“Is this the steel dagger you forged?”
“Let me have a look, come on, let me see.”
“Don’t fight over it, what if you break it? Can you afford it? People online are already bidding a million to buy it!”
“A million? That’s odd, even if you sold me, I wouldn’t be worth that much.”
As soon as he got off the helicopter, the rainforest staff swarmed around Bi Fang, eager and pushing; even Zhou Weisheng couldn’t squeeze in next to him.
Some touched the person, some touched the dagger, all wanting to see the godlike man who had lived for twenty-one days in the rainforest with nothing at all.
...It made Bi Fang feel like he was a gorilla in a zoo, and what left him speechless was that among the men, there were quite a few women mixing in, muddying the waters and stealthily getting a feel.
“Strong and powerful, strong and powerful indeed!”
“Back off, you damn nanmu!”
“Wuwuwu, you’re scolding me.”“What are you hiding for? What, men can touch but we women can’t? That’s discrimination!”
“When we touch, it’s appreciation; when you do it, that’s hooliganism! Forty years earlier, it would have been a crime!”
Of course, more people still wanted to admire the dagger brought out from the rainforest.
Apart from the handle wrapped in vines that seemed rather rustic, the rest looked almost like any double-edged fruit knife you could buy outside.
These ordinary people couldn’t figure out how on earth steel could be produced from the ordinary soil.
The shock was no less than that of ancient people seeing a spaceship crash in their backyard—strongly incongruous, totally out of sync with the world they knew.
Bi Fang didn’t mind, passing around the “million-dollar” steel dagger in turn.
Only the tip was sharp enough, with both sides simply polished, the black coating removed, without a sharpened edge, so there was no concern for safety.
After more than half an hour of commotion, the people gradually returned the dagger, still reluctantly, under Zhou Weisheng’s urging, and Bi Fang put it away again.
He had no intention of giving it away, after all, he had worked hard to make it; it was a memento, and he wasn’t short of that million.
Once the crowd began to quiet down, Zhou Weisheng finally got a chance to see Bi Fang. He had intended to welcome him and thank him for promoting and contributing to Banna’s tourism.
But Bi Fang was too tired, in no mood for celebrations. Right now, all he wanted was to have a comprehensive medical check-up at the hospital and then go back to sleep.
Zhou Weisheng slapped his forehead, “Ah, I watched the live broadcast too and almost forgot about this—quickly, send Mr. Bi to our medical room and then arrange a room.”
Though it was just a staff hospital, it couldn’t be underestimated. After all, it was for employees in the protected area who often went deep into the rainforest for scientific research; it held various common antidotes and many serums as well.
After the medical check-up, other than his weight plummeting four kilograms and some muscle strain, many of the test results didn’t show any common issues, but something else caught his attention. ℟áƝŏ𐌱ÊŜ
“The number of dengue fever cases has reached over five hundred?”
The nurse beside him nodded, releasing the pulse pressure meter, “Yes, in just twenty days, the number has increased so much.”
Bi Fang clicked his tongue, remembering more clearly that when he first arrived in Banna, he saw a news report about one case of infection and even mentioned it to the viewers on the first day of the live broadcast.
Who would have thought that by the end of the live broadcast, there would be over five hundred more?
He was somewhat relieved that he had chosen to look for red mud as mosquito repellent as soon as he entered the rainforest.
Fortunately, dengue fever was treatable, so there was no need for too much worry.
After receiving the report and getting the confirmation, Bi Fang completely relaxed. It was at this moment that the system’s unchanging electronic voice once again transmitted.
The bits and pieces of the rainforest condensed into a few seconds of images that flashed by as if traveling through the river of time, finally culminating in a prompt.
[Congratulations host, you have completed the task: Iron Age. The reward is being distributed. Would you like to receive it?]
Receive!
[Detecting…]
Bi Fang couldn’t remember what reward the system had given afterwards, but what he clearly knew was that right now his eyelids were extremely heavy, and he wished he could fall asleep right there.
Following the staff, a groggy Bi Fang returned to the hotel. Without even taking a bath, he fell asleep. When he woke up again, the sky outside the window was bright.
He picked up the alarm clock by the bedside and saw that it was already two in the afternoon.
He took the helicopter back at six yesterday and finished the hospital check-up at nine in the evening. After that, he returned to the hotel immediately, which meant he had slept for almost sixteen hours?
Bi Fang held his forehead, feeling an unusual headache and still very sleepy.
He knew he had slept too long.
Sleeping for too long sends the wrong signals to the brain, secrete sleep-related hormones, and make one want to sleep more. Waking up would also feel uncomfortable due to abnormal hormone levels.
He had no choice but to force himself to get up.
“This is too uncomfortable.”
Bi Fang was surprised by his body’s reaction, feeling an unusual soreness all over. It was the result of a large accumulation of lactic acid.
He had forged a steel knife in the wilderness, and now he was exhausted.
Now he was sore, sleepy, hungry, and, even worse, had a headache.
Getting out of bed, Bi Fang noticed that he was still wearing the thicket outfit from his departure. Now that he thought about it, the looks he had received from passers-by last night indeed seemed a bit strange. Perhaps they mistook him for some kind of ethnic dance performer.
There were plenty of grass-skirt performers in the scenic area.
Of course, it wasn’t impossible they recognized him; Zhou Weisheng had broadcasted his stream on the big screens of the plaza these days, although the likelihood was small.
After living in the wilderness for twenty days, although Bi Fang maintained his cleanliness daily, his hair and beard had grown considerably, and his entire body still had that constricted feeling of being wrapped in red mud.
After calling the hotel to arrange for a meal to be delivered around three o’clock, Bi Fang went to the bathroom to freshen up. He sprayed foam and shaved off all the stubble from his face,
His formerly stubbly chin was smooth again. After washing his face, the feeling of each pore breathing freely was unforgettable.
Turning on the showerhead and adjusting it to hot water, Bi Fang pushed his wet hair back, revealing his bright eyes and clean face. As the hot water washed over him, his whole body relaxed, and every cell seemed to breathe freely, tempting him to fall asleep again.
Fighting off the drowsiness, Bi Fang finished his shower and took a bath.
Although cold water could help alleviate muscle soreness better, that was for right after intense exercise, and he had already waited for more than a day. It would be fine to just let his body recover slowly.
Steam covered the frosted glass in the bathroom. Bi Fang opened the system and quickly found yesterday’s reward, which he hadn’t paid attention to.
[Detection reveals an extremely high completion rate for the host’s task, your final rewards are: Joint Strengthening Coupon*1, Store Exchange Coupon*1, Skill Can*1, Item Tank*1, Wilderness Points*1840, Enhancement Points*4]
A pile of rewards cascaded down, greatly refreshing Bi Fang’s inflating brain.
Despite having reaped rewards many times before, Bi Fang always felt a heartfelt excitement every time he saw them, the sense of achievement from effort bearing fruit was unparalleled.
“Haven’t seen a Skill Can in a long time.”
Bi Fang was somewhat surprised by the Skill Can; it was like opening a blind box—the prices were outrageously high in the store, so he hardly ever bought them.
There was also an extra Item Tank, leaving him wondering what it might contain.
Without rushing to open the cans, Bi Fang used three of the Enhancement Points first. A warm stream flowed from his spine, reaching his limbs and dissipating through every pore, significantly easing the soreness in his body!
He opened his long-missed panel, and a parade of data and solidified skills were fully displayed.
[Unique Binder: Bi Fang]
[Age: 25]
[Height: 186.3cm]
[Weight: 74KG]
[Strength: 15]
[Physique: 18]
[Agility: 16]
[Spirit: 15]
[Platinum Body]
[Status: Hungry, Fatigue Damage.]
[Enhancement Points: 1]
[Wilderness Points: 1960 (convertible)]
Orange Core: Wilderness Traveler lv1.
Purple Branches: Special Recon Soldier lv2, Body Tempering lv1 (from a combination of Yoga, Pilates, Calisthenics).
Blue Boughs: High-altitude Parachuting lv3, Tai Chi Traveling Dragon lv2, Archery lv1, Rock Climbing lv2, Biological Identification lv3, Swimming lv1, First Aid lv1.
Green Canopy: Cross-country Hiking lv5, Running lv5.
Special Talent: Beastly Instinct.
Booty Skills: Wolves King’s Sense of Smell, Fish King’s Stomach, Biological Sensing.
Bi Fang saved one Enhancement Point; orange skills now required an Advanced Skill Upgrade Coupon along with Enhancement Points. Although he didn’t have any coupons on hand, it was better to be prepared.
The Wilderness Points were not too abundant, likely compensated in the tangible rewards, but Bi Fang didn’t care much for those points earned from tasks anymore.
With the Wilderness Club’s daily flow of over a hundred points, he was already a small tycoon with three thousand a month.
Right, twenty days had passed, and he wondered just how many convertible points had accumulated, whether they reached the three thousand he’d initially projected.
Bi Fang opened the panel’s convertible section, intending to make a mental calculation when the final digit of his points made the bottle of shower gel slip from his hands into the water with a splash.
Units, tens, hundreds, thousands… tens of thousands?
Convertible Points: 10043…
Bi Fang was engulfed in profound shock.
The club was only so big, the number of guests it could accommodate each day was limited. After accounting for profit sharing and costs, nearly two hundred points per day was the limit!
Moreover, that was for the weekends— even if it was packed every day, that would only total around six thousand a month. Where had this sudden increase of a third, nearly half, of the points come from?
The points wouldn’t just appear out of nowhere. The system clearly outlined that this ten thousand points were almost entirely converted from the club’s share.
“Damn, how did Yao Jun and Lin Chang manage this?”
Facing this bizarre surge in points, Bi Fang immediately thought of his two partners; it must be their doing.
What exactly had they done?
With nearly five thousand extra points for himself, that meant fifty million in twenty-one days, and that was just his share. For the club, it meant a profit increase of several billion…
In Magic Capital, at this moment Yao Jun sat in his office laughing maniacally at the sales curve on his computer.
“Hahahaha, I’m a goddamn genius!”
Lin Chang, massaging his brow, sat beside him. In some aspects, Yao Jun was indeed a genius.
Bi Fang started a fire with a saw in the wilderness, and in less than an hour, Yao Jun had contacted a wood mill and hauled over loads of inferior bamboo sections. With costs at nine yuan a piece and transportation included, not even ten yuan each, he was selling them for thirty-five yuan per section…
The saws were counted separately, fifteen a pop, fifty for a set—igniting a spark on the spot granted one day’s access to the Hunting Park.
A day in the Hunting Park wasn’t much, but some people relished spending five hundred yuan for ten sets to laboriously drill fire.
Then there was the harder hand drill, the simpler bow drill, with varying rewards, and a profit margin that reached an astonishing…
Let’s not talk about it; even Poison Beibei would cry.
While Bi Fang was iron smelting in the wilderness, Yao Jun contacted an iron factory overnight to see if they could build a rudimentary furnace on the spot and transport some iron ore over.
Eating konjac to sell konjac, eating squirrel—they captured a large number of squirrels and released them in the Hunting Park, with extra rewards for catching them…
And there were all sorts of physical rewards; thirty yuan for a mini firecracker…
Physical rewards were much harsher than live stream donations; people who wouldn’t spend a dime on streams might indulge in a firecracker, and they sold out daily, especially during the successful iron smelting days.
Now, there were still many people in the Hunting Park buying materials, trying to build their own matching huts.
No matter who cursed Yao Jun, calling him a mercenary worm, or even Lin Chang, but as for Bi Fang…
“Our Brother Fang is struggling out in the wilderness, unable to eat his fill or stay warm, how could it possibly be him?”
Lin Chang: “???”
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