American Farmers: Facing a Cutoff at the Start

Mike Finch's mind raced.

If I verbally agree but then fail to keep my word, and he tells others, how will I ever be able to continue working in this industry?

If they agree to promote their business, then the legitimate and serious news channel might not be so easy to sell.

With fewer options, the amount of money you receive may decrease.

However, there must be a reason for the farm's bankruptcy. If we can dig out some juicy information from it, even if it's for a small amount of money, it will definitely be of great help in increasing my reputation in the industry.

Worth it.

He looked up at Fett, his eyes resolute:

"I can agree to that."

"While I can't guarantee that the TV station will keep every word exactly as it was, I will do my best to let more people see your story and your Christmas tree."

He held up one finger, his tone serious:

"I demand exclusive interview rights."

"You cannot give any interviews to any media outlet, in any form, until my news broadcast!"

"This is the bottom line."

"Surely there's a time limit to this exclusive interview right?"

Fett stared at the man in front of him, his eyes sharp: "Christmas is getting closer and closer, and selling trees is just a matter of the next two weeks. Every day you delay in posting, my publicity efforts will be diminished."

"If you're holding onto the raw material and waiting for a higher price, who's going to buy this tree from me?"

Mike Finch's eyes lit up.

This is a shrewd and intelligent person; he's not easily fooled.

He made a quick decision and held up five fingers:

"Five days! I only want five days of exclusive first-release rights!"

Seeing that Fett didn't speak, he gritted his teeth again:

"No, three days! Three days will do!"

"If you cooperate with me now, I promise, today or tomorrow!"

"Your face will appear on television screens throughout Arkansas!"

"good!"

Without further hesitation, Fett extended his right hand:

It's a deal.

The two quickly signed a handwritten supplementary agreement.

This is, after all, a TV appearance; it needs to look good.

At Mike Finch's request, Fett went back inside and changed back into yesterday's outfit, including his ripped jeans.

Lyra also ran home to retrieve the Boy's hunting knife "King" and the Remington Magnum shotgun that Rachel had put away the day before.

While they were filming, Mike Fincher was already filming frantically at the spot where Fett had fought the wild boar yesterday.

The dead wild boar was still lying in the middle of the road. Mike looked at the mess and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise!

Fett and Lyra arrived one after the other and stood behind the boar's carcass.

Fett held a hunting knife, and Lyra held a hunting rifle.

The morning sunlight cast a sidelight on the two men, whose attire, along with the gruesome wild boar carcass in front of them, exuded a rugged beauty reminiscent of the Arkansas wilderness.

"Perfect."

Mike Finch gave a thumbs-up, set up the machine, and the red light came on.

"Mr. Fett Carter, could you first recount to us the thrilling events of last night?"

Holding the microphone, he instantly switched to a highly engaging broadcasting voice:

Fett, using his Remington shotgun as a crutch, limped over to the wild boar carcass, pointed to the deep, bone-revealing cut on the boar's neck, and recounted the fight from the previous night while gesturing.

Mike listened and exclaimed in amazement, "Is this knife really that sharp? It can cut through this hard, hard skin like butter?"

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"I see, no wonder all these vines were torn off."

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"That wild boar is really cunning!"

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"Ms. Lyra Green, I heard you fired from several dozen yards away?" The camera panned to Lyra, who looked somewhat nervous beside her.

"Yes, right there." Leila pointed to the fence in the distance.

"Could you please raise your gun and recreate that moment for us?"

Leila took a deep breath and picked up the heavy Magnum shotgun, but the muzzle kept shaking. She only held it for a few seconds before letting her arm drop.

"Sorry... my hands are shaking a little right now."

Mike, however, seemed to have grasped some selling point and exclaimed to the camera:

"It seems that only when protecting those close to us does our body unleash that incredible power."

After filming most of the footage, Mike turned off the camera and gave the two of them a thumbs up.

"That was great! Thank you both for your cooperation."

"Let's go inside and conduct a more in-depth interview."

The three moved to the warm living room, where the flames crackled in the fireplace.

Old Frank sat off-camera listening.

Mike Finch set up his equipment, adjusted his posture, and began the in-depth interview.

He spoke directly:

"Fett, I heard that your farm is facing a serious financial crisis and is even about to be seized by the bank."

"If it's not offensive, could you tell me the reason?"

The moment this question was raised, the previously relaxed atmosphere instantly turned heavy.

Fett looked at the camera and began to speak calmly.

Gradually, Mike Fincher's professional expression crumbled.

He even forgot to check the monitor, staring wide-eyed at Fett:

"What? Your mother was in a car accident, and the perpetrator hasn't been caught?"

"What? Your grades are good enough for a top university? And you gave it up?"

When Fett picked up "The King" and showed it to the camera, saying it was the first piece he had forged by hand to help his father pay off debts.

Mike was completely stunned. He grabbed the knife and examined it repeatedly, his voice trembling with astonishment:

"What? This...this work of art-like knife, you forged it?"

It wasn't just Mike.

Even old Frank, who had been sitting quietly in the corner listening, couldn't sit still any longer.

He stood up abruptly and walked a few steps to Fett.

Old Frank snatched the knife, his rough fingers trembling as he traced the mirror-like blade and the perfect golden burl handle.

"Fett..."

The craftsmanship, the polishing, and the perfect balance.

When did this kid acquire this skill?

The old man's voice trembled slightly, filled with disbelief:

"This...you typed this all afternoon yesterday?"

Fett smiled and said sincerely, "Dad, didn't I tell you already?"

"Nowadays, the emphasis is on scientific knife forging."

"I watched a lot of forging videos at school."

"Now everything is available on the internet, from material selection to tempering, taught in more detail than textbooks."

"Plus, I was driven by a strong determination to pay off the loan, and unexpectedly, I actually succeeded!"

The real thing was right in front of him, so he couldn't help but believe it.

Old Frank returned the knife to Fett, patted him heavily on the shoulder, his eyes smiling yet slightly moist.

"You kid... your skills are probably going to surpass mine!"

He chuckled and cursed, his tone full of pride:

"How much more can you hide from me?"

Fett scratched his head, didn't reply, but just chuckled sheepishly.

This heartwarming scene of fatherly love and filial piety was captured frame by frame by Michael Fincher's faithful camera.