Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1698 - 805: The Last Vote

Chapter 1698: Chapter 805: The Last Vote

Anderson hung up the phone, slumped onto the sofa, and stared blankly at the empty living room.

A house with family is called a home; without family, it’s just a house.

Only now did he realize he was truly getting old. Like countless men transitioning from middle age to their later years, he increasingly understood the importance of family and cherished every moment with them.

But now, it was all too late. Just a few days ago, he had been high-spirited and commanding—a powerful figure intricately connected to both the commercial world and the criminal underworld. Nowadays, he only wanted to "give up the old business" and settle down as a good husband and father.

He had picked up the term "give up the old business" while researching "Chinese Kung Fu." To this day, he still didn’t fully understand why the Chinese would use such a peculiar ritual to signify leaving their former life behind.

A basin made of pure gold, a simple handwashing ritual—did that truly mean all past grudges and grievances would cease to matter? What a strange tradition.

Of course, to make this happen, one would first need the capital to craft a pure gold basin. Otherwise, using an ordinary washbasin would surely lack the same ceremonial weight...

Lost in his wandering thoughts, Anderson remembered his recent troubles. Whenever he thought about the seemingly unattainable certificate Yan Fei demanded, he felt it didn’t matter what basin he used. If he had the chance now, he wouldn’t even mind using a chamber pot as part of a "handwashing" ritual—if only the people from China would leave him alone...

When it comes to certifying beef grades, just like you need a basin for "giving up the old business," you first need to have cattle, right?

But Anderson didn’t have cattle at all. Even getting those twenty cows into his hands required him to pull some strings. Once the cows were secured, he never intended to obtain any certificate—he sent them straight to the slaughterhouse instead. The beef was indeed excellent; he had known that from his first taste. That’s the reason he delivered all twenty cows intact, rather than having them dealt with some other way en route.

With cattle in hand, as long as you don’t reveal it’s beef from China, you could easily fake a reputable ranch’s name and get top-grade certification. But if it’s beef from China, then things get much more complicated.

In America, many businessmen must pick a political stance—and it’s not one they choose themselves but rather dictated by their backing groups. Everyone knew about America’s infamous "Donkey vs Elephant" rivalry, and for someone like Anderson to thrive, he had to choose a side—either with the Donkey or the Elephant.

If he wanted to climb further up the ladder, then he had to adapt quickly whenever the Donkey or Elephant shifted directions.

Anderson’s long-standing position meant he couldn’t be overly kind to Yan Fei. Even when attending that trade expo, he went with a critical eye.

Up until the day Yan Fei showed up, Anderson took pride in milking a "country bumpkin" for cash. The money wasn’t life-changing for him, but the story itself was worth bragging about...

Yet fate is always bizarre. What seemed like a harmless prank, been amusing himself chasing a stray cat down the street for fun—turned out to be a disaster. Who would have guessed that the seemingly ordinary cat was actually a disguised tiger waiting for him to take the bait? From the moment Yan Fei arrived, Anderson felt he’d been "fished."

"How’s my matter coming along?" Lost in his thoughts, Anderson suddenly heard the voice of the devil.

"I’m working hard on it, doing my best," Anderson forced himself to rally. "I was just on the phone with a very well-connected associate. He told me this is only a matter of time."

If his associate had truly said that, Anderson’s face wouldn’t have looked like he just received a cancer diagnosis. But when dealing with Yan Fei, he had no choice but to say so—a lie could be patched up later, but admitting failure now would eliminate the possibility of "later" altogether.

Unexpectedly, Yan Fei didn’t seem to care about his answer. "I’m leaving soon. Call me once you’ve finished."

"Don’t leave..." Anderson panicked as Yan Fei, after leaving just a remark, seemed ready to go. "I... You... Um... Are they... all okay?"

"They’re fine, much better off than you." Yan Fei paused and glanced at Anderson, whose disheveled hair and crumpled clothing showed he hadn’t been faring well the past few days.

Seeing Anderson hesitate to speak, Yan Fei regarded the man destined to be his pawn and added, "They’re genuinely doing alright. If you work fast enough, you’ll soon be able to see them."

Anderson failed to catch the nuance between "you’ll be able to see them" and "you’ll get to meet them." At this moment, he had no spare energy for such consideration. Since Yan Fei didn’t seem to be lying, Anderson relaxed a little. "Don’t worry. I’ll get everything sorted as fast as I can."

"Good." Yan Fei nodded and turned to leave.

He was busy and hadn’t come out of kindness; stopping by was merely a convenient detour to inform Anderson.

"Um..." As Yan Fei prepared to leap out the window, Anderson suddenly summoned his courage and shouted, "If I can help you sell the beef, can I... delay delivering what you