Chapter 15: Chapter Fifteen: Brachiosaurus

Jurassic Park was filled with scenery from the Jurassic era, towering trees visible everywhere. On the ground, patches of grass revealed faint, massive footprints.

Two vintage Jeeps sped across the grassland; Ye Nan sat inside, instinctively touching his travel bag, thinking to himself: “Don’t rush, little Godzilla. Soon, you’ll be free to hunt—then unleash your primal nature.”

“Hey, kid, I’m asking you—do you know much about dinosaurs?” Grant jabbed Ye Nan’s arm and said.

“Hmm, I know a little, but not much—mostly from TV. And don’t call me ‘kid.’ I hate that. Call me Mr. Ye Nan, or President Ye Nan.” Ye Nan cut him off and said.

“Mr. Ye Nan,” Grant gritted his teeth. He already disliked children, found them troublesome; now, after hearing Ye Nan’s words, he found them even more so.

“Just say what you want. I don’t have time to waste here playing with you.” Ye Nan spoke quickly, sounding impatient.

Grant, hearing this, nearly summoned a dinosaur to drag Ye Nan away—but he had to endure the boy’s rudeness and said: “Did you know? Dinosaurs may share traits with modern birds. The pubis of Velociraptors curves backward, just like in birds...”

Ye Nan interrupted Grant without hesitation: “Enough, Dr. Grant. I came to Jurassic Park for fun, not to sit through your long-winded lectures or debate dinosaurs with you. Honestly, I don’t know anything about dinosaurs, and I don’t care to. I’m not a geologist or an archaeologist—I’m a businessman. I don’t need to understand this.”

“Kids today really have no manners,” Grant muttered under his breath.

“Actually, Grant wants to tell you that archaeology is a great and meaningful pursuit—you should support him,” Ellie said, turning with a smile.

“You mean he needs funding. Got it,” Ye Nan understood.

He thought all these scientists loved asking for sponsors: Dr. Ma Xiu was like this, Dr. Hammond was like this, and now Dr. Grant was too.

“Exactly,” Hammond turned around, teasing: “As the saying goes, a single coin can stop a hero. Though Grant is a famous archaeologist, few are willing to fund him—he’s always been broke.”

“Why won’t anyone fund him? If he’s so famous, why no support?” Ye Nan asked, puzzled.

“Because Grant’s research helps nobody,” Hammond laughed heartily. “Unlike me, who has a plan to build Jurassic Park—he naturally won’t attract investors. His fossils only decorate museums. But with my Jurassic Park? Hah...”

Hammond burst into laughter, clearly delighted to silence Grant. Upon hearing it, Grant’s face darkened with anger: “Big deal. You used banned technology to clone dinosaurs. The Federal Government will punish you.”

“This is international waters—my private territory. The Federal Government has no jurisdiction here,” Hammond smirked.

“You old bastard,” Grant glared at Hammond, then suddenly froze, staring to his right, dumbfounded.

“What’s wrong, Grant?” Ellie looked at him, puzzled. From her knowledge of him, he never lost composure like this—unless he’d seen something unimaginable.

Grant said nothing, but grabbed Ellie’s head and turned it. She followed his gaze and screamed.

Ye Nan, confused, looked too. When he saw the massive figure, he too froze in shock.

“Oh~~ oh, it’s a dinosaur! There really are dinosaurs!” Grant sprinted out excitedly, staring at the creature: “It’s really a dinosaur! Hammond’s not lying—he actually created one! This is a real dinosaur!”

Grant bolted out without hesitation, ignoring the moving vehicle, flung open the door, and rushed to the dinosaur’s side, utterly astonished: “It’s really a dinosaur!”

“What are you doing? Stop the car! Stop now!” Ellie shouted at the driver, then ran after him: “A real dinosaur! A living, breathing dinosaur!”

“Heh,” Hammond chuckled, smugly turning to Ye Nan: “Well, Mr. Ye Nan—what do you think of Jurassic Park’s potential?”

Ye Nan stared at the towering dinosaur, his heart filled with awe. Though he’d known Jurassic Park housed dinosaurs, seeing one in person still stunned him.

Roar! The massive dinosaur let out a low growl, opening its mouth to devour the leaves before it. The rustling crunch of its teeth chewing leaves thrilled Grant.

“Ellie, we can burn those damn textbooks—we’ve got a living encyclopedia!” Grant said urgently, straining to approach the dinosaur for a closer look.

“Yes, Grant—it’s a living dinosaur. A Brachiosaurus—not a fossil. With it, we can complete our research ourselves—no more digging,” Ellie said excitedly, joining Grant as they drew near to observe the dinosaur feeding.

“Oh, how long is its neck? Twenty-five feet?”

“No—twenty-seven feet,” Hammond stepped forward and said.

Ye Nan stared at the dinosaur in awe, watching its scales and the drool dripping from its mouth as it ate: “Congratulations, Hammond. You’ve succeeded. Jurassic Park has captured me. I think I’ll invest.”

“Really? Thank you for the praise. With ICQ’s backing, my Jurassic Park will surely draw tourists from across the globe,” Hammond said proudly. He’d expected ICQ’s investment—he’d always succeeded in winning investors over with these little wonders.

But to him, investor funding was merely fuel for further research. In his eyes, research existed for money—money earned was reinvested into research, a vast cycle. Unlike Grant, who failed to show investors a future, and ended up destitute.

“Of course,” Ye Nan said.

Hiss! The travel bag rippled—little Godzilla stirred restlessly inside, eager to get out. He’d sensed the scent of food.

“Quiet!” Ye Nan tapped the bag, signaling Godzilla to settle down.

Roar! The dinosaur turned its head, eyeing Ye Nan’s group with a flicker of confusion. With its small brain, it couldn’t fathom where the sense of danger came from. Not figuring it out, it simply gave up and went back to eating leaves.

“It’s begun, friends. Welcome to Jurassic Park.”

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