Anyone with a keen eye could see that this was a smoke-free war involving tremendous interests. There were quite a few who supported Udagawa’s specialists, and even some locals from Australia joined in the cheering. The commotion grew so intense that Lawrence from Amora City and Zachary Hebrew, the head of the State Association, started to worry. They would occasionally call Yan Fei to ask how he was preparing. What else could he say? Yan Fei calmly told them that everything was under control. Amidst the lively media exchange of opinions — you say no, I say yes — the day to sell the cattle finally arrived. That morning, Lawrence came with a large truck and people to help move the cattle. He was genuinely afraid of any mishaps, as the publicity had made it a nationwide sensation, even impacting the reputation of the entire industry, reaching as far as Japan. Meanwhile, the media in America remained relatively calm—since the outbreak of mad cow disease there, some nations simply refused to import American beef, no matter how good it was claimed to be. China was among them. Nevertheless, there was some positive coverage in the American media. Anderson informed Yan Fei that he was aware of the situation and was following the local news. The rightful source is novel⸺fire.net In America, the quality of Cow flower company’s beef had already gained market acceptance, recognized for its high quality. Laboratory tests even proved that this brand of beef was nutritionally superior to select-grade beef. Some media even directly stated that the CEO of Cow flower company was currently in Australia, suggesting that this might all be related to Cow flower. Media people sure have vivid imaginations — they’re no fools. Yan Fei usually considered himself quite low-key, but he seemed to forget that, besides being a rancher, he was also a well-known writer in America. His reputation eclipsed that of some Chinese entrepreneurs in America, not just because of his novels and the films adapted from them but also due to a notorious lawsuit with a female reporter. Fortunately, the news from American media arrived a bit late, preventing further uproar in Australia. Otherwise, it’s conceivable that countless media outlets would have continued to follow him—the uproar over his mine purchase hadn’t even subsided yet! When he first bought the mine, everyone thought he was a national representative. Later, when it was discovered that he purchased it personally, it became a hot topic in the media. It wasn’t until the day before the cattle sale that the two pieces of news merged, instantly making Cow flower company as widely exposed as a celebrity in Australia. With a small population and a heavy reliance on pastoral industries, the incident’s impact far exceeded Yan Fei’s expectations. Simply put, Australia went crazy! As soon as the truck carrying eleven head of cattle entered Amora City, media vehicles began to follow. One rather frantic reporter, microphone in hand, leaned over to the passenger side of Lawrence’s truck to probe for new details until the city’s security team escorted him away—he was poised to climb out the sunroof, leaning out with the microphone like that. The security staff had to earn their pay by pulling him away! The reporter was taken away, but the security vehicle didn’t leave; it continued to escort them! In recent days, Mayor Zavier had been in contact with Yan Fei several times. That morning, as they set out, Zavier even stated directly that he was already at the Cattle Market—it was the only place that could accommodate the throng drawn by the news, nowhere else was sufficient. Clearly, the city had noticeably more people and vehicles. The most exaggerated thing was that some roads were even decorated with lights, making the so-called "confidentiality" a joke. For publicity, Lawrence surely had to reveal some information, and such news was impossible to keep secret. Many locals had already predicted the grand event and started treating it like a festival. Some people even extravagantly decorated their cars, and today’s situation was unique. Even if other vehicles were decorated or made a scene, the security officers pretended not to see—provided they didn’t deliberately cut off other cars or, like that reporter, perform dangerous maneuvers on the vehicles. Around the cattle truck, many people held cameras, including media reporters and those just joining the fun. Director Lin was truly taken aback this time, standing dumbfounded for a while before asking, "All this just to sell... some high-quality beef? It seems there are more people than when we came for leisure!" He couldn’t understand the newspapers, and others couldn’t read all of them to him, only picking out some important bits. After all, everyone was here primarily for fun; focusing on this every day would ruin the enjoyment. "Yan, Yan, Yan..." Yan Fei was sitting in the car when he heard someone calling outside. Turning his head, he saw an old pickup somehow squeezed next to him, with Old Hatton waving at him excitedly! His face was even redder, possibly from drinking early in the morning—not likely, though, as there was a security vehicle nearby, and he wouldn’t dare if he wanted to keep driving. Old Hatton was thrilled: "Yan, I knew it, I knew it. This big news must have come from you—there’s nothing on your ranch that I don’t know about! You’ve actually managed to breed... don’t squeeze my truck, I’m not breaking any traffic rules; I’m driving normally..."