Chapter 29

The warehouse owner stared at the surveillance video until his eyes were dry, but his face was full of surprise and amazement.

When he first saw the scene, he thought it was a magician trying to trick him and take his money. It wasn't until the video was slowed down ten times, twenty times, and viewed from multiple angles that he could clearly see what had happened!

It was incredible!

Faster than lightning! Precise and deadly!

It was the first time he had seen someone catch a mouse in such a way!

Of course, speed was one thing, but what was most astonishing was the ability to accurately judge the mouse's position. After entering the warehouse, there was no hesitation; he walked straight over with a long-handled clamp and caught the mouse!

It was done.

Truly a master at the ten-thousand-yuan level!

All those mouse traps and high-tech rodent repellents were completely outshone!

Realizing that over twenty minutes had passed, the warehouse owner hurried out of the break room, looking left and right but finding no one.

"Where is he? Where is the mouse-catching expert?"

Hu Yi's brother pointed in the direction Feng Yi had left, "He already drove away."

The warehouse owner gave him a dissatisfied look, "Why did you let him go? At this time, you should have kept him for a meal, booked a hotel room for him to rest properly, shouldn't you?!"

Hu Yi's brother explained, "He said he wanted to go back and sleep."

The warehouse owner was about to say more, but remembering that Hu Yi's brother had invited him, he said, "Come with me, and tell me how you found this person."

"Sure, boss. Oh, before he left, he told us there was mouse droppings on a shelf, and I already had it cleaned. He was really very accurate!" Hu Yi's brother reminded him, "And, boss, he said he hoped to see the transfer information when he got home..."

The warehouse owner slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot!"

"Here!"

"Transfer fifteen thousand directly!"

The extra five thousand was a bonus from him.

First, he was genuinely amazed by Feng Yi's mouse-catching technique.

Second, he thought that rodent infestations happened from time to time, and even without an infestation, the number of mice was not small. If they weren't well-prepared next time, and the warehouse was filled with millions of dollars worth of goods, he would directly call this person again.

Safe!

Efficient!!

And he believed it wasn't that Feng Yi was unknown, but rather that he lacked connections and channels to be recognized!

Hearing from the Hu brothers that Feng Yi was initially reluctant to take the job, the warehouse owner thought the extra five thousand would help build a relationship, making it easier to negotiate next time.

With the problem solved, the gloom from the mouse in the warehouse all day long dissipated. His back no longer ached, his head no longer hurt, and his voice was no longer hoarse. He canceled the appointments with other pest control companies and called the Hu brothers over to talk about Feng Yi.

On the other side.

After driving home, Feng Yi immediately took a shower to wash off the various odors that had clung to him. The images of the reagents in the warehouse still flashed in his mind.

Today, he had received too much olfactory information, and he was exhausted, feeling dizzy and disoriented. One of the reasons he rushed back so quickly was that the odors in the warehouse were both complex and pungent.

Thinking about the gains from this trip, Feng Yi checked his phone messages.

Fifteen thousand had been transferred.

Raising an eyebrow, Feng Yi checked again and, as expected, found a message from Hu Yi. Hu Yi told him that the boss was particularly satisfied with his efficiency, so he had given an extra five thousand.

"Tsk."

Feng Yi smiled.

Being satisfied with his efficiency was definite, and the boss was willing to pay so much, which was quite interesting. He could guess some of it, but he wasn't interested in speculating too much about the boss's thoughts.

He looked up the current prices of various pest control companies online.

Some quoted ten thousand for a job, but that was under special circumstances, such as emergencies or high difficulty.

Feng Yi stroked his chin, thinking.

Evolution is for better survival.

And for a better quality of life, one needs to earn money.

Earning ten thousand in two hours wasn't bad. And in those two hours, most of the time was spent on the road; the actual work took very little time.

Quite easy.

Actually... he could develop this as a part-time job.

When he was still in school, he took photos for a hotpot restaurant, and every day when he left the school gate, he could see the big promotional poster of the guy holding a hotpot and smiling like an idiot. Did he feel ashamed?!

What's wrong with catching mice as a part-time job?

It's all about earning money with one's skills!

Thinking this way, he had a sweet dream.

Without any psychological burden, he slept very well that night.

The next day, after completing another exploration of "a different world," Feng Yi returned to the neighborhood when it was already dark. Thinking about the delicious snacks at Wu Ji's shop yesterday, he decided to buy some for a late-night snack.

He could smell the aroma from the shop from a distance.

Feng Yi pushed the door open, and Wu Ji was leaning on the counter, staring at his phone with a worried look.

"Trying out new flavors again?" Feng Yi asked.

"Yep." Wu Ji brought over a porcelain plate, "Just made plain mung bean cakes and Longjing tea cakes, try them."

Feng Yi took one, tasted it, and said, "They taste great. Selling them in the shop would definitely make money. Why do you look like you owe money?"

"I'm thinking of what to name them." Wu Ji complained, "My dad says the names of these snacks sound too rustic. Other similar shops have names that sound poetic and sophisticated, making them seem more valuable! Ours are just tea cakes, tea pastries, tea this and that..."

"But I think they're fine. Simple and clear, as long as the snacks are delicious, right? Why go through the trouble of naming them!"

Although Wu Ji complained, he knew that nowadays, packaging and sophistication were important. The appearance, aroma, taste, and shape, plus a good name, could increase competitiveness.

"Oh, right, my mom bought a batch of eels. She says they're really good, and stir-fried eel is definitely delicious. I've packed some for you and Qian Feiyang. You can pick them up from the 5th floor when you go back."

Feng Yi thanked him and ordered a batch of various-flavored pastries.

Before going home, he made a trip to the 5th floor. Wu Ji's mom had packed some eels in a small bucket for Feng Yi to take upstairs. However, before he left, she asked with concern,

"Can you handle them?"

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I've never handled them before."

"Do you know how to cook them? Even simple dishes count."

Feng Yi shook his head again, "I've only eaten them."

"Alright, take them upstairs. When you want to eat them, just let me or Uncle Wu know. But you can also try it yourself. There's everything on the internet now, including video tutorials."

Feng Yi nodded and thanked her.

Carrying the bucket home, he looked at the eels and searched for tutorial videos on his phone.

"How do you handle these things?"

Indeed, the internet had everything. It taught you how to handle eels, how to process them, and how to cook them, with step-by-step guides specifically for beginners.

The steps looked simple, and you could learn them with one viewing. Just follow them step by step.

Feng Yi picked a fat one and held a knife, ready to start.

First...

What was the first step?

After fumbling with the knife for a while, Feng Yi made a small cut on the eel and then squeezed out two drops of venom onto it.