Super Zoo-Chapter 695 - 685: Back on the Road

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With public opinion mobilizing and the facts of the case becoming clear, the police and courts worked hand in hand with remarkable efficiency. Several black guides and thugs who had beaten people received the punishment they deserved, with severe and heavy penalties.

Jiangcheng City initiated a new round of clean-up efforts in the tourism industry. Many travel agencies were affected to varying degrees, and quite a few similar black guides and tourist traps were rooted out, leading to a more orderly market.

The hardest hit was, of course, Yang Tao's Sunshine Travel Agency.

Despite the agency's long-standing excellent reputation locally, its storied history, and even its origin as a famous state-owned travel agency, none of this prestige mattered in the face of five lost lives.

Under the city's strict crackdown on tourism chaos, Sunshine Travel Agency, as the event's originating unit, had its business license revoked.

A group of loyal old employees had already left, leaving behind only those who were content with mediocrity. The agency's reputation was thoroughly tarnished, and the funds on the books had been mostly transferred away... The core of the company had long been hollow. Under such a devastating blow, Yang Lin's enterprise, built from scratch over decades, crumbled overnight.

In fact, there was no need for the government to step in and revoke the license. Ever since the black guide incident went viral online, the Sunshine Travel Agency was no longer able to operate normally. Its iron doors had been beaten out of shape by outraged netizens, a row of glass windows was shattered by bricks thrown by unknown assailants, and all kinds of nauseating rubbish piled up at the front door...

Someone had even used red paint to scrawl big-character posters on the walls in the dead of night...

Looking at the office space in utter disarray, Yang Tao's expression was one of desolation, the cigarette stub in his hand nearly burning his fingers, yet he was completely unaware.

This man, who always bore the burden himself, could no longer hold back and, sobbing miserably, wept in the empty office building.

Wang Hao wanted to go up and comfort Yang Tao, but Suming shook his head at him, then gestured with his chin towards the door.

The two of them tiptoed out of the office, gently closing the door behind them, leaving Yang Tao alone to vent his emotions.

Men cry differently from women, and from the office came Yang Tao's heart-wrenching howls, like a wounded wild dog.

Suming patted his pocket, finding his cigarette pack empty. Wang Hao produced a pack, and both men lit up.

"It's good for him to let it out. He's bottled up everything for so many years. If he doesn't cry it out today, it will be a hurdle in his heart for a lifetime," Suming said.

Wang Hao nodded, joining Suming on the balcony in the corridor. Suddenly he sighed and said with a furrowed brow, "Old Su, this whole situation with his family is just... suffocating me."

"Let's hear it," Suming looked at Wang Hao.

What had happened to Yang Tao's family was already in the past. When Wang Hao spoke, it likely wasn't just about the incident itself—perhaps it touched on some other thoughts.

"For the average person, Yang Tao's family business was no small thing, quite well-known in the industry. But look..." Wang Hao gestured with his hand, "like building a tall building, hard to construct, yet when it falls, it collapses in an instant, and overnight, nothing is left..."

"Yeah, I feel the same way," Suming nodded.

As a fellow business owner, when Yang Tao's family's business collapsed, Suming also felt a vicarious grief.

Half a year ago, Sunshine Travel Agency was a leading player in Jiangcheng City's tourism industry. Yang Lin was successful, with a sensible and capable son, and his wife by his side; half a year later, his world was empty and desolate, a target for public condemnation, and the rest of his life might have to be spent in a wheelchair, a bleak twilight.

There's an adage—watch a man build his towers, and then watch them fall. Despite Taoyuan Group's current unrivaled glory, it's not guaranteed that one day it won't fall into the same fate as Sunshine Travel Agency.

And Wang Hao's concerns were actually more complicated than Suming's.

His father was in politics, where a single misstep could have consequences far beyond closing down a business.

If one has no foresight, then they will face immediate worries. No one can see the end of the river of fate, but standing high, one can spot the potential whirlpools and undercurrents ahead.

Suming didn't need Wang Hao's reminder. He had already been contemplating this problem long before Sunshine Travel Agency's troubles.

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To avoid the kind of situation Yang Tao's family faced, not only must we quickly develop domestic businesses to allow Taoyuan Group to grow rapidly into a giant that's not easily toppled, but we must also focus on strategic layouts and escape routes.

Versatile development, multiple exit strategies, with animals at the core, expanding into tourism, film and television, catering, light industry, real estate, stepping into the entertainment industry, and Shen Yan's technology industry—these are Suming's multiple legs.

Having multiple legs to support the body means that even if one or several of them encounter problems, the entire Taoyuan Group won't collapse overnight; it will have strong disaster resilience.

And making contact with foreign companies, arranging for the Lure People in Russia, even during the final stages of combat with IS, releasing the opponent's key figures—all this was part of Suming's contingency planning.

Stride forward with many legs and secretly leave several escape routes in the background, ready to advance or retreat, with a well-organized offense and defense.

He believed that as long as he was well-prepared on all fronts, maintained Taoyuan Group's rapid development, and leveraged his extraordinary abilities as an animal ally, even if a major catastrophe struck one day, he and the people he cared about could still live well.

"When we have the money, let's buy a small island in Europe, those things come with permanent property rights, private territories, we can go there and be emperors of our own little kingdom," Suming said half-jokingly to Wang Hao.

"Damn, we'll have to get a bunch of hot models!" Wang Hao said fiercely.

"Heh, then we'll have to earn even more money," Suming laughed.

After chatting for a while, the weeping in the office gradually subsided, the door opened, and Yang Tao emerged with reddened eyes.

"Give me one," Yang Tao said with a smile, holding up two fingers to Suming and Wang Hao.

Wang Hao passed over a cigarette and lit it for Yang Tao. Yang Tao took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

This breath was long, as if trying to expel the pent-up frustrations in his lungs along with the smoke.

The three of them stood side by side at the window, looking out at the bustling crowd through the shattered glass.

"It's over?" Suming asked Yang Tao.

Yang Tao nodded, "It's over."

"So, start over from scratch?" Wang Hao asked Yang Tao.

Yang Tao paused for a moment, then cracked a smile, "Damn it, I'm not dead yet, I've got to keep going! But I don't want to stay in Jiangcheng anymore. Su, I won't be polite with you, if you've got any projects, let me in on them?"

Seeing Yang Tao like this, both Suming and Wang Hao felt relieved. After a big cry, Yang Tao had come out of it.

Life can't always be smooth sailing, but one must always march on with their head held high.

Suming smiled. He had intended to have Yang Tao help him manage Taoyuan Group's tourism sector, but because of the situation at his own home, Yang Tao couldn't just leave it behind.

Fate really is a source of both tears and laughter; after so many twists and turns, so many things have happened, coming full circle, in the end, everything returned to the starting point.

"Still want to run a travel agency?" Yang Tao laughed.

"What, scared? Once bitten, twice shy?" Suming's eyebrows rose slightly.

"To say I'm not scared at all would be a lie," Yang Tao said. "But I'm not even 25 this year. If I don't have the courage to get back up after a fall, I would look down on myself."

"That's the spirit of Mr. Yang!" Wang Hao gestured a thumbs-up.

Suming also nodded, "I do intend to develop the tourism industry, but that's not the immediate priority. Old Yang, I have a few ideas. I'll share them with you, and you help me brainstorm. Wang Hao, you listen too."

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