Chapter 144: Chapter 141 System Upgrade

“Come on, brother, bottoms up!”

In the adobe house, the burly Tashi Dorje put his arm around Bi Fang’s shoulder, and without waiting for a reply, he guzzled down the alcohol from his bowl, and even though his Mandarin was hard to understand, he repeatedly apologized.

“I’m really sorry about before, it’s just that you looked so wretched, brother. No one ever comes here, and seeing you wandering around the village entrance alone made us uneasy! I, your older brother, am here to make amends.”

Waving his hand, Bi Fang indicated that he didn’t take it to heart and had also been infected by the lively atmosphere, taking a few sips of alcohol.

In this remote village with few entertainment activities, everyone should have turned off their lights and gone to bed early, yet the arrival of a stranger had the place brightly lit up.

The villagers were almost all of Mongolian ethnicity, and seeing Bi Fang’s bravery in the live stream, they genuinely welcomed and admired him!

Tashi Dorje even dragged Bi Fang to his home, insisting on apologizing and calling over a big group of people, pouring each one a bowl of strong alcohol.

The scene suddenly erupted, and a big pot was set up on the spot, where everyone gathered in the middle to cook lamb meat in boiling white lamb soup.

“Little brother, is that ‘tick’ really over three meters long?”

“Of course, it’s real — haven’t you heard the experts say it’s three point two meters!”

“How can we not be skeptical? We can’t see a single fish here, and three meters — that’s taller than a person!”

“It’s got two of your heights!”

“Bullshit, I’m one seventy! Drink more, talk less!”

“Why isn’t the young brother drinking?” someone teased from the side.

Tashi Dorje slapped his forehead, “Oh! I get it, our sand here is too much, gives the liquor a taste of earth that outsiders can’t get used to! I’ll go and get the good stuff, brought it from the provincial city myself!”

“No need, Tashi, big brother, it’s not that I won’t drink, it’s just that my hand is injured, can’t drink too much!”

The villagers were too enthusiastic, and Bi Fang felt a bit embarrassed, but these people just wouldn’t listen.

Finally, the village chief spoke up, “The young brother is injured, he can’t drink too much, stop messing around!”

People then gave up, but they didn’t quiet down, surrounding Bi Fang inside and out, once again bombarding him with questions.

Tashi, rolling up his sleeves and with a face full of admiration, recalled, “Brother, when you fought that crocodile, it was just as brave as when I fought a wolf!”

“When have you ever fought a wolf, Tashi? Weren’t you so scared by the wolf that you wet your pants? ‘One recognizes a good horse during the race and a hero in the wrestling ring.’ We Mongolians respect brave men the most, and Tashi, you’re not even half as brave as our little brother here!”

“Yeah, yeah, the young brother dares to fight crocodiles for his life, and you? You even lost three sheep, hahaha!”

“Nonsense! You’re slandering me! If I hadn’t driven it off, it would have killed even more!” Tashi Dorje, having already drunk half a bowl of alcohol, saw that people doubted him and his face started to turn red.

Then someone else asked, “Tashi, did you really fight a wolf?”

Tashi Dorje, giving the person who asked him a scornful look, showed no interest in defending himself. They continued, “Then how come you didn’t even bring back half a wolf brush?”

Tashi immediately looked defeated and uneasy, his face clouding over, and he mumbled something. This time, it was all about how the wolf had run too fast and there was no time to do anything — some undecipherable words.

At this point, everyone started to laugh aloud, filling the interior and exterior of the house with cheerful atmosphere.

After the teasing, the villagers went up to Bi Fang to offer a toast, showing complete admiration for him.

Using a fire poker to stir the charcoal, tiny sparks drifted up, and someone next to them puckered their lips and blew, snuffing them out in a flurry of brief flashes.

The one tending the fire sniffed, “It’s ready!”

“Young brother, try this, an authentic lamb soup!” They warmly called out to him.

Having been hungry for several days, Bi Fang didn’t hold back on formalities, he speared a piece of succulent lamb meat, blew on it, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with satisfaction as warmth from the alcohol surged up, as if blowing out a fiery breath from deep in his lungs. He slapped his knee and exclaimed with approval.

At his exclamation, the villagers’ excitement bubbled over again, each one reaching out with their knives to scoop up lamb meat.

[That’s it, I really want some meat nowtoo!]

[Damn, spreading midnight cravings! Old Fang, that’s not very nice!]

[I’ve been here for five days, and it’s the first time I’ve tasted something salty!]

[I’ll trade my doughnut for that!]

[Isn’t that a bit too enthusiastic? They slaughtered a sheep right away!]

[Nonsense, we Mongolians hold warriors in the highest regard, let alone a big shot like Master Fang! ]

[Loving Riceing, you’ve sent too meatballs to the host—Master Fang, what should I do if I also want to eat?]

[If you can’t stand it, send a spaceship to the host—take it!]

The spicy fragrance stirred up everyone’s spirit for wine, and several villagers, half-drunk, opened their jackets, slapped their bellies, and sang the incomprehensible songs of the northern desert, creating a roaring buzz.

The revelry continued until midnight, yet Bi Fang quietly stepped out of the house and collected the unattended drone.

“Alright, now it’s truly time to say goodbye. Did you see it? Green plants have started appearing in this village, and further away, there are even trees.”

“During our chats, the villagers told me that they planted these in response to the call for reforestation. Every blade of grass and tree painstakingly planted by the people of Qaidam on the Gobi wastelands is for the sake of a better life for future generations, which is no easy feat.”

“Many people say that if it weren’t for Qinghai Lake, the sandstorms of Qaidam would swallow up half of China. The transition of Qaidam Basin from an ancient body of water to today’s desertified basin wasn’t only because of the rise of the Tibetan Plateau changing the atmospheric circulation patterns and causing dynamic and thermal effects.”

“In fact, there are many more reasons to reflect upon. I hope that in a few years, we won’t find fossils of ‘Naked Carp’ here. I’d rather hope for clear skies, green grass, and a blue lake years from now.”

“That’s it, friends! Remember my name and story, and don’t miss the next broadcast!”

[Don’t go! At least let me finish watching your meal!]

[Tips for staying!]

[Ah, it’s gone!]

In the live broadcast room, despite the audience’s pleas, the screen went completely dark in the end, leaving only a heated discussion among the netizens.

[By the way, did Master Fang just mention a loli fossil?]

[Idiot, that’s Naked Carp! A common and beautiful fish from Qinghai Lake, not a loli! Don’t let beauty cloud your vision! ]

[Cute girls? Where are the cute girls?]

[Corporate level understanding.]

“Sigh, gone again.” Wang Xiaocong tossed his phone aside and flopped onto his bed.

Having looked forward to a break to watch for a couple of days, it ended so quickly, which was hugely disappointing, and now he had to wait over ten days more.

He had no idea where the next broadcast would take him or what sort of adventure stories would unfold.

“I really want to join in the journey. Wonder when Big Brother Fang’s club will open…”

In the over 9.6 million square kilometers of land, within the countless brightly lit cities, there were many more people like Wang Xiaocong.

In today’s live streaming circles, Bi Fang’s broadcasts were groundbreaking, even historic—there was no precedent in the world for presenting adventures as live broadcasts.

Previously at most, there were documentaries, fishing for big fish, or getting a close look at wild animals, but nobody was truly confident enough to dare to air it all live.

And even if there were imitators, their effects and visual impact were nowhere near as strong as Bi Fang’s. Just look at Shark next door.

Watching their broadcasts was just for fun, utterly incomparable.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task: Emerging Sharpness. Reward dispensed. Would you like to claim it?]

A flicker of light passed, and all gloom and irritation were wiped away.

Bi Fang’s face lit up with joy, and just as he was about to claim it, a second electronic tone sounded.

[Congratulations to the host for completing three R Level tasks. Your authority is now officially unlocked. System upgrading…]

[Upgrade complete!]