Chapter 335: Chapter 265: Director
For the rest of the day, the sound of helicopters was constant.
They even started coming more and more frequently.
As soon as one wave finished dropping off livestock, another would arrive.
Feng Mountain suspected the Elder Chief had stepped in. ’Otherwise, how could there be so many helicopters?’
In one of the recent waves, he even spotted a rescue helicopter from Fairbanks International Airport.
However, as the transport capacity increased, the number of livestock multiplied.
He had originally ordered 100 beef cattle and 100 Fox Sheep from Horned Ranch.
But the numbers being delivered now far exceeded the quantity he had ordered.
The commotion was so great that even the tourists and employees at the camp ran out to the Tundra to watch the spectacle.
They were speechless at Feng Mountain’s spendthrift behavior.
Hiring so many helicopters just to transport livestock... The transport fees alone could probably buy several times more cattle and sheep.
The deliveries continued until midnight.
beef cattle and 300 Fox Sheep were herded into the livestock pens.
For the foreseeable future, the Crown Territory certainly wouldn’t be short on meat.
Feng Mountain was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. He returned to his log cabin and had a relaxing soak in the backyard hot spring.
Afterward, he took out the laptop Jeff had given him.
He booted it up according to the instruction manual.
Feng Mountain had used computers before going to prison, but only to play CS and other LAN games at internet cafes.
Moreover, this laptop’s interface was completely different from the ones on the internet cafe computers.
By the time he got the hang of it, it was already the next morning.
It was the first time Feng Mountain had missed his morning workout.
Worried something had happened, Jenny went to the log cabin. She found Feng Mountain asleep on the sofa. The coffee table was covered with the laptop and sheets of paper full of writing, and the fire in the fireplace had long since gone out.
Her heart ached for him. Jenny turned off his phone, draped a blanket over him, rekindled the fire in the fireplace with fresh wood, and then quietly left.
When she returned to the camp, she told everyone not to disturb Feng Mountain.
He slept straight through until the afternoon of the polar night.
Feng Mountain stretched comfortably. He saw the blanket on top of him, the burning fireplace, the tidy coffee table, and his clothes neatly folded beside him. A smile crept onto his lips.
’Looks like Jenny came by.’
’Only she would be this considerate.’
He turned on his phone and saw several missed calls, all from Frank.
He called back, and the line connected after a few rings.
"Buddy, you’re up! Jenny said you were busy all night. I’m waiting for you at the tavern. I’ve got a friend with me, too."
Frank hung up as soon as he finished talking.
After changing into some clean clothes, Feng Mountain left his log cabin.
As he reached the tavern entrance, he saw a number of employees bustling in and out, phones in hand and excited expressions on their faces.
’What’s going on?’
He walked into the tavern and saw a crowd gathered around a table in the distance. He could hear Erica’s chattering voice from within the group.
AHEM!
Feng Mountain coughed deliberately. The employees who heard the sound turned, saw it was their boss, and quickly put their phones away, bowing their heads as they dispersed.
Erica, however, seemed not to have heard a thing. She remained standing in front of a white-haired, middle-aged man, still talking.
"Can I have a role?"
"What do you think of my look?"
"I love the movies you direct."
Feng Mountain couldn’t stand to watch any longer. He stepped forward and pulled Erica aside. "Are you finished with your work? I heard from some tourists they can’t find where to pick up supplies for the cabins. Go take care of that."
Seeing it was Feng Mountain, Erica pouted. She left reluctantly, glancing back over her shoulder with every few steps.
"My apologies," Feng Mountain said, assuming the white-haired man was a tourist and offering an apology for his employee’s behavior.
"It’s no problem," the white-haired man said with a wave of his hand.
After pacifying the guest, Feng Mountain scanned the room, looking for Frank.
’He tells me to come to the tavern, then disappears himself.’
Just then, the middle-aged man spoke. "Mr. Feng, are you looking for Frank?"
Huh?
Feng Mountain turned his gaze to the white-haired man. "You know me?"
"Of course. Feng Mountain, recipient of the 2017 Alaska Medal of Honor. The Carnation Knight, the Fenrir Terminator, the Ice Sea Rescuer." The white-haired man listed Feng Mountain’s titles with a smile. "Do you mind sitting for a drink? I’m very interested in your story."
Feng Mountain was certain now.
This white-haired man had to be the person Frank wanted him to meet.
He immediately pulled out a chair and sat down, raising a hand to signal a server for a beer.
"Roland Emmerich. It’s a pleasure to meet you," the white-haired man said with a smiling nod.
"Oh, hello," Feng Mountain replied dismissively.
The response left Roland speechless, unsure how to continue the conversation.
’The man actually doesn’t recognize me.’
"I’m a director. I’ve made quite a few movies, like *Independence Day*, *Godzilla*, and *2012*."
Director Roland intended to start with his films to build a deeper rapport and, at the same time, make Feng Mountain aware of his standing in Hollywood.
Unfortunately, reality dealt the famous director a sharp slap in the face.
Feng Mountain rarely watched movies.
His movie memories stopped at *Curse of the Golden Flower*, which Ms. had forced him to see. He’d fallen asleep halfway through it.
"Sorry, I don’t really watch movies. Was there something you needed?"
"..." Director Roland was again at a loss for words. He could tell from Feng Mountain’s expression that the man wasn’t lying.
Thankfully, Frank appeared just then, saving Director Roland from the awkwardness.
"Buddy, you bought so many cattle and sheep. You planning on starting a ranch?"
"Where’d you run off to?" Feng Mountain shot him a look.
Frank sat down between the two of them. "Roland, how’s the chat with Feng going?"
Director Roland shrugged, looking helpless. "Unfortunately for me, ’I don’t really watch movies.’"
Frank immediately turned to Feng Mountain with an exaggerated expression of shock.
"My God, you don’t watch movies? Not even R-rated ones? How do you get through the nights? Are you a monk or something? The kind that chants ’Amitabha’?"
