Midway through his shouting, someone from the security car directed him to pull over—while the security officers might turn a blind eye, if you insist on driving erratically in front of us, half out of the driver’s seat, weaving your car around and hitting others, that’s worse than that journalist. If they ignored that, the reporter would definitely be unhappy. Yan Fei laughed heartily, waving his hand and shouting to Old Hatton: "Hurry up and come here to witness my ranch’s cattle..." "Hey, Yan, I’m here, ready to witness your miracle!" A voice suddenly shouted from another car nearby, interrupting Yan Fei. Not far away was Old Dilan, who was quite clever; he used a loudspeaker and didn’t need to stick his head out of the car window to shout. Ever since a few people gathered to gamble at the Cattle Racing Tournament, they’ve developed a feeling of old friendship. Everyone knows the situation with local ranchers, and after Yan Fei’s news came out, they all guessed he might have been the one behind it. Now the cattle were on the truck, and anyone from a higher vantage point could see the entire herd. Those with experience could tell that the beef these cattle would produce would undoubtedly be excellent. The cattle truck drove into the Cattle Market, and Yan Fei got out at the nearby parking lot, seeing Zavier waiting from afar. Upon seeing him, Zavier warmly extended his hand: "Welcome, Yan, if you’ve truly created a miracle, Amora City will be proud of you." Yan Fei laughed heartily: "Hmm, hasn’t the honorary citizen title for our city been awarded this year? I’m waiting!" Zavier’s mood instantly brightened like the clear sky, laughing heartily: "Soon, very soon, it’ll be yours!" This content belongs to nοvelfire.net The flashlights beside them were already clicking away, with Yan Fei and Zavier walking side by side at the front, not forgetting to turn around to let his wife hold his arm, as if walking a red carpet. "Mr. Yan, may I ask, are the cattle on the truck from your ranch?" Yan Fei disdained to answer such questions, thinking that if they’re still clueless at this point, any journalist asking such questions probably doesn’t have much of a future. "Mr. Yan, how confident are you about the assessment this time?" This was a good question; Yan Fei paused slightly, responding respectfully to the middle-aged reporter: "Of course, I’m 100% confident." "Mr. Yan, how do you plan to sell this batch of cattle?" The one asking must be from the food procurement or another ranching company, to which Yan Fei replied again: "Let’s wait for the assessment results before discussing. It’s too early to say anything now." "Will you auction all the cattle at once?" He decided not to answer this time, choosing to keep them in suspense. Not long after, Zachary Hebrew, having presumably arranged other matters, came running over to greet him. Boss Yan, flanked by a mayor on one side and the state association president on the other, led by a group of photographing journalists and news seekers—he had never attracted so much attention since his cattle operation expanded from a few head to tens of thousands in Sancha River. For a moment, even Boss Yan, usually calm, felt a little inflated! Jiang Lianjian and Lin Baoguo walked together, followed by a few retired folks who resembled bodyguards. The original plan was to manage the cattle themselves, but since Lawrence was handling it all, they just needed a watchful eye. The scene was so lively that they simply switched roles to become bodyguards! "Hey, are you the one who thinks that the beef from those few cattle can rival our Wagyu?" On their way, an old man jumped out, rudely asking Yan Fei. Yan Fei stopped, turning his head towards the approaching Zachary Hebrew. Zach was quite accommodating, although his words were not too polite, he smiled and said to the old man: "Mr. Uedagawa, the results aren’t out yet; it’s not wise to provoke now, is it?" The old man Udagawa straightened up, but unfortunately, his height... he probably needed stilts to reach Yan Fei’s crotch: "Mr. Zach, the few behind me are livestock experts from Japan and America. They’ve evaluated this, uniformly believing it might be wise to end this farce early..." Still, even though it was now to the point where the arrow was on the string and had to be released, Udagawa felt he had to pick some flaws. The stakes were just too high, as Japan’s high-quality beef industry was disrupted by a ’mysterious event’, leading to a significant drop in production. Meanwhile, America’s ranchers were uniting to combat mad cow disease. If Australia produces the highest quality beef at this time, grabbing the market wouldn’t merely be seizing it, but occupying it—there were simply too many untapped markets! This was not a market of mere tens or hundreds of millions; the high-end ingredient prices represent enormous profits. Among high-end ingredients, even slight differences allow distributors to set prices according to actual circumstances. The saying "people regard food as their heaven" never goes out of style; controlling a unique ingredient means having a monopoly business worldwide. As long as stable production is ensured, making money would be quicker than printing and minting. The confrontation between Zach and Udagawa attracted a large number of media nearby, with many getting excited... Like in movies, there needs to be a protagonist and an antagonist; without some conflict in today’s big news, how could it create buzz?