Carrying a Jurassic on me

Chapter 1666 - 791: Start with a Map First_2

Chapter 1666: Chapter 791: Start with a Map First_2Yang Xing was surprisingly talkative. Yan Fei could understand his kindness, knowing he was trying to lighten the psychological burden in his heart—after all, it wasn’t common for a normal person to leave the airport and immediately let go of such an ordeal.

Finally, the taxi came to a stop. Yan Fei casually pulled out a few dollar bills to pay the fare. Yang Xing felt a little embarrassed but refrained from arguing in front of the taxi driver. Walking along an avenue lined with tall trees and bustling with students who clearly looked like university-goers, Yang Xing said, "I’ll reimburse some of the money later when we get back. On the way here I—"

"I’m not just here to learn with you; I have another task: to investigate the beef market here," Yan Fei remarked with a grin. "Talking about money with me feels too formal. Besides, during the time we’ve spent in the taxi, the cattle ranch back home has probably earned more than the funds you’ve been granted for this trip to America."

Yang Xing shook his head with a bitter smile. "You’re truly blunt. We’re still in our developmental stage, and funding shortages are understandable for people like us involved in re

Considering the duo’s long journey, Professor Hans Sloan didn’t immediately pull Yang Xing into any research. After lunch, he arranged for accommodations for the two.

At this point, Yan Fei voiced his dissent. He explained that, aside from studying, he needed to evaluate America’s beef market. Considering he might host some visitors from outside academic circles, he proposed staying at a nearby hotel instead.

Having witnessed Yan Fei’s knack for stirring trouble at the airport, Yang Xing didn’t dare let him out of sight. Unable to convince Yan Fei otherwise, he reluctantly tagged along to the hotel.

There were plenty of hotels near Sipingford University. With guidance from Professor Hans’s assistant, they easily found one.

When Yan Fei once again pulled out cash—large denomination bills to pay for the room—Yang Xing couldn’t resist reminding him about saving money. It wasn’t solely about thriftiness; cash transactions weren’t particularly common here. Yan Fei’s habit of casually throwing around bills was not only rare but could even cast suspicion of involvement in illicit business.

Yan Fei tried to reassure Yang Xing with the excuse that he hadn’t brought much cash. Whether Yang Xing truly felt reassured was out of Yan Fei’s control.

"Alright, take some time to rest," Yang Xing said, patting Yan Fei on the shoulder. "Get some sleep and adjust to the time difference. Tomorrow, our scientific adventure begins!"

This time, he refrained from commenting on Yan Fei booking two separate rooms, knowing it would be futile. Boss Yan’s nouveau riche aura was too strong—it was beyond salvaging!

Truth be told, Yan Fei hadn’t lied; he really didn’t have much cash left. Patriotism wasn’t just empty talk—Boss Yan was the kind of patriotic person who refused to convert Chinese yuan into dollars for spending in America, as he saw that as supporting their development. So, he didn’t exchange any yuan at all. The money he had was "collected" from laborers aboard aircraft carriers and airbase personnel.

However, Boss Yan didn’t consider it "looting." The laborers holding onto such money had little use for it. In their hands, these dollars were only worth keeping as souvenirs.

Yan Fei saw himself as helping them let go of unrealistic hopes and focus on their work. Bringing out these dollars also served that purpose.

Once Yang Xing had left, Yan Fei shut the room door, tossed his luggage aside, and sprawled out on the sofa, lost in thought.

The airport incident still irked him. Although Professor Hans Sloan had been extremely courteous, the bitterness persisted.

Back home, he might have had to tolerate frustration, but now... Yan Fei rolled over, got up, grabbed the phone by the bed, and called the hotel front desk: "I’ve just arrived in America, and I’d like detailed maps of surrounding cities—preferably comprehensive ones. If I see satisfactory materials within the hour, I’m willing to pay one thousand dollars."

After hanging up the phone, all Yan Fei had to do was wait.

Of course, he wouldn’t sit idle while waiting. He opened his luggage, organized the items his wife had packed for him, and made himself seem prepared for a long stay. Like any ordinary tourist, he also took a shower...

He had just finished showering and settled down, the TV turned on, when the doorbell rang.

Outside was a polite hotel staff member holding an assortment of items.

Yan Fei’s mood lifted upon seeing the haul. The service was truly top-notch. The staff member had brought a thick, nationwide map book, several large tourist maps clearly designed for visitors, and a stack of brochures advertising tourist attractions and upcoming local events.

If it were solely about service, the staff wouldn’t have delivered such an abundance. The real reason was, of course, the allure of Boss Yan’s one-thousand-dollar reward.

To Boss Yan, this was a mere trifle. He handed over the promised reward and sent off the still polite but visibly elated staff member. Closing the door, Yan Fei hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on it and began studying the maps.

Mapmakers deserved respect; they were diligent. The maps were incredibly detailed.

The larger maps, in particular, not only highlighted famous tourist attractions but also marked convenience stores, gas stations, supermarkets, banks, and more within the city.

The bank annotations were clearly for tourists who couldn’t bring large amounts of cash, enabling smoother shopping experiences. Naturally, banks kept their doors wide open for such visitors.

For Boss Yan, whose pockets had already run dry after shelling out one thousand dollars, the banks’ open doors were an enticing call.

Thanks to the security guards at the airport, they had inadvertently provided Boss Yan with a flawless excuse for action.

Drawing inspiration from the historical "Robin Hood-esque" heroes of China’s Liang Mountain—known for "robbing the rich to aid the poor"—Boss Yan felt it was only fair that someone as impoverished as himself be "assisted."

On his first day here, Yan Fei decided to let the city he currently occupied off the hook temporarily, considering Professor Hans Sloan’s enthusiasm. Instead, he picked a distant city as his target.

Though that wretched airport definitely wouldn’t escape his revenge, for now, he needed to resolve his immediate concern by replenishing his pockets.

Having chosen his target, Boss Yan casually stripped down, and a small flying insect circled the room boastfully before darting out through the window...

Off to rob the rich and aid the poor...