CHAPTER 1710: CHAPTER 812: RESUPPLYING MATERIALS

Driving occasionally on the highway is quite an enjoyable experience.

Especially in hilly areas or places with mountains, the scenery on both sides looks particularly refreshing and delightful.

But it can only be occasional. For people who often drive long distances, once high-speed rail is available in the future, if it’s not urgent, they’d rather not drive—it’s too exhausting.

However, the distance between the Provincial City and the Capital isn’t far, and for Yan Fei, it doesn’t matter how long he drives. The only irritating thing is the speed limit.

It’s like how people can’t see clearly when a cat waves its paw. Without training, the human eye perceives fast-moving objects as a blur. Of course, those who are trained still have limitations, falling short of certain animals with exceptionally developed vision.

Then there’s the matter of reaction abilities and so on.

Yan Fei clearly doesn’t face such issues. His eyes, his entire body, including his reaction capabilities, are way beyond human limits. So, when he sharpens his focus, he can control the speed of his perception to see things as quickly or as slowly as he desires. That is to say, while a normal person would feel that driving at 130 kilometers per hour on the highway is incredibly fast, for him, it’s genuinely slow.

Thus, driving doesn’t stop him from chatting casually on the phone, talking business with Anderson in a leisurely one-liner manner.

Anderson was nearly going insane. When Yan Fei was focused on typing on his keyboard, Anderson was more frantic than a frying ant on a hot pan. He desperately wished he could finalize the deal with Yan Fei immediately, even if he had to pay out of pocket to buy the cattle and get their grades assessed.

Every night, Anderson faced an empty home, and thought of how he had to fabricate excuses about his family going on vacation to explain to acquaintances during the day. It drove him mad to the point where he wanted to smash things to let off steam—in fact, he had replaced his furniture twice already, and didn’t mind spending the money.

The feeling of going berserk is something outsiders can hardly understand, but after the outburst comes a deep sense of helplessness.

After all, he was just an ordinary person. Even with some level of competence, it was only relative to other ordinary people. Faced with someone as elusive as a wisp of smoke, he could do nothing but endure it all.

The fact that he managed to hold himself to only two calls a day to urge Yan Fei was already a miracle. As for contacting clients, he’d already taken care of that. With the backing of his new patron’s influence, it wasn’t hard for him to find a merchant willing to purchase cattle.

After Anderson promised that the meat quality would exceed expectations, pricing hadn’t been solidified yet—they were waiting for the grade assessment to decide. Anderson had already planned for the worst: if necessary, he’d buy the cattle himself and shift into being a beef vendor. As long as Yan Fei’s asking price wasn’t outrageous, he wouldn’t lose out. High-quality beef from Asia, a region free from mad cow disease, would have no trouble finding a market.

Yet Yan Fei didn’t bother with him. After capturing him and subjecting him to some torment, most of Yan Fei’s anger had dissipated. Since he wasn’t as furious anymore, he wasn’t in a rush to push Anderson to get the certificates—now, the roles had reversed, and Anderson was begging Yan Fei to pressure him for the certificates.

It was the same on the phone now. Anderson kept reassuring him: "The client I found is a professional food supplier who guarantees maximum promotion for the beef. There’s absolutely no issue with the sales side of things. I’ve already prepared everything; now I’m just waiting for the cattle to be transported over. I’ve even liaised the transport route like last time. As long as you deliver the cattle to your port, you don’t need to worry about anything else..."

If not for his lack of familiarity with China, not having a personal network or understanding of local conditions, Anderson would’ve already led a team to Sancha River to haul the cattle himself!

Yan Fei leisurely replied on the phone, "I’ll need to check with the ranch to see if there are cattle available. I’ll try to give you an answer within two days. Don’t be anxious—your family members, they’re all doing well. If you’d like, I can send you some of their photos when the cattle are shipped..."

Anderson was ecstatic, barely restraining his inner joy: "Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. I’ll make the necessary preparations to ensure this collaboration doesn’t fail again."

Even if he had the guts, he wouldn’t dare fail!

After hanging up, Yan Fei felt a slight pang of regret. Perhaps being marginally triumphant from the ’battle of wits’ earlier had left him feeling a tad smug—so much so that he made a troublesome promise on impulse: where on earth would he even find someone to print Anderson’s photos?

Well then, it seemed like he’d have to find a place and get some things sorted.

The materials at Dahe Base were almost depleted, and it was about time to restock. There was something more important, too—since he had promised to conduct pharmaceutical research, he needed to procure a fresh batch of experimental equipment.

Thinking too much could be overwhelming—when you start thinking, you realize there’s an endless list of tasks to tackle. Although nobody could force Yan Fei, the big boss, to do these things, once he thought about them, leaving them undone would leave a nagging discomfort in his heart.

Just as he was deep in thought, his phone rang again. This time, it was the police station.

It was about the old case of Boss White hiring thugs to assault people before Yan Fei went abroad. While Yan Fei had already mentally moved on from it, the follow-up wasn’t over yet.

One important reason was that Boss White had actually regained consciousness.

The guy certainly had incredible luck. After all that torment, the doctors said as long as he regained consciousness now, he’d ultimately only end up with some physical disability—everything else wouldn’t be too serious.

For an ordinary person, disability might be unbearable, but for Boss White, who had nearly died and come back, he ought to be grateful!

Since he was awake now, he had to face the consequences of the law.