Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1693 - 803: Self-Reliance

Chapter 1693: Chapter 803: Self-Reliance

Although he only had one day, Anderson still prepared quite well for his family.

Faced with Yan Fei’s relentless pressure, he directly threw out his trump card: "I can get Preston’s core technology documents, but I need to see my..."

"I’ll talk after I see the goods first." Yan Fei waved his hand, cutting off Anderson’s words. "Don’t worry, they won’t lose a single hair. Plus, they’re eating well, living well—who knows, they might even gain a few pounds in a couple of days. Right now, don’t give me conditions. I want results. If you could get my certificate, none of this would’ve happened, right?"

Anderson isn’t the kind of person who’s unreliable in his work. But ever since he encountered Yan Fei, he’s been repeatedly making mistakes. From the very beginning, he was wrong—back then, he thought Yan Fei was just some harmless young man from the countryside. Who could have guessed that the sick kitten would suddenly transform into a fierce tiger? The rapid shift completely caught him off guard.

The most critical issue now was the extreme information asymmetry between the two of them.

Yan Fei had already investigated Anderson’s family line three generations back through Abe, clearly understanding that this guy, if he truly wanted to give effort, could absolutely get that certificate done without much hassle. Meanwhile, Anderson was still clueless about Yan Fei, even now still thinking he’s part of the ’Dragon Group.’

Why would Anderson choose to steal company secrets for Yan Fei rather than work hard to secure that certificate? Some people might not understand, but this actually boils down to differences in legal systems.

Currently, America’s food safety laws might not have developed to the strict standards they’ll reach in the future, but they’re no joke. If Anderson violated regulations to handle this matter, then in the future, should Yan Fei’s beef enter the American market and encounter problems, it would be easy to trace back to him.

But stealing company secrets? That’s a different story. He could quietly pass the documents to Yan Fei without the slightest concern about leaks—in his mind, if you take our stuff, you’re obviously going to make silent profits. Only a fool would run around announcing, "I got their data."

As for the source of those documents, it was purely by accident that he stumbled across some dirt on a major figure at Preston. From Anderson’s perspective, as long as the documents weren’t spread around America, in two years the technology would lose its value anyway, leaving no potential repercussions—unless Yan Fei, out of sheer boredom, went to report him to American authorities for leaking sensitive data. Given Anderson’s guesses about Yan Fei’s identity, this possibility was basically zero.

The real issue for Anderson was that handling the certificate matter was far more difficult than acquiring the core documents. He couldn’t feel at ease with his family staying somewhere outside his control—God knows what might happen. What if the all-powerful ’Dragon Group’ sent his family to the other side of Earth, endlessly coercing him in the future to hand over various bits of data and information?

From Yan Fei’s perspective, however, Anderson had just given him a new direction: complete self-reliance—getting what you want with your own hard work rather than relying on external help. Isn’t this philosophy exactly what we’ve often been taught?

Which is why Anderson’s attempts to leverage those core documents to make demands of Yan Fei at this point were nothing short of wishful thinking.

"Can I at least make a phone call to them?" Realizing Yan Fei wasn’t buying his angle, Anderson immediately took a step back and tried compromising.

"I said they’re fine, and they’re fine. Your nephew is with them, and they’re all doing great. Remember, I want the certificate. I’m out..." Yan Fei gave his parting words without hesitation, cutting crisp and clean.

This time Anderson understood, watching as Yan Fei strode straight to a nearby window, opened it, flipped out, and jumped. By the time Anderson shouted and chased after him, there was nothing left to see.

Boss Yan couldn’t wait to hurry back and investigate what kind of company Preston actually was. Judging by how boastful Anderson sounded when talking about it, it had to have some decent reputation!

If Anderson knew what Yan Fei was thinking, he’d probably cry on the spot—he truly hadn’t anticipated that the all-powerful Boss Yan didn’t even know what Preston was.

On the way back, Yan Fei didn’t take any action. Since he planned on being self-reliant, he first had to get his facts straight. Returning to the hotel, he entered Dinosaur World and summoned Abe: "Hey, do you know what Preston does?"

Abe answered honestly: Preston is a heavy industrial company founded during World War II, specializing in machine tool production.

Preston may not compare to those even older enterprises established at the end of the 19th century, but it started with a solid foundation—thanks to the Industrial Revolution. By the start of this century, with industrial development further accelerating, precision machine tools began to emerge. By World War II, a considerable number of machine tools were produced, and their systems improved further, entering the semi-automated era.

In short, Preston was founded at an opportune moment, built on previous achievements, and benefited from America’s wartime ability to quietly rake in massive profits. As a result, this small machine tool factory transformed into a giant enterprise in relatively little time.

By the mid-20th century, machine tools officially entered the automation era. With the invention of electronic computers, numerical control (NC) machine tools emerged.

As computer technology advanced further, numerical control machine tools became increasingly sophisticated, expanding the machine tool family and solidifying their role as the "working mother machines" of the mechanical field.