Super Zoo

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Preparation Work

Suming had heard that in the past, to apply for a Guinness World Record, one needed to go through a particular Huaxia agency, which had very cumbersome procedures. That's why he sought out Zhao Yun, who had extensive social connections. However, he didn't expect that the application process had changed.

Perhaps the Huaxia agency had been skimming too much money, which even the British headquarters couldn't turn a blind eye to anymore. Suming sometimes really struggled to feel affection for some of his own country's institutions, those that would seize every opportunity to pluck a feather as the goose passes by. The key issue was, even after taking the money, they still couldn't get the job done.

"Damn it, why should I care? I'm hardly making any money, and here I am getting all worked up."

Suming slapped his own head and then logged onto the Guinness official website and clicked into the Chinese version.

"Snap!" With a crisp sound, Su Meng, the wild man sitting beside him, imitated Suming by heavily smacking his own head, producing a sound loud as firecrackers that startled Suming.

To prevent Su Meng from getting lice or something, Suming had simply shaved his head bald the day before, and he looked quite fierce. Su Meng smacked himself with such 'enthusiasm' that not only did the sound shake the waterside pavilion, but a vivid handprint also appeared on his head, and then he gave Suming a silly big laugh.

Suming rolled his eyes, thinking that in the future, when he watched movies alone in his room at night, he would have to make sure the door was tightly closed to prevent this guy from imitating something he shouldn't...

After submitting the form online and paying a fee of over five thousand yuan for the authentication process, it was all set. Soon, his phone received a message, "Dear Suming, your application is under review. Once approved, we will contact you..."

The first to make contact with Suming wasn't the Guinness headquarters, but Mr. Song.

The old man gave Suming a task to write down the events of the rescue of the golden monkey in an official document.

"After you've written the document, submit it along with my funding application to the higher-ups, requesting a grant to renovate Monkey Mountain and improve the monkeys' diet. The discovery of the golden monkey is very important; put your heart into it," Mr. Song said.

Making up stories was one of Suming's strong suits, no problem at all. He laughed and said, "Mr. Song, aren't you being a bit too biased? When there were dozens of macaques living there, I never saw you request money from the higher-ups to improve their lives. Now, just one golden monkey comes along, stays for less than two days, and you're already thinking of this?"

Mr. Song clapped his hands on the table with satisfaction and said, "Great! Remember to make a big splash! It's a critical period right now, and the zoo really needs to make itself felt."

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The Guinness headquarters were quite efficient. Within four or five days, Suming's application had been approved. An official with a slightly awkward accent had even made a long-distance call to inform Suming that an adjudicator from the Huaxia region would visit the zoo the next Saturday.

"Babe, I'm letting you know first. The media coordination is all yours!" Suming told Nangong Yan on the phone.

Nangong Yan readily agreed to handle the task Suming entrusted her with. After discussing the specifics, she joked, "Why don't you just hire me as your press officer?"

"Sure, once I build up my career, I'll hand all the external communication work over to you. By then, you'd better not regret leaving your position at the TV station," Suming said.

With a playful smile, Nangong Yan responded, "It's a deal then!"

Suming sometimes spoke without much thought, especially around his own people like Nangong Yan and Wang Hao, saying whatever came to mind. He hadn't expected that the casual words he uttered today would be taken to heart by Nangong Yan, who even adjusted her career plans because of them.

If previously Nangong Yan's goal at the TV station was to be an outstanding reporter and host, now she had added a goal: to network with colleagues in the media to be able to assist Suming in the future.

"I can see it now, this guy is pouring his heart into his business, without a trace of distractions from romance. But that's probably for the better. Too much emotion in love cuts short the spirit of a hero. It's good that a young man of his age is not preoccupied with romantic entanglements all day long. If that were the case, I would think less of him! Besides, I'm still young and as pretty as a flower. He can't possibly escape me, can he? Hmph, we have all the time in the world!"

Though Nangong Yan had never been successful in her endeavors with Suming, she was always full of confidence.

What Nangong Yan hadn't noticed was that ever since Suming saw her being harassed by the BMW driver, several inconspicuous hornets had been hovering around her, protecting her twenty-four hours a day.

People are not emotionless like plants and trees; even the greatest beast has a heart.