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Chapter 1382 - 672: Shameless Sneak Attack_2

Chapter 1382: Chapter 672: Shameless Sneak Attack_2

The calf stubbornly wanted to continue its attack, and Heizi had already caught up to it, cursing and calling for it to stop. At this moment, Heizi must have been regretting not bringing his bull into the ring personally. He had thought that since he was more familiar with this bull and it was the first match, with the risk of accidents, he chose to enter the ring himself. He never expected that such an incident would occur, and his face, which had finally gained some respect in the arena, had turned black again.

Not only Heizi’s face was black, but Yan Fei’s was too.

What the heck, people from all over the region and every county were there, and there were even several thousand people outside the ring. His own bull going up and making a dishonorable sneak attack was just too embarrassing!

The injured bull ran for most of the ring and, seeing that the calf hadn’t followed, stopped. The handlers from its side hurried over, carefully consoling it.

The anticlimactic match ended, and the group of judges didn’t know what to say. Aside from Yan Fei’s angry face, everyone else had the expression of constipation.

That was a win, right?

It seemed so, right?

Bullfighting isn’t a human sport after all; there’s no starting gun or anything. Strictly speaking, the moment the ropes were removed from the bulls’ necks and they were driven together, the competition officially began.

Since it was the first time holding such a competition, everyone lacked experience and there were no strict rules established beforehand—think about it, it’s just a bullfight. Could it be like a human boxing match, with loads of things you can’t do? That would be ridiculous.

Now, a bull from Boss Yan’s farm had caused such an incident, and everybody wanted to outright say that Boss Yan had won. But inside, they felt it wasn’t quite fair to Xinyuan’s side—it was evident their bull wasn’t ready at all!

It was Yan Fei who spoke first with a dark expression: "This doesn’t count, it doesn’t count, a sneak attack doesn’t count. Let’s have another match, another match..."

No one else wanted to say this – only he could. Hearing him speak out, the awkward atmosphere among the crowd instantly vanished, and they started laughing again.

Chairman Dong nodded: "Then let’s discuss..."

Old Li from Xinyuan County interrupted him: "Chairman Dong, I think there’s no need for discussion. A loss is a loss, and another match would be pointless. I agree with this result."

Yan Fei shook his head: "No, no, we at least need a fair contest. What does this count for? Even if you agree, does everyone from your county agree? No, no..."

"Don’t say anymore, Boss Yan," Old Li cut in again. "Saying it doesn’t count is like setting us up. We all know what’s what, and if we have another match with you, wouldn’t we still lose? I can’t control other matters in our county, but I have a say in this, and I say it counts. If you don’t believe me, ask the others, none of them will object."

What Old Li said was the hard truth. Aside from the two or three people appointed by the city, everyone else present was an insider, well aware of each other’s situations. Had this happened in another county, there might be objections. But having it happen against Tanghe County, a loss was a loss—it was an excuse to say the bull wasn’t ready. If they had to go through another fair match and lose squarely, wouldn’t that be a set-up?

Moreover, Old Li’s words were related to the rules of the bullfighting competition. Considering it was the first time the event was held, they weren’t sure how it would be received. It was decided in advance that each county would prepare three bulls for the competition, which included scoring on the bulls’ appearances, physique, among other aspects, not just the fights.

Seeing the good reaction from the spectators and the interest from the investors brought by the Investment Promotion Office from outside the area, the Yellow Cattle Festival was very likely to go on for several days as originally planned. This meant that the other two bulls from each county would have a chance to enter the ring.

With that in mind, from Xinyuan County’s perspective, losing one opportunity still left them with two more. However, to compete again, losing wouldn’t be the problem, but if the bull ended up spooked or injured like in this match, it would mean a loss of combat potential for another bull—they could substitute with another bull that wasn’t selected, but if the difference was too significant, not only would they lose the match but also face, which would be even less worthwhile.

Knowing he couldn’t win, yet still insisting on another fight, is there any point?

The other judges discussed for a long while, but seeing that Old Li was very determined, they could only announce the result. One of the judges grumbled a suggestion, "If there’s another competition next year, we might as well set up a special prize for each award category, and give it directly to Boss Yan. The rest of us can slowly decide on the first, second, and third places among ourselves."

Old Li agreed the most, "This plan is great. If it really happens, I’ll wholeheartedly support it, and other counties will probably agree too. Earlier, when we drew lots, the three of us drew Tanghe County, and everyone else was just schadenfreude."

Meanwhile, the loudspeaker had already announced the results, and neither the audience nor the contestants had any objections. For the audience, they’re just here for the spectacle, and the more such unexpected events, the more entertaining and interesting it is! If it’s just two cattle stubbornly resisting each other for a day or two, the audience may be interested, but who would keep watching day after day?

A local leader from Xinyuan County, who had come along, was unhappy and just started grumbling when someone reminded him, "We just went to see the cattle on the two trucks from Tanghe County. The one that came down to compete, I reckon, is probably amongst the smallest in size, if not the smallest!"

None of the cattle are professionally trained, so the size of the cattle greatly affects the outcome. Therefore, when they heard someone say this, even those who were a bit unhappy let go of the thought of competing again.

Before the fourth match started, Old Ou ran over and whispered a few words in Yan Fei’s ear.

Yan Fei thought for a moment and then apologizing to the other judges said, "I apologize, fellow big brothers, but there is a customer over there discussing business, and I need to go take a look at the situation."

Chairman Dong said with a smile, "Go ahead, hurry over there. No matter how booming our event here is, it’s no good if there are no orders. It’s far better to talk more business, don’t worry about us, we’ll manage over here."

Only on his way did Old Ou thoroughly explain the situation to Yan Fei. The visiting businessman wasn’t far away, from the neighboring province’s provincial capital, Jiang City. He was in the food trade business and wanted to talk about purchasing beef.

Yan Fei wasn’t really interested in this deal. The beef from his own farm supplied his Meat Processing Factory just enough. If he had to increase sales of both dried and cooked beef, he would have to consider transporting another batch from the Dinosaur World.

Now, he wasn’t too eager to do so. To attract the wind by being tall, there were too many eyes on him, and having too much untraceable beef appear wasn’t appropriate.

But since the person had come to him, and it was the city’s Investment Promotion Office who brought him, whether or not the business deal succeeded, since they wanted to see him, he had to give them that courtesy.

This businessman from Jiang City wasn’t very tall, but he had a booming voice. From a distance, he saw Yan Fei and reached out to greet him, "Is this Boss Yan? I’m Ning Xianwei from Xianwei Trade in Jiang City, nice to meet you!"

Yan Fei shook hands with him and then exchanged pleasantries with the person from the Investment Promotion Office before sitting down to start discussing business.

Ning Xianwei gave a self-introduction of his trade scope, essentially saying his side had stable sales channels, and could guarantee stability for at least three to five years. Currently, they could purchase over twenty tons each month, and if there was a stable high-quality beef supply, it wouldn’t be a problem to increase this amount.

He spoke modestly, with phrases like "please take care of my small business" on his lips. In reality, as soon as he mentioned his purchasing needs, Yan Fei knew that business couldn’t be that small—not small at all, in fact. Nowadays, beef prices were quite stable, with retail prices well over ten yuan. Even with a lower wholesale price, this was a deal worth several hundred thousand yuan a month.

But as sizable as this business was, Boss Yan simply did not have the supply at present, so he could only suggest, "Boss Ning must also understand my current situation here. It’s a bit difficult for me to supply what Boss Ning needs. How about this, there are also quite a few cattle farmers who came today..."

"Sorry to interrupt you, Boss Yan," laughed Boss Ning, cutting Yan Fei off, because if Yan waited for him to finish what he was going to say, they wouldn’t be able to continue the conversation. "I might have not expressed myself clearly. How about this, shall we find a place to talk in detail?"