Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 47 - 47 47 I Think So Too_1

47: Chapter 47 I Think So Too_1 47: Chapter 47 I Think So Too_1 The snowflakes were getting bigger, as he rushed back to where he had just left, the two aunties were still standing there!

He took out the bone, Yan Fei swung his hammer and smashed it.

There was already a crack where he had hit before and this time, two large pieces fell off.

“One piece per person, five yuan each.

Note that I’m not responsible if it doesn’t work,” Yan Fei said as he handed the pieces to the two aunties, speaking swiftly and decisively.

“Okay, okay, don’t worry.

I’ve had someone look at this stuff before.

Five yuan for such a large piece.

Why don’t you weigh it?

Shall we go by five yuan a tael?” This quick-tongued aunty was a straightforward person.

“Also, young man, I see you have so much more; why not sell everything to me?

Once you’re gone, where can we buy it?” This aunty was more quick-thinking.

Yan Fei didn’t want to sell it in the first place, he blurted out: “I’m not selling.

Just in case it doesn’t work, I don’t want to have cheated you.”

“I’m not afraid.

Even if you don’t sell, I’m not looking to resell it.

I’m just afraid my family wouldn’t have enough.

The doctor at the hospital said this stuff is best used in the long term.”

“I will come back after the New Year if I have time.

I’ll be selling watermelons right here by then.

Note that if it doesn’t work, you guys can find me, but I won’t refund any money.” Yan Fei did not refuse outright.

He would definitely be back after New Year’s anyways.

What if he didn’t have enough money to raise the cattle?

By that time, another batch of watermelons would be ripe, and he could make a good amount of money.

“That’s fine.

By the way, can you give us an exact date for your return after New Year’s?”

“Around the…

seventh.

I start school on the eighth.”

Having received an exact date, the two aunties were ready to leave satisfied.

Yan Fei quickly stopped them: “Auntie, apart from this wet market, are there other places in the city?”

“Yes, there are.

Several other large markets.

But if you’re going to sell watermelons and these ‘dragon bones,’ there’s a place I can tell you about.

Head south from the train station, turn west at the intersection, and you’ll see a tunnel under a railway bridge.

There would be a lot of people there, many small traders.

You don’t have much to sell, so that place will do.” The two aunties, thinking about his dinosaur bones, gave him plenty of detailed information.

Yan Fei noted it down in his mind, thanked the two of them, and then prepared to go home.

Before leaving, he glanced at the small door of the Central Market Management Office in the distance.

The man with the side-part hair was still standing there, sneering at him!

To hell with him.

Keep bluffing, I dare you.

Without looking back, Yan Fei walked away.

It was snowing, and he could see the guy from a fair distance.

He doubted if he could be seen from that far.

This market was indeed a good place.

Yan Fei had only been here for two days and he had grown fond of it.

There were so many wealthy people here.

Unfortunately, it might be hard for him to come back in the future.

Thankfully, he had kept his face covered.

If he grew a bit taller, they probably wouldn’t recognize him.

As he walked on, he started to feel something was wrong.

Indeed, someone was following him.

No wonder he had felt something was off before!

Yan Fei initially thought about running away.

He believed they wouldn’t be able to catch up with him considering his speed.

But thinking about the arrogance of the side-part earlier, he decided to jog slowly instead.

If they chased me across the street from the Market Management Office, I could barely accept that.

But if I’m not selling anything and they’re still tailing me, should I call the police?

As he thought this, Yan Fei carried his stuff and headed towards a quiet road.

“Stop, the one with the covered face up there, wait…” Sure enough, after not too long, someone was shouting and chasing after him from behind.

“What do you want to do?

Rob me?” Yan Fei stood firm, his hand clenching the handle of the hammer through the snake-skin bag.

“Robbery?

Do you realize you’ve offended our Brother Liu?

Be a good boy and come with us!” Said a man who had a sneaky look about him and was panting heavily from chasing him.

Yan Fei looked around.

The road was wide, but there were few people.

He said, “This place is fine, there’s no one around.

Say what you want to do!”

“So you don’t want to listen when we talk nicely, huh?” The sneaky-looking man saw another one of his kind panting heavily and catching up finally.

He seemed to lose face, and started cursing.

“If you really want to talk, then stop cursing,” Yan Fei said.

Although he was usually sharp-tongued with familiar people, he needed a lot of time to organize his thoughts before speaking well in front of strangers.

Now, facing this sudden incident, he was struggling to keep up with his words.

“Talk nicely to your…” The sneaky-looking man’s calm incensed Yan Fei completely.

He barely finished his sentence before he reached out to slap Yan Fei.

Yan Fei took a step back, avoiding his slap, “So you want to start a fight?”

The man was taken aback, probably he was surprised that his slap missed.

Another man finally caught his breath, and he said, “Kid, just you wait.

Brother Liu is on his way!”

Yan Fei looked over their shoulders into the heavy snow, catching a glimpse of several figures approaching.

They must have seen the trio standing there, as they picked up their pace.

The two saw them as well, and instantly the head traitor grew bold, “Kid, you’re still trying to hide, eh?”

Another slap swung in his direction.

Yan Fei retreated to dodge it once more.

The traitor’s head missed again and threw a punch toward Yan Fei.

Yan Fei sidestepped the blow.

From Yan Fei’s perspective, this traitor’s head was clearly not experienced in fighting.

He only knew how to throw punches but didn’t pay attention to his footwork, overusing his strength.

With just a gentle tap on his foot, the guy fell flat on his face.

“Damn…you…” The ground was covered in slush and a thin layer of snow.

The traitor’s head fell rather hard, cursing non-stop.

“Brother Shier, are you alright?” The traitor’s subordinate rushed over to help him up.

“I’m fine…” The traitor’s head got up, looked at those running from behind, and said without seeming to care.

“Hey, you started hitting people now, didn’t you?” The one chasing from behind was the one who had told Yan Fei to follow him when he was setting up his stall earlier.

The one they called Xiao Liu.

As soon as he arrived and saw the traitor’s head had fallen, he started yelling at Yan Fei.

“He fell on his own, you can ask his companion.” Yan Fei remained calm, observing these people.

There were four or five of them, all young men.

Despite the good living conditions in the city, all of them were skinny.

Despite the cold, they unzipped their jackets completely, seemingly desperate to show off what they wore underneath.

One was even bolder, wearing a leather jacket with just a white cotton thermal shirt underneath, his chest wide open.

In such cold weather, Yan Fei felt cold just looking at him.

None looked particularly impressive.

Yan Fei quickly made his assessment of the group.

“Hey kid, I’m talking to you!

What are you going to do?” Only then did Yan Fei realize Xiao Liu was still yelling at him.

“What do you mean?

“Didn’t you fucking hear me when I was talking?

Did you stuff pig hair in your ears?” Xiao Liu was furious.

“You were messing around with your stall earlier, now you have to pay a fine.

Hand over the money you made from selling things and you can go.

If not, you’re coming with us and besides the fine, you’ll be taken to the local police station.”

“You guys run the local police station, too?” Yan Fei couldn’t help but ask.

“Don’t you understand what I fucking said?

Are you playing dumb?” Xiao Liu was genuinely furious this time, and the others quickly surrounded Yan Fei.

“I get it, you just want money.

If I give it to you, it’s a confiscation.

If I don’t, you’ll just steal it, right?” Yan Fei knew all along.

These guys were nothing like a management office.

The self-important leader looked more the part.

These guys were just better dressed street hooligans compared to those in Sancha River Street.

“Brother Liu, why bother talking to him?

Let’s beat him up first, then slowly explain.” The guy in the white thermal shirt who didn’t seem to mind the cold suggested.

His leather jacket swished as he swung a punch at Yan Fei.

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking…

Ah…” Yan Fei had been cursed at for so long.

When he started speaking, he was still talking, but by end, he was yelling.

An ‘ah’ left his mouth.

Accompanied by a kick forward.

When the grunt sounded, a kick flew out.

“I…Ahh…” The unfazed guy choked on his words.

The second part turned into a yelp of horror.

On his white thermal shirt, a wet footprint with snowflakes embedded on it appeared right in the middle.

The guy was sent flying backward.

When dealing with street thugs, using actual combat techniques was a waste.

Yan Fei’s feet hit the ground, he crouched low, and executed a sweeping kick.

The snake skin bag with the sledgehammer inside swinging through the air, brushing the snowy ground causing the snowflakes to dance into the air.