The poachers weren't in good shape; one had two broken arms and another had a concussion, but thankfully their conditions weren't too serious. And since they were armed, some self-defense was understandable. Butterfly, on the other hand, got a lecture from the police for using a highly dangerous weapon without authorization.
Because the mountain guard mediated and the circumstances were somewhat unusual, the incident wasn't classified as robbery of a firearm. The police officers were simply worried.
"If you don't use this kind of gun properly, it can be very dangerous..." The policeman paused halfway through his sentence because he remembered Butterfly's incredibly accurate marksmanship. "Ahem, anyway, if you encounter this situation, pretend you don't know anything, quickly leave the scene, and then call the police."
Butterfly was clearly not good at dealing with officials. He stared blankly at the police officer, looking rather dazed despite being a mature adult.
The police officers of the same age have a misconception that they are bullying children.
Finally, Chen Shen came out and spoke with the police: "My friend is a shooting enthusiast, and he's quite skilled, but he's also a bit reckless. He was in a moment of panic and didn't pay much attention."
"Yes, next time you must remember to protect yourself first. No, let's not have a next time."
The police officers, along with three poachers, the seized tools, and several rare birds and animals, sped away, saying they would send them a letter of commendation for their helpfulness, which was politely declined.
The few people left at the village entrance looked at each other, wondering: "Should we go back?"
"Let's go back, it's almost dinner time. I heard that Saman cooked the dishes for dinner."
The menu, inspired by the evil god, still attracted a few people from the desolate corner. They returned to the village, where they were surrounded by onlookers, and the village chief praised them repeatedly: "What a fine young man, what a fine young woman!"
"Have you all trained? You're really skilled."
"Well..." Wenli and the others stroked their chins, carefully choosing their words, trying to think of a suitable reason.
"Oh, that's company policy. During rest time, we actively exercise and participate in the 'Remembering the Bitter Past and Appreciating the Sweet Present' survival training camp," Ren Yifei's voice drifted over slowly.
He was holding a cricket cage in his hands, and the old man slowly stepped across the threshold as if taking a stroll.
Game companies have such rules?" Everyone was surprised.
Ren Yifei looked up at the sky and said, "There was no other way. There were just too many news reports of people dying from overwork during that period, so this regulation was introduced to allow employees to burn calories while sitting in the office."
"That's pretty good." They imagined exercising on a treadmill.
"Yes, the boss said that good-looking people should exercise more so they won't get bullied when they go out. So all the good-looking people have gone to exercise, while the bad-looking people are still sitting around."
Some overweight office workers: ...I'm being alluded to, thank you.
Ren Yifei's explanation was very perfunctory, but everyone still accepted it. The world is a big place, and there are all kinds of strange things. It's not surprising that such a bizarre company exists.
As for the others, they let Ren Yifei spout nonsense without anyone refuting him.
To be honest, the moment they saw Ren Yifei, they even felt a sense of relief.
These carnivores had just been surrounded by furry, weak herbivores, huddled together in discomfort, until they were finally rescued.
Ren Yifei simply smiled; he completely understood their feelings. When he first encountered the Great Villain System, he felt the same sense of bewilderment every time he appeared. Fortunately, he could act to alleviate this helplessness, but he didn't know how they would react.
"How about I start a 'wilderness survival training camp' after I retire?" Butterfly thought about his life after retirement. He really couldn't get used to the life of an ordinary office worker from nine to five.
Chen Shen laughed: "Then we can form an alliance and launch a doomsday survival kit."
She plans to start a shooting club after she retires. Without guns, she feels like food without salt—utterly tasteless.
"I think I'll continue running the bookstore," Wenli said. She longs for a peaceful life of drinking tea, reading books, and arranging flowers. Opening the bookstore isn't about making money; it's simply about finding peace within herself.
Shan Chuan glanced at everyone. He didn't want to speak, but since they were all looking at him, he reluctantly revealed his retirement plan: "To paint traditional Chinese paintings."
"Huh? I've never heard of you knowing this." Chen Shen and the others asked in confusion.
"No, I'll start learning now." Shan Chuan remained calm; he wanted to explore more fields he hadn't had the opportunity to explore before. Life is finite, but he could broaden its scope.
Now only Ke Bei is left. He looks gentle and can easily break down the guard of strangers, but he is the one who is most unwilling to let others into his world.
"Photography, collecting stones, wandering around." Ke Bei had stayed underground while in the desolate corner, but after coming out, he wanted to travel all over the beautiful land.
As a result, no one paid attention to his "wandering around" and only noticed his little hobby of "collecting stones".
"Stone hunting? You mean treasure hunting in mining areas?" There are Yuhua stones from Nanjing, golden silk jade from the Gobi Desert, as well as yellow wax stones, Warring States agate, Qingtian stones, chicken blood stones, Shoushan stones...
After collecting everything domestically, you can go abroad to collect even more – Burmese rubies, South African diamonds. If you find something really good, others might not be able to bring it back, but Ke Bei has no problem doing it.
"Shall we set a time to visit the mining area next time?" Ren Yifei was already tempted. Who hasn't dreamed of treasure hunting?
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Fei." Chen Shen readily agreed; it was time for them to come and experience the normal world.
Shan Chuan casually suggested, "Go to the lapis lazuli producing areas; the best gemstones can be used to make the best pigments." Before even starting to learn, this guy has already begun burning through his savings.
"Isn't that a war zone?" When it comes to the best lapis lazuli, Afghanistan is the place to go.
"It's okay."
"Too."
The group was chatting animatedly and had completely forgotten their initial topic. The staff member was dumbfounded, feeling completely unable to fit into this strange group.
As for the viewers in the live stream, they thought they were joking again, and they joined in the joke, saying what they would do after they retired.
"If I retire and have enough pension money, I want to watch all the TV series and movies I've been saving up to watch."
"I want to learn a musical instrument, anything is fine."
Crane Lord watched everyone with a smile. As a member of the long-lived clan, he did not have such a strong sense of the passage of time, so he could not truly understand their feelings. However, he could feel the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere among them.
It's amazing how a group of people, covered in wounds and filled with violent tendencies, can be so peaceful when they come together.
He looked at Ren Yifei in the crowd: Is it because of this mediator?
He Jun suddenly knew what he wanted to draw.
When the production team mentioned that they hoped the villagers could promote the village, He Jun, who was unexpectedly simple and straightforward in some ways, started thinking about painting a picture of the village.
This is the way they were in ancient times. Whenever they traveled and felt happy or inspired, they would compose a poem, play the flute, or paint a picture. He Jun was no exception.
Unfortunately, due to poachers, he didn't find any scenery that inspired him today. Just when he thought he was going to be disappointed, inspiration struck.
"There's just one person missing." Just as He Jun thought this, Saman came out from inside.
Samantha walked up behind Ren Yifei without interrupting or calling out to anyone. He was wearing the same clothes as Ren Yifei, and there wasn't a trace of oil or cooking fumes on him; he didn't look like he had just come from the kitchen at all.
Ren Yifei didn't turn around, but he sensed someone. He turned back and smiled without saying a word, and their unspoken understanding was immediately apparent.
Tonight's dinner is a local creation by Saman, made entirely with local ingredients such as bamboo shoots, wild vegetables, wild mushrooms, firm tofu, homemade pickled vegetables, local black pork, free-range chickens from the bamboo forest, plump bamboo rats, and small fish from the local streams...
He used to only know how to make various kinds of instant noodles, at most adding an egg and a sausage, but after several years of learning and practice, he is now a standard chef.
Ren Yifei held his bowl and ate. To set a good example for his fans, he didn't pick at his food today and ate all the dishes, though his favorite was the sweet braised pork.
"The production team told me that the pigs here are raised on the mountain, fed with sweet potatoes and other vegetables grown by the locals, and their exercise is very scientific and reasonable. They just don't gain much weight, and it takes them two or three years to become famous." Ren Yifei picked up a piece of crispy and tender braised pork and took a big bite.
"I've already ordered three local black pigs." Samantha quietly placed two slices of pickled vegetables and bamboo shoots in his bowl. "If you want some, just have them prepared and delivered to your home."
"Hmm, how many are ready for market?"
"There should be at least a dozen." Samantha hadn't paid much attention to these details, and he hadn't even visited the pig farm. He only asked a few questions while cooking.
Ren Yifei had already picked up his second piece of juicy braised pork, about the size of a mahjong tile: "I'll order ten. You can take them back as gifts too. They taste better than the pork we buy at the market. I heard it's a specially bred superior breed. I was wondering what the advantage was? It grows so slowly and requires proper exercise. Turns out it's because the pork tastes better."
"Really? Then try this, a snack made with local water buffalo milk."
Beside Ren Yifei's bowl was another bowl of double-skin milk pudding, which no one else had. It was made with buffalo milk and was especially fragrant.
The workspace where the staff work.
"How is it going?" the director asked his assistant.
"In less than a day, the search volume for this village has increased sixfold, and someone has called to inquire about the black pork, seemingly wanting to pre-order one." The assistant looked up.
"What about bamboo products?" the director asked again.
"Don't worry, we've already received over twenty calls this afternoon from people wanting to customize bamboo products. One big client even ordered three thousand bamboo suitcases for packaging."
The director patted his belly and said, "Good." Only one day out of three, people had already noticed this place and started pre-ordering products. This was a good sign.
This is more than just a good omen; this variety show is about to become a huge hit.
Good looks, good temperament, and agile skills naturally attract attention. Such outstanding individuals, with a number nine times greater, are practically destined to trend on social media.
Countless passersby, simply by glancing at the photos (screenshots and videos) as they walked by, fell into the trap and couldn't extricate themselves.
"It's ridiculous to put such talented people in the auditing business." The agents, who always have a keen sense of opportunity, have already set their sights on the guests. They can't handle Ren Yifei and Saman, but they can handle others, right? No matter how much they exploit them, they're still better off than a small, run-down game company.
"Once they come out, we'll try to poach them!"
Extending a tentacle into the desolate corner of the screen: ...
You're the one who's small, you're the one who's broken.