Chapter 137: Smash You and You Won't Escape!

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News spread like wildfire that a foreign buyer intended to purchase a hundred million yuan worth of goods. This not only stirred up all the bosses attending the exhibition but also caught the attention of the city officials. Even if Alex had exaggerated, halving that amount still meant fifty million US dollars. Fifty million in foreign exchange was no small sum. This instantly ignited everyone’s enthusiasm.

The city leaders specially arranged a room for Alex to receive the eager businesspeople who came forward to seek cooperation. For the first half hour, Alex remained excited. But as more and more people arrived, none of their offered products met his expectations, and his enthusiasm waned. He handed over the Qilin toys to the translator for handling and took the opportunity to rest.

It was nine in the morning when Xu Kuangdao, who had arrived late, finally heard the news. The foreign buyer’s requirement was for wooden toys that could be assembled—a perfect fit tailored just for him. To verify the authenticity of the matter, he personally went to inquire outside the city leader’s office. Before even entering, he overheard a furious voice.

“Is it really that hard to find a supplier for the complimentary gifts?”

“Leader, it’s not our incompetence. The Dayan Swan Hotel hasn’t been reached yet. They said this time’s gifts are being sent directly from Port City, apparently handled personally by the Huo family.”

Hearing the name Huo, Xu Kuangdao’s eyelids started twitching uncontrollably. For some reason, he felt this incident was inseparably linked to Zhang Tianfeng. Suppressing his anxiety, he knew he had to confirm the foreign buyer’s demands himself before proceeding.

“I don’t care. This multi-million dollar foreign exchange order must be secured. You’re to leave immediately for Port City and get the supplier’s details from the Huo family. I give you half a day.”

“Understood, I’m leaving now.”

The secretary swiftly walked out with a pile of documents, and Xu Kuangdao seized the chance to slip inside.

“Uncle Liu, still busy?”

Seeing Xu Kuangdao, the leader surnamed Liu nodded. “Kuangdao, it’s good you came. You have many connections—help me find out who made this thing.”

He placed a finely crafted box on the table and opened it, revealing a fox toy inside. As he disassembled and reassembled it, Liu sighed, “I didn’t expect anyone in the country could make something like this.”

“Hmm, why do you look so grim? Are you feeling unwell?”

Xu Kuangdao nodded, clutching his stomach. “Probably something I ate this morning. I’m going to the restroom. I’ll come back later.”

“Go ahead, your health is important.”

This was bad, very bad. This matter was indeed connected to Zhang Tianfeng. Last night, Xu Kuangdao had seen Zhang Tianfeng selling these strange toys at a street stall. No matter what, he couldn’t let him succeed—otherwise, everything would be lost.

Leaving the office, Xu Kuangdao dashed back to his booth. Chu Sheng and Bai Yihai were lounging in chairs, legs crossed, cooling themselves with fans.

“Both of you, come with me. Hurry up, there’s work to do.”

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He called the two henchmen into the car, drove out of the park, and stopped at a street corner. Looking around, aside from the crowd, there was nothing unusual. Chu Sheng looked puzzled.

“Boss Xu, what are we doing here?”

“Bai Yihai, Chu Sheng, you two bring some people to cause trouble at Zhang Tianfeng’s stall.”

“Cause trouble? The bodyguards he hired are built like bulls!”

“No need to fight. Just dirty the ground around his stall.”

At the Canton Fair, there was a rule: those without exhibition rights could set up stalls on the streets outside. But the surrounding environment had to be kept clean and tidy, or their stall license would be revoked. Forcing him to leave was unrealistic, so this underhanded tactic was the only option.

“Fine, I’m good at this kind of thing. Just watch.”

After dropping Chu Sheng and Bai Yihai off, Xu Kuangdao drove to the Canton Fair security office. As he came out with a team, he saw Chu Sheng and Bai Yihai approaching. The street behind them was a mess—discarded lunch boxes and puddles of dirty water everywhere.

“Captain Chen, thank you for your hard work.”

Xu Kuangdao pointed ahead.

“This is our duty, and thanks to you for the tip, Boss Xu.”

Captain Chen then led his team toward Zhang Tianfeng’s stall.

“Uncle, are you here to buy toys?”

Zhang Tianfeng had gone back to volunteering, leaving Yun Qian, Xiang Chen, and several other staff at the stall.

“We agreed from the start to keep this place clean.”

“Look how filthy and messy this is. Clean up immediately and leave. If the foreign buyers see this, I guarantee you’ll be in trouble.”

After being scolded, Yun Qian pouted, “It wasn’t us. A group of workers just came by to use the place to eat.”

“Uncle, we’ll clean up right away. Please don’t make us leave.”

“Rules are rules. No negotiations.”

The security captain frowned and shouted, “Forget it, leave. We’ll handle the cleaning.”

“No, uncle, please give us another chance.”

“Leave or I’ll smash all your stuff!”

“If you can, try it!” Hearing the commotion, Zhang Tianfeng rushed out of the venue, “If you dare, I guarantee you won’t escape!”

“I want to see how you won’t escape. Smash away!”

“Xiang Chen, let them smash it! Protect Yun Qian.”

For Zhang Tianfeng, the stall was nothing, but if Yun Qian got hurt, it would be a huge loss. Yet, this incident was strange—something that shouldn’t have happened. Clearly, someone was deliberately sabotaging them.

Looking back, Zhang Tianfeng spotted Chu Sheng and Bai Yihai in the crowd and immediately understood. It was Xu Kuangdao’s people, deliberately causing trouble.

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No matter. Tit for tat. It’s my turn to act now!

“Big brother, I’m sorry I didn’t watch the stall for you properly,” the little girl cried when Zhang Tianfeng approached.

He picked her up gently and wiped away her tears, shaking his head. “It’s not your fault. Some people are just too wicked, taking advantage of our kindness.”

“But these things…”

“It’s alright. We’ll make new ones. It’s hot outside; let’s go inside for a while.”

Holding Yun Qian, Zhang Tianfeng and Xiang Chen’s group walked into the Canton Fair hall. Right behind them, Xu Kuangdao’s men followed.

“Boss, they’re resting in the volunteers’ office—no calls, no complaints—just watching TV.”

“Good. Keep an eye on them. Report any movement immediately.”

After hanging up, Xu Kuangdao frowned deeply. Ever since discovering the demanding foreign buyer’s toys were made by Zhang Tianfeng, he felt uneasy, as if he had fallen into the boy’s trap again.

No calls or complaints meant premeditation. Where had this kid hidden his backup plan?

After pondering for a long time, Xu Kuangdao was still clueless, his face twisted in frustration.

At that moment, a sudden shout came from outside.

“Found it! The supplier the foreign buyer needs—Lan Fang Toy Factory!”

“Wow, isn’t that the toy factory that sponsors the champion team’s ads? Impressive. They really have the strength to attract foreign buyers.”

“Go check it out! The deputy general manager of Lan Fang Toy Factory is outside. The foreign buyers and officials are heading there, apparently to sign a billion-yuan contract!”

Once the rumor spread, all the bosses couldn’t sit still and rushed over. Xu Kuangdao couldn’t resist either; he wanted to see how Zhang Tianfeng would respond.

On his way, passing by the home appliances booth, a video suddenly played. On screen, a little girl sat by a stove, tending the fire. She turned her head, her innocent face filling the screen—grimy cheeks, big bright eyes reflecting the books she was reading.

Then, a line of text appeared in the middle of the screen:

“Poverty Alleviation Project—Artisan Heritage Hidden Deep in the Mountains, Shuangshen Village.”

Suddenly, Xu Kuangdao felt dizzy, the world spinning. He finally understood what Zhang Tianfeng meant by “If you smash it, you won’t escape.”

The poverty alleviation project was a nationally prioritized cause, following a prominent public welfare exposure path.

Now, by smashing this, he had destroyed the livelihood of a poor village.

What awaited him could very well be the wrath of the state.