Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 32 - 29 First......_1

“Where is he? The rat-catching expert? Where did he go?”

Brother Hu Yi pointed in the direction Feng Yi had left, “He’s already driven away.”

The warehouse owner cast an unhappy glance at him, “Why did you let him go just like that? At this time, shouldn’t we have kept him for a meal and booked a hotel room for him to have a good rest?”

Brother Hu Yi explained, “He said he wanted to go home to sleep.”

The warehouse owner wanted to say more, but remembering that it was Brother Hu Yi who had brought the expert, he said, “Come with me, we need to talk in detail about how you found this guy.”

“Sure, boss. Oh, and before he left, he told us there was rat feces on a shelf—I’ve already had it cleaned up. He was spot on!” Brother Hu Yi reminded, “Also, boss, before he left, he mentioned he hopes to see the transfer information by the time he gets home…”

The warehouse owner slapped his forehead, “I almost forgot!

“Here!

“Transfer fifteen thousand!”

The extra five thousand was a bonus he added on.

Firstly, he was indeed shocked by Feng Yi’s rat-catching technique.

Secondly, he considered that with the rat plague occurring every now and then, and even without the plague, there were plenty of rats around, next time he might not be so lucky, and if the warehouse was storing goods worth millions, he would definitely seek this guy out again.

Safe!

Efficient!!

And he believed it was not that Feng Yi was unknown, but that he himself lacked the connections and channels to meet the man!

Listening to the Hu brothers, Feng Yi originally didn’t want to take the job. The warehouse owner thought that the extra five thousand could serve as an introduction, to get acquainted, knowing that spending a bit more would make negotiations easier next time.

With the issue resolved and the day’s frustration caused by that sole rat in the warehouse now dissipated, his back pain, headaches, and hoarseness all vanished. He canceled the appointments with other pest control companies and called the Hu brothers back to continue discussing Feng Yi.

Elsewhere.

After driving home, Feng Yi immediately took a shower, washing off the various smells from his body. Images of the reagents in the warehouse still flickered in his mind.

Today he had taken in too much olfactory information, which left him exhausted and his head throbbing. One of the reasons he had hurried back was the complex and overwhelming odors in the warehouse.

Thinking of the day’s earnings, Feng Yi checked his phone messages.

Fifteen thousand received.

Raising an eyebrow, Feng Yi scrolled through his messages and, sure enough, there was one from Hu Yi. Hu Yi mentioned that the boss was very satisfied with his efficiency, so he gave an additional five thousand.

“Tsk.”

Feng Yi chuckled.

Satisfaction with his efficiency was certain, and he was willing to pay so much—this boss was quite interesting. He could guess some of the reasons, but Feng Yi wasn’t interested in taking the trouble to speculate about the boss’s exact thoughts.

He went online to check the current rates of different pest control companies.

There were ones charging eleven thousand per rat, but those were special cases, such as emergencies, or when the difficulty of exterminating rats was high, and so on.

Feng Yi stroked his chin, pondering.

Evolution is for the sake of better survival.

And to improve the quality of life, one needs to earn money.

Spending two hours to make ten thousand by going out isn’t bad at all. Plus, in those two hours, ninety-nine percent of the time is spent on the road, the actual work doesn’t take long.

Quite relaxing.

Actually… taking this as a part-time job isn’t a bad idea.

Back when I was still in school, I did an ad for a hotpot restaurant, and every day when I left the school gates, I’d see that huge promotional photo of someone holding a hotpot with a silly grin. Was I embarrassed by it?! Not at all!

What’s wrong with part-time rat-catching?

It’s all about making money with your skills!

Thinking this way, dreams become sweeter.

Without any psychological burden, I slept especially well that night.

The next day, after completing another exploration of “a different world,” Feng Yi returned to his neighborhood as it went dark. Remembering the tasty snacks at Wu Ji’s place from yesterday, he decided to buy some as a late-night snack.

From a distance, he could smell the fragrance wafting from the store.

As Feng Yi pushed the door open and entered, Wu Ji was leaning over the counter, sorrowfully staring at his phone.

“Trying out a new product?” Feng Yi asked.

“Yeah,” Wu Ji replied, bringing over a porcelain plate from beside him, “Just made these original flavor mung bean cakes and Dragon Well tea cakes, give them a try.”

Feng Yi picked up one and tasted it, “Tastes quite good, you could definitely make money selling these in the store. Why the look as if you owe debts?”

“Thinking about what to name them,” Wu Ji complained. “My dad says the names of these snacks sound too unsophisticated. Other shops of the same type have poetic and picturesque names for their pastries, making them sound classy and worth a fortune! Not like ours, tea cake, tea crisp, tea pastry, tea whatever… it’s all a mess.”

“But I think they’re pretty good, simple and clear. As long as the pastries are tasty, that’s enough, why make a fuss over names!”

Although Wu Ji complained verbally, he also understood that it’s all about packaging and snob appeal these days, in addition to flavor, appearance, aroma, and shape, you also need a “name” to enhance competitiveness.

“Oh, right, my mom bought a batch of eels, saying they’ve been raised exceptionally well. They would be delicious if stir-fried. I’ve packed some for you and Qian Feiyang, come pick them up on the fifth floor when you head back.”

Feng Yi thanked him and pre-ordered a batch of pastries of different flavors.

Before going home, he stopped by the fifth floor, where Wu Ji’s mom had packed some eels in a small bucket for Feng Yi to carry upstairs directly. However, before leaving, she couldn’t help but ask a couple of extra questions.

“Do you know how to kill them?”

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, “Never done it before.”

“Then do you know how to cook them? Even a simple dish will do.”

Feng Yi continued to shake his head, “I’ve only eaten them.”

“All right, take them up first. Whenever you want to eat some, just let me or your Uncle Wu know, and we can help you out. But you could also try doing it yourself, there’s everything on the internet now, along with video tutorials.”

Feng Yi nodded his thanks.

Carrying the bucket home, he looked at the eels inside and searched for tutorial videos on his phone.

“How do you kill this creature?”

Indeed, the internet has everything, showing you how to kill eels, how to process them, how to cook them, and they even have step-by-step analysis for beginners, simplified and slowed down.

The steps seemed quite simple. Watch it once, and you’re good to go, just follow the steps.

Feng Yi picked a plump one and started to gesture with a knife.

Firstly…

What was the first step again?

After hesitating for a while with the knife, Feng Yi made a small cut on the eel, then squeezed out two drops of venom from his long fangs onto it.