Chapter 177

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

In the eyes of ordinary people, tens of thousands of fish fossils can at most be distinguished by size differences; dinosaur fossils might be a bit better, that's because the body size gaps between different species are enormous.

Chen Yi's memory is relatively strong, and he supplemented relevant knowledge, so in the early stage he could still remember the fossils he bought, but the more he used it, the more unreliable his memory became; moreover, he doesn't possess the ability to distinguish every species of fossil.

However, simple authentication of authenticity can be achieved by relying on the Perception Scroll. For all fossils sent over, concentrate on using the Perception Scroll to determine the age, then cross-reference those detailed, maddeningly detailed paleontology books, and a fairly equivalent judgment can basically be made.

Pick out two fossils that obviously belong to the same species, and the preparation work is basically complete. He also can't remember whether a certain fossil is similar to one fed before; he can only do it to this step.

While returning, Chen Yi called Lu Fan, asking him to help introduce someone to do record-keeping; now dozens of fossil species per week mostly have not-small prices, and repetition equals waste.

"Paleontology graduate students are all doing food additives now, they're everywhere; it's just that your requirements are a bit high, distinguishing fossil authenticity..."

"Authenticity doesn't need him to distinguish; just separating categories is enough."

"That's not the same." Lu Fan laughed twice and said: "If it's regular, it's inconvenient to find someone to help; you'd have to pay a salary."

"5000." Chen Yi was rich and powerful; last year his pocket money might not even have been this much.

Lu Fan clicked his tongue in amazement and said: "This can compare to a professor's salary; why don't I go do it?"

"Mess up one item, it's thirty to fifty thousand up or down; if you think you can, I have no objection."

That Magic Subway is like a rebellious-phase pet with a mouthful; it makes no sound while eating, and after eating there's not a bit of reaction, as if it didn't eat at all; feed it wrong and it's pure loss, feed it right and there's not necessarily an effect either.

Lu Fan shrank his neck listening and laughed: "Can't afford to lose thirty thousand; then I'll find a school teacher for you. Current PhD students are all muddling through; doing teaching assistant work and such, they do have to research something."

He pondered for a moment on the other end of the phone and said: "I remember the Geology Department has a Senior Brother surnamed Zhou; he should be a Lecturer by now. I'll ask him if he wants to earn this side income."

"That's best; one or two hours a day is enough, just weekends and Sundays need to be on-call."

Chen Yi isn't certain when he'll need to go to the Subway; doing weekends and such would only be bullying himself.

"Don't hang up yet. Just right, I need to find you." Lu Fan's voice was clear and bright as he said: "Professor Lang says he wants to hold an Antique Appraisal Event; if you have time, come help out..."

"Antique Appraisal Event? Who's it targeted at?" Chen Yi spoke into the phone.

"Mainly school faculty and students, right? The professor probably has some private friends too. Everyone brings out a bit of their collection, then borrow a bit from local museums; at that time add explanations, and it counts as an amateur activity."

Lu Fan paused, then said: "Currently in preparation; the professor will definitely call you then; I'm incidentally telling you now."

"Lasting how many days?"

"These past few weeks are all in preparation."

"I'll go over when I have time." Chen Yi felt it a bit of a waste of time. Jiangning such a big city, dance halls and bars packed full, yet museums deserted; it shows it's not that there's no opportunity, but people vote with their feet and have no interest in antiques that aren't their own.

Come evening, the Subway to Holy Qiao floated over on a trackless road.

Chen Yi carried the little lizard upside-down by its tail, and one by one kicked the previously stored supplies and fossils into the Subway interior; one saw these things, packaged or not, first rise as if riding clouds and driving mist, traveling a long upward path, and when descending, like an airplane landing, they went a long, large diagonal line, finally nearly parallel to the ground, sliding to the other end of the Subway before stopping.

Combat Skill Level 3, control rating gradually becoming precise, is a top-notch technique for throwing trash and stacking goods.

The Illusion Dragon was made uncomfortable all over by Chen Yi's pinching, twisting and turning, crying and fussing as it shouted: "I don't want to go."

"Just doing some push-ups and such, what's there to cry about." Chen Yi disdainfully pinched it.

Despite being a sub-dragon that has undergone Body Technique cultivation, in the state of maintaining its true form it is still considerably weak. This is also a kind of evolution large organisms produce to adapt to the world. In true form state, their consumption decreases, foraging needs decrease, the loss is merely a bit of defense power; from the species perspective, it can be said to have a hundred benefits and not a single harm.

The little lizard just doesn't like cultivation; it said sadly: "When I grow up, I'll naturally become strong."

"When you grow up, you'll become stronger than other Illusion Dragons."

"There are no other Illusion Dragons here."

"There will be eventually." Chen Yi said, throwing it back into his shirt pocket; whether to practice Body Technique isn't decided by the mount.

Old Knights on the Magic Continent, from childhood raise mounts and live, eat, and train together with them; only this way can they manipulate freely in the complex, ever-changing battlefield environment — actually, in high-intensity wars, such Knights don't necessarily survive either, let alone infantry and other cannon-fodder troop types.

Earth is relatively more stable; since nuclear weapons appeared, the world has become much more peaceful. The vast majority of the world's population has long since been detached from war. But this doesn't mean personal safety can be guaranteed. A standard-or-above Illusion Dragon is still considerably useful in special circumstances.

The Subway's doors flickered in alternating light and dark.

Needless to say, that's because it set its sights on the two hundred-plus fossils on the ground.

If speaking of value, these fossils are at least 5 million yuan, equivalent to Jinsheng Securities' one day of profit.

"Eat, eat." Chen Yi poured the fossils in by the box; one saw the Gene Completion numbers on the doors also jumping forward rapidly.

When previously repairing the Subway it was 26%, later increased to 35%, now it rapidly reached 47%, barely breaking through 50%.

However, having eaten so many fossils, the Subway gave no indication at all; the larger the Gene Completion number, the longer the interval before giving benefits. It's a style like game companies: early on use rapid leveling to build trust, then based on that slowly drag things out...

Go to France to buy perfume, go to the United States to buy paper, go to Germany to buy fossils, then to Holy Qiao, and another good bout of training.

Chen Yi gritted his teeth and persisted; the lazy, work-averse Illusion Dragon wailed and groaned all night.

Upon leaving the Subway, it couldn't even be bothered to transform into a raptor, just lay on the ground letting him hit and scold, simply refusing to move.

Chen Yi was angry and said: "Then what do you want to transform into? Early morning, taking a taxi isn't convenient either."

The chameleon lay on his shoulder for a moment and said: "That one."

It even extended its claw out.

"That is... a bicycle?"

"Smaller one, still metal."

The Illusion Dragon laughed smugly.

"Deal." Chen Yi grinned fiercely and rushed into his Binjiang Road Mall, knocked on a shop owner's door, bought a carbon-fiber wide-tire bicycle, and threw it before the little lizard.

After fussing back to the school, he ran into Lu Fan's Senior Zhou.

Looked like a student-type guy; just entered school two years ago, smoothly passed the teaching assistant period, became a glorious Lecturer. In the school, this is the easiest title to get; basically anyone who's a person can do it. A bit better is Associate Professor; slightly blocked by papers and such things.

Perhaps he'd long had a preventive inoculation; Senior Zhou showed no surprise at Chen Yi's age, just treated him like a Boss and shook hands laughing: "This humble one is Zhou Haisheng; Mr. Chen can just call me A-Sheng."

Besides the two words "this humble one," such conversation was very familiar to Chen Yi.

He roughly asked two questions, then signed a labor contract with him—intellectuals caused much trouble; even for high-paying part-time work, they only felt happy after seeing the contract.

After tossing about for two hours like this, the employee problem was finally settled, and Professor Lang's call came in.

After a few hums and hahas, Chen Yi laughed and said, "Mr. Zhou, do you know where the school's Wenyi Hall is?"

Zhou Haisheng was stunned, then clapped his hands and said: "Is it Professor Lang's Furniture Appraisal? Today is the third preparatory meeting; I'm going too. Let's go together."

"The third preparatory meeting?"

"The Party and state hold many meetings. Professor Lang found several friends from the CPPCC or the National People's Congress, and brought in quite a few antiques in batches. It's said they will not only be exhibited at Jiangning University but will also tour universities nationwide. I think he's preparing to retire and play with antiques full-time."

In his words, he was quite envious. For someone who could afford to play with antiques using their own money, that was something worthy of envy for poor teachers like them.

Jiang University's Wenyi Hall was located behind the Experimental Building, facing the small bay of Bo Lake. The hall was over ten meters high; three stories were about the same height as nearby ten-story small buildings.

The whole building was modeled after European concert halls and drama theaters, but in terms of splendor it was slightly inferior.

Others used expensive hardwood for construction and decoration, but Jiang University, no matter how much money it had, only dared to spend on marble and white jade.

"This is it." Senior Student Zhou pointed at the road and laughed: "I won't go in, lest I get caught for corvée labor again."

Chen Yi said "Okay" with a smile, passed through the winding path, and arrived in front of Wenyi Hall.

There were actually two Student Union cadres acting as doormen, and three bodyguards in black suits manning the metal detector gates, just like airport security checks.

Seeing that those coming and going were either classroom people or social figures, Chen Yi had no choice but to call Lu Fan to have him come pick him up and take him in.

As he passed the doormen, sure enough, no one stopped him.

"Didn't expect you to come just like that. Look around casually. Professor Lang isn't here these days." Lu Fan looked very busy, but still patiently introduced him to several people within sight.

The so-called third preparatory meeting was the third expanded meeting after the big shots from the academic and collecting worlds appeared. Merchants had sharp ears and eyes; upon hearing the name "Chen Yi," they automatically gathered around.

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