Just as Mr. Lü was about to slip away quietly amidst the chaos, he was stuffed into a sack by Factory Director Niu as soon as he squeezed out of the crowd.

Factory Director Ma excitedly struck the unconscious Mr. Lü with a club and took him away.

Zhao Youcai was unaware of what was happening outside; at that moment, he was confronting his foreign best friend who was hospitalized.

He refused to believe that these foreigners could cause any more trouble on Chinese soil.

If they have digestive issues and can't digest food properly, that's their individual health problem. What does it have to do with innocent spicy snacks?

The foreigners realized that Zhao Youcai was difficult to control, and they also knew that they would be in the wrong if things escalated to the point of open conflict.

My gaze swept across the crowd, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Where did that guy go yesterday who went to the hospital with fruit baskets, money, and expensive gifts? He was just here a moment ago!

The foreigner suddenly panicked. When he spoke again, he no longer had the same confident demeanor as before. Instead, he seemed to have suddenly gone mad, acting arrogantly and unreasonably.

"I don't care! I ended up in the hospital because I ate your food! If the Ministry of Foreign Affairs doesn't give us an explanation, we'll call back to our country and have our country negotiate with yours!"

Zhao Youcai really wanted to turn around and leave. He felt that he would be infected with mental retardation if he talked to someone whose brain was so full of water that it could feed rice all year round.

What's the difference between this and a primary school student provoking someone, losing the fight, and then turning around and crying, saying they'll tell the teacher and have their parents called?

Can't take a joke? You're cheating!

Just as the atmosphere was at a standstill, a foreigner who looked somewhat weak squeezed into the crowd.

“William, let’s go. This matter has nothing to do with this Mr. Zhao.”

Immediately afterwards, the weak foreigner blinked his eyes, which were as clear as old jade, and stared intently at Zhao Youcai, making a very serious statement.

"Your spicy strips are absolutely delicious, no problem at all. If possible, I'd like to place a large order with you. I wonder what your production capacity is?"

Zhao Youcai thought it would be particularly difficult to resolve the trouble caused by this difficult foreigner today, but he didn't expect such a pleasant surprise.

However, after today's incident, Zhao Youcai felt that some things needed to be clarified beforehand.

"As you can see, your gastrointestinal function is very weak. I can't guarantee that other people in your country won't have the same weak gastrointestinal function as you."

If this foreigner wants to buy spicy strips wholesale to start a business, he might as well blame himself if something goes wrong.

Although Zhao Youcai felt that doing this was another form of patriotism, after all, each generation had its own Shangganling to fight.

He may not have any other skills, but making spicy snacks that can be welded to the toilet without any drugs is not a difficult task for him.

The other party naturally understood Zhao Youcai's implied meaning and nodded slightly, his expression complex.

"Okay, just tell me how many you want to buy. I suggest you don't buy too many at once, or they'll spoil and get moldy, and I won't give them away."

The other party originally wanted to order 100,000 packs first, but upon hearing Zhao Youcai's words, they paused instantly, as if a tape had jammed, before slowly speaking after a long while.

"Then I'll take 30,000 packs first, and we'll decide whether to continue discussing further cooperation based on sales figures later."

Zhao Youcai acted quickly, taking out the prepared contract.

This contract is so flawless that the other party could not possibly exploit it; its rigor surpasses even the current laws and regulations that have not yet been revised.

Meanwhile, the man surnamed Lü, who had been left in a dead end, felt dizzy and slowly sat up from the ground, rubbing the back of his head where a large bump had swelled up.

"Hey, you little bastard, you're awake?"

Factory Director Ma held the large wooden stick that had knocked the man unconscious in his hand, a smirk playing on his lips.

Whenever Zhao Youcai saw this scene, he would assume that Factory Director Ma was about to transform into the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King.

"What are you going to do?"

Only then did the man surnamed Lü notice the two large men opposite him, and he was so frightened that he hugged his legs and desperately tried to back away.

"Don't you know what we're going to do? Think about what you've done, and you'll know."

The man surnamed Lü's face turned even paler, and his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.

"Tsk, with such a small amount of courage, they dare to plot against us. I don't know where they got the courage."

Factory Director Niu glanced at Factory Director Ma, who was wielding a wooden stick like a magic staff, and urged him impatiently:

"He's awake, he's awake. Let's hurry up and get things done; we still have to go back. Old Zhao and the others are too busy to handle everything."

Factory Manager Ma muttered something, but Factory Manager Niu knew without looking that he was definitely cursing him.

"Look carefully, it was your Grandpa Ma who hit you. To help you identify your enemy, I have no choice but to let you watch and remember it well. Revenge is fine, but don't go after the wrong person."

To be honest, Factory Director Niu and Factory Director Ma felt guilty towards Zhao Youcai. In their view, all the undeserved misfortunes Zhao Youcai suffered were because of them.

After all, in their view, no one could possibly be the one who would become enemies with the surname Lü, especially since it was Zhao Youcai's first time participating in the Thousand Ears Festival.

Unfortunately, they suspected one person's jealousy; the man surnamed Lü had been targeting Zhao Youcai from beginning to end.

After the man surnamed Lü was taken to the hospital by a kind passerby, they gave each other a high five and headed towards the Qian Sui Festival venue.

When I got back, I heard that Zhao Youcai had negotiated several more orders, including one from the foreigner who was staying in the hospital, which shocked me.

Zhao Youcai didn't ask the two of them where they had been for so long, and continued to introduce the things at his booth to the foreigners as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't until the business hours ended today that Zhao Youcai smiled and put his arm around the two factory managers.

"Where did they send the person? I'm itching to do it too."

Factory Director Niu didn't expect to be exposed so easily. Just as he was about to deny it and say he didn't know, Zhao Youcai suddenly grabbed Factory Director Ma's hand.

Zhao Youcai did not overlook Factory Director Ma's strange behavior today. Who would have several splinters stuck in the web of their hand?

Even if you're going to hit someone, you should at least use a smooth wooden stick. Where did you find the murder weapon?

"Can you remove this splinter from your hand? If not, go to the hospital."

After all, there aren't that many disinfectants available these days, and it's not common to have a first-aid kit at home.

Given Director Ma's usual temperament, it wouldn't be good if he really got infected and started acting like a mad dog, unable to control himself and biting people everywhere.

Factory Director Ma: ...I really thank you for your ancestors eight generations back!

Seeing that they couldn't hide it from Zhao Youcai at all, and also wanting to see what kind of miserable state the man surnamed Lü was in, the two of them immediately hit it off and decided to take Zhao Youcai to the hospital for a visit.

In order not to make his attitude of just watching the gossip too obvious, Zhao Youcai still brought three or four apples, which he claimed to have bought at the Thousand Harvest Festival but were actually from the farm.