Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 790 - 504: People Like Them_1

After replenishing his food, Feng Yi had more patience to deal with social interactions.

Indeed, there were continuous visitors after checking in.

Feng Yi knew that many people were not interested in the "Butterfly Project" offshore test itself, but rather in the social circles and status recognition that the affair represented.

Feng Yi did not express any attitude; personal choice had nothing to do with him.

He continued to pay attention to the changes in the town.

The congested roads had been cleared, and those who were to be persuaded to leave had been turned back.

The weather was changing quickly, and the street workers in the town were engaged in grassroots work with the masses, answering questions, and soothing people’s concerns.

The typhoon "Sea Hare" was drawing increasingly near.

That day, after breakfast, Feng Yi received a notification to head to the observation deck.

Feng Yi was familiar with the process and made his way there unhurriedly.

The huge platform designed for observation shared many similarities with the place where he had watched live exercises not long ago; from here, one could observe changes on land, at sea, and in the sky in all directions.

The equipment was also complete. Guests who wanted to wear safety belts, lie on sofas, or stand and watch could all find suitable spots.

By the time Feng Yi arrived, the place was already bustling.

There were government and business officials, as well as experts and reporters.

A few scholars were discussing the meteorological charts on the electronic screen.

Reporters were interviewing guests on-site.

"To prove a scientific hypothesis, we need more substantive evidence and a greater quantity of data to support it..."

A scholar was answering a reporter’s question, both parties looking quite serious.

Looking around at other areas,

Team Leader Yuan from the Union Preservation Bureau’s special investigation team had also arrived.

Old Yuan was the same as always, even his smile appeared very serious.

Feng Yi heard from the housekeeper about him; the housekeeper had said that Old Yuan was quite active when he was younger, but after being knocked back many times by his wife, he became much more reserved. Who knows if those setbacks led to Old Yuan’s current character.

Old Yuan was chatting with someone, and Feng Yi shifted his gaze to continue examining the other corners.

He then saw the "Survivor" show crew; due to the limit on personnel, the size of the staff was greatly reduced, and they were not particularly conspicuous in this setting. Although the show’s guests were celebrities, there weren’t many fans chasing stars in this place.

Without going over there, Feng Yi exchanged greetings with people he knew and those he did not before finding a place to sit down.

As typhoon "Sea Hare" approached land, Feng Yi guessed that Meteorological Weapons would probably not take immediate action to strike and would let the "Sea Hare" swagger for a bit longer.

At the same time, in a residential area close to the sea in Guansi Town.

All the houses here were private residences, varying in height and style.

At that moment, a young man in his twenties was using live-streaming equipment to broadcast the "spectacle" outdoors.

"I’m extremely honored to join the viewers and witness this significant moment!"

He wiped the rain off his face and moved the camera.

"The streets outside are empty now, no one’s allowed out there. The typhoon is approaching; it should be soon."

"Yes, it’s raining, and the wind is very strong, you can tell by looking at those trees over there."

"Not allowed on the streets? I’m not on the streets; I’m just watching from my own open-air balcony..."

He showed his audience in the live stream his spacious balcony, which had a view of the sea.

His family didn’t manage to convert their home into a guesthouse in time for this event, so there was a lot of merchandise stocked up. After discussing it among the family, they decided not to rent it out to outsiders this time, but the advertisement had to be put out there!

His tone was brash: "I’m standing on my own balcony; no one can control me..."

A helicopter patrolling along the coast flew by.

And then, he was warned.

He obediently went inside.

After the patrol chopper had flown away, he came back out again.

"Don’t worry, everyone, I’m not reckless. Look, I’m wearing a safety belt, tied up, so I won’t get blown away by the wind..."

In front of the camera, he appeared bold and fearless, and a bit foolhardy, but in fact, he had already discussed with his family. When the time came, he would shrink into his room, where the thick, clean tempered glass was prepared, with typhoon-proof "seals" applied, which did not obstruct the view from inside the house.

During the idle chat, the town’s alarm sounded.

The street office staff had told them beforehand that when they heard this alarm, it was a final reminder to everyone.

The loudspeakers on the street were still announcing, "Residents, please pay attention, do not go outside, stay safe..."

He quickly turned and slipped back into the room, securely closing doors and windows.

When it was time to be cautious, he knew to be cautious.

He continued to blabber to the live stream camera: "The Sea Hare is getting closer!"

"I’m not afraid of it. I’ve seen plenty of typhoons; they aren’t that rare. But if there’s going to be a burst of radiation later, that’s dangerous!"

He was breathing heavily and nervously, and his voice trembled as he spoke.

Next to him, a computer was turned on, displaying an official live stream.

At this moment, the host of the live stream was urging people not to panic and was reminding everyone to be prepared, saying that there were movements at the command center.

There was no countdown; the weapons would be launched only at the most appropriate time, so people should not wait for the host to count down with "three, two, one... launch" or something like that.

He was not looking at the computer screen, but staring straight out the window.

Over the distant sea, the clouds were thick, and after waiting for a while, just when he was about to grumble about when they would start, he suddenly noticed...

"Damn!"

Not caring about the live stream anymore, he leaned forward, his face pressed against the window, looking outside.

The clouds were flashing with light!

The network signal of his live-streaming card cut out, freezing the image on a certain frame.

However, he didn’t notice the signal issue and kept his gaze fixed on the sky outside the window.