A group of girls solemnly raised their glasses, shouting cheers, and then one by one, they pretended to be hearty as they took a big gulp—of juice. Some even imitated the look of playing rock-paper-scissors, shouting ’Five! Six!’ Of course, they were also drinking juice.
After a few days of the trade fair, these girls had become as familiar with each other as longtime friends. Now in Yan Fei and Xu Xiaoyan’s luxurious little nest, they no longer felt restrained.
The girls, unrestrained, were acting wildly, making the whole villa come alive with excitement.
This was a "celebration banquet" to mark the end of the trade fair.
Throughout the trade fair, Yan Fei’s beef jerky signed a total of six long-term supply contracts. Although the quantities were not very large, for a small beef jerky processing factory, it was a huge harvest.
Compared to other small businesses and factories at the trade fair, this achievement was enough to make others green with envy. At least Yan Fei’s neighbor who sold apple cider vinegar was incredibly jealous—the beverages were supposed to be easier to sell than beef jerky, but he only signed two or three contracts, with pitifully small quantities. Even he realized that those were just trial orders to test the market. If the market response wasn’t good, it could all end up as one-off orders, which couldn’t compare with Yan Fei’s long-term contracts.
Although the market for beef jerky wasn’t huge, it was relatively stable, and with the country’s economic development and the rise in people’s living standards, the sales of such higher-priced consumer goods were expected to increase. A new type of beverage entering the market was unpredictable, and not being able to secure long-term supply contracts was undoubtedly a big failure for the apple cider vinegar seller’s journey to the trade fair.
And the trade fair brought more than just that for Yan Fei.
The boss who had a conflict with Yan Fei during registration, the one stuffed with a stapler, also showed up at the trade fair. He sneakily inquired about Yan Fei’s background, probably considering the power balance between them, and then vanished without a trace.
In fact, the guy was simply unlucky. His erratic glances and snooping at the fair drew the attention of undercover security. Among the people he questioned was Captain Liang who, playing it safe, intentionally let slip that the young boss was a Kung Fu master, ruthless in action, catching a thief at the fair and, in the presence of the police, injuring him.
A young lad, who knows what kind of background his family has, running a cattle farm with some export trade, wealthy and capable, and clearly with a not-so-great temper. A Reckless Youth is trouble enough, let alone one with such formidable strength—Captain Liang even emphasized that the group of girls around the booth were all from Provincial University Law School.
So that boss was likely conceding that he had eaten a dumb loss and maybe even planning a bigger scheme of revenge—though this seemed improbable, for acting rashly without knowing the opponent’s connections is purely irresponsible.
In any case, at the trade fair grounds, his flags were lowered, allowing Yan Fei’s trip to the fair to conclude successfully.
The girls partied until the dorms were about to lock up, then left together. Of course, they cleaned up the room spotlessly before leaving—to say college students have good qualities is an understatement, even as guests they didn’t forget to tidy up the host’s room.
As for the gifts Yan Fei prepared, they had been given out long ago; waiting until the end would’ve seemed too contrived. With Ji Yunyun as the clever military advisor, it was easy for the group of girls to accept some snacks—after all, beef jerky could be considered a snack, even if it’s a bit pricier.
After seeing the girls off and returning, just as she entered the door, Xu Xiaoyan, with her belly bloated from drinking, asked, "Yan Xiaofei, the trade fair is over, when are you going back?"
Yan Fei, who had tried to make himself invisible to not disturb the girls’ revelry, locked the door behind him and turned around to lift her up in his arms, "Go back? If I go back, I’ll have to sleep alone. Isn’t it much better here..."
"You jerk, put me down, put me down... Mmm..." The girl only resisted a little before being ruthlessly subdued.
Yan Fei didn’t let her go until they reached the living room, "We’re practically an old married couple, what’s there to be shy about? Go, hurry up and take a bath and go to bed!"
"Get lost, who’s an old married couple with you!" The girl glared at him and ran off.
Yan Fei chuckled from behind: You think you can run away?
The night passed without further incident.
The next day, he dropped the girl off at school since he had mentioned he was going home that day. Although they were both used to brief separations, they couldn’t help but feel a bit reluctant to part, dragging it out until the warning bell rang before she hurriedly took off.
Yan Fei watched her ponytail swing as she ran into the school, and only when her figure was out of sight did he take out a business card and make a phone call by the roadside. A few minutes later, he boarded a bus.
He rode all the way to the final stop and as soon as he got off, a guy standing by a motorcycle waved, "Boss Yan, this way, this way."
Once on the motorcycle, the guy started telling Yan Fei as he rode, "Boss Yan, you know, even though our factory is new and not very big, every single person here is genuinely from a state-owned machinery factory. You can be assured about the quality..."