Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1289 - 632 Acid-Spraying Dragon Gold Mine_3

The person in the tree was so frightened that he nearly fell off, but the sticky secretion didn’t attack him, instead it landed on the tree and started to change. In a while, it was just like what Yan Fei had seen when he first arrived, starting to foam and hiss softly.

Yan Fei now had some understanding, so it turned out that this dinosaur, though not large, could survive all alone in this wilderness because it had a killing blow!

Clearly, once the secretion appeared in the air, there must have been some kind of chemical reaction that turned it into something that could be both corrosive and toxic.

For intelligent creatures who knew about the properties of this secretion, as long as they washed it off in time, it probably wouldn’t be very dangerous. However, for the dinosaurs, it was undoubtedly a rather strong attack skill.

After his surprise, Yan Fei found this skill quite interesting.

In fact, in the human world, there are animals with spitting skills too. Everyone knows about the cobras that can spit venom, the squids that spray ink, and the camels in the desert that spit saliva, and so on.

But in terms of the dinosaurs, he had only seen saliva-spitting ones similar to camels; he had never seen one that could spit out something that would then turn into acid.

The dinosaur that Yan Fei found amusing certainly wasn’t having a good time.

The next moment, before the dinosaur realized what was happening, it was struck on the head with a hammer. Dazed, it didn’t even have time to react before it fell to the ground, blood coming from its nose and mouth, with only its body convulsively twitching in a primal fight for life.

Yan Fei dragged the dinosaur away, planning to leave, when the man in the tree, anxious, finally shouted out with a strange accent, "Boss!"

He then rambled on in Japanese, which Yan Fei this time understood. Lifting his head, he saw the man pull a fist-sized rock from his pocket, desperately yelling, "Gold mine, I’ve found a gold mine..."

To any human, gold is known to be valuable.

But for Yan Fei, a gold mine in the dinosaur world was merely interesting to him and not particularly precious; after all, he had no plans to mine and sell gold.

Seeing Yan Fei’s somewhat indifferent reaction, the man in the tree started wailing and crying, mixing Sancha River dialect with Japanese, begging Yan Fei to let him return, swearing over and over how he would behave after...

What Yan Fei was actually thinking about was something else. If in the future the base had more people, should he also introduce some kind of equivalent value item as a currency?

After pondering it for a full three seconds, he decided he didn’t need to at all.

Everything in the dinosaur world belonged to him. The people here were either like Number One and Number Two who wouldn’t be wronged by a collective execution, or Barbarians. He really didn’t need to overthink it—keeping them alive was the biggest reward he could offer them. What else could be useful?

He would just keep things as they were now, granting a certain status and treatment to those who performed merits and behaved well, allowing them to live a better life. That would be enough.

However, the man in the tree had managed to survive until now, and by chance, had allowed Yan Fei to see a new type of dinosaur. He was indeed a lucky person. Given that, why not give him a chance!

Back at Dahe Base, Yan Fei summoned the head of the laboratory and had him confirm that the stone was indeed part of a gold mine. Then, pointing to the body of the dinosaur, he said, "This dinosaur can spew a greenish secretion. Have this man explain it to you in detail. Take some time to research it."

Then he ordered Number One, "Keep this guy alive for the time being. He’s lucky to have encountered me. Let him live a few more days and see how he behaves in the future. This fellow also found a gold mine; we might as well mine some gold for fun when we’re free."

Naturally, Number One didn’t dare to protest and could only nod in agreement.

Having delegated his tasks, Yan Fei went to the location of the alleged gold mine the man had mentioned.

It was out of pure curiosity. He didn’t understand any of it, nor could he identify anything; he did, however, pick up a yellow rock, whether it was a gold ore or not, he had no idea—it was just yellower than the one the man had picked up.

Playing with the ore in his hand, he returned to his office.

It was only then that he remembered he had been meaning to distribute some benefits, which he had been distracted from all this time.

Just as he was about to check the time, Xu Xiaoyan’s voice came from outside: "Has anyone seen Xiao Fei? Where has that guy run off to now, why can’t I find him at mealtime?"

Yan Fei hurriedly went out the door, "I’m here!"

With so many people around, Xu Xiaoyan didn’t say much, only giving him a glare, "Come and eat, I’ve been looking for you for ages."

Yan Fei grinned slyly as he filled his plate, then began the mealtime meeting: "The New Year is coming soon, everyone think about it, what benefits should we distribute for the New Year? Speak up quickly with ideas, or I won’t distribute anything."

Those who were eating were eager to try, but then no one spoke up.

Yan Fei pointed specifically at someone: "Heizi, if you have something to say, just say it. Why open your mouth and say nothing? What’s the point?"

Heizi looked frustrated: "I don’t know what to say. I had a lot of ideas in an instant, but before I could say them, it seemed like none of them were really necessary. Usually, people give out food and drink, but we have plenty of that on hand here, there’s really nothing special to covet."

Everyone at the meal laughed openly. Upon reflection, it was true. Life in the base had become routine, and usually, no one noticed. Now, thinking about it, they realized their lives were indeed quite blessed.

"What Brother Heizi said is exactly what I wanted to say. Besides, those purchased things aren’t made under our supervision like our beef jerky; who knows what’s in them?" Old Ou said. "How about we symbolically distribute beef jerky, and forgo the rest? We really don’t need anything else."

There were more comments once someone started talking, but unfortunately, they were mostly irrelevant. The final consensus was, Brother Fei, you’re the boss, you decide what to give. Anyway, we don’t really want anything specific.

What a predicament for a company with an already good standard of living—when it comes to giving benefits, they don’t even know what to give!

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