a burning gaze, was staring intently at that direction. With some background and connections, he knew a few prominent young men in Jing City, and he had managed to get hold of a bit of information with much effort.

He looked at Feng Yi and the people around him.

He was not familiar with Ji Fan, but Yue Geng Yang was often prominent in the media.

Right now, however, Yue Gengyang followed Feng Yi with a subordinate, protective posture.

As Feng Yi and his group approached, the journalist was thrilled and stepped forward:

"Feng..."

The step he had taken was not yet planted firmly when someone blocked his way.

Dressed in black, tall and sturdy, with a seemingly polite smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with deadly seriousness.

"..."

On the other side, Feng Yi was talking to Geng and Ji. The two were going to accompany him back to the house by Cui Lake for a meal, and then they would return to the company headquarters.

Looking forward, Feng Yi saw the butler who had come to meet the plane.

And the bodyguards brought by the butler.

The matter of his identity being exposed had already been communicated to the butler before his return.