Chapter 120: The Second Step of Sales (Paving the Way)

He Zhixing held a small wooden carving of a beautiful woman in his left hand and a small carving rasp in his right as he stepped forward. The others who had come with him had never encountered such a scene before. Only Gou Quan bravely picked up a broken shelf and hurled it at their attackers.

Those thugs thought He Zhixing and his companion would be easy to handle, but to their surprise, both were fierce fighters. Having grown up brawling, neither He Zhixing nor Gou Quan was intimidated by their brutality. He Zhixing moved with astonishing speed—so swift that the thugs didn’t even see how he broke through their circle. By the time they turned to look, many found themselves bleeding, only realizing the pain after the fact. It was then they understood that as He Zhixing darted through their ranks, he had covertly wounded several with his rasp.

Only now did they realize they were facing a true expert—within just a few exchanges, the outcome was clear. More than a dozen fierce thugs had their morale shattered by He Zhixing’s overwhelming strength.

Just as they rallied themselves to surround He Zhixing and finish him off, he struck first, like a sudden storm. He charged into their midst, unleashing a relentless assault—smashing, striking, blocking, pushing with the wooden carving in his left hand, while his right hand stabbed, slashed, flicked, jabbed, and hooked with the rasp, each move unpredictable and deadly.

In less than ten minutes, the thugs were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain. The dozen or more fearsome bullies had been reduced to a pile of cowards, staring at He Zhixing in terror, dreading that he might not be finished with them yet.

Gou Quan barely needed to lift a finger; He Zhixing had taken them all down alone. Looking at the defeated men writhing on the ground, He Zhixing spoke coldly, “Tell your boss, that so-called Brother Hua, that even Qi Jiahui, the big boss of Le City, doesn’t scare me. I’ve been to the Jiahao Grand Hotel more than once and come and go as I please. If you don’t believe me, ask Qi Jiahui yourself and see if I’m telling the truth.”

As soon as the thugs heard that even the crime boss of Le City couldn’t touch him, they all hung their heads, apologized, and fled in embarrassment.

Once they were gone, He Zhixing’s rural specialty sales continued as usual. This time, he arranged for more people to hand out flyers—advertising the specialties of the Five Towns. The flyers displayed beautiful photos and prices of wild vegetables and fruits, tempting city dwellers with delicacies they’d never seen before, stimulating both their eyes and their taste buds.

Before long, the thugs returned, bringing with them their leader, Brother Hua. Brother Hua recognized He Zhixing at once. “Oh, so it’s you, Mr. He! My apologies, my apologies. I saw what happened at the Jiahao Hotel that time—you rescued that girl single-handedly. I’ve admired you ever since. This is all just a misunderstanding.”

He turned to his men and barked, “Why aren’t you all on your knees apologizing to Mr. He? Do I need to kick each of you down myself?”

Immediately, the dozen or so thugs dropped to their knees. “Mr. He, we misunderstood—so sorry for frightening you!”

He Zhixing waved it off. “It’s nothing. Forget it. Next time, let’s have a drink together and talk.”

After Brother Hua and his men left, He Zhixing and his group prepared to move to the next location: the big supermarkets and nearby shops. This time, instead of selling products individually, they coordinated with the owners of major supermarkets like RT-Mart and Homejoy to get their goods on the shelves, settling accounts after sales.

They continued distributing many free samples as promotional material, laying the groundwork for future sales.