Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 762 - 392 This Painting Seems Fake_1

The truck carrying the beef from Hong Kong arrived quietly, quickly loaded up and then quietly left.

But this time it left behind not just mere traces but a large stack of photos.

Once the truck was gone, Yan Fei waved his hand: "Old Ou, start the car. Take Old Gao and the rest to deliver the beef!"

Old Ou was momentarily taken aback: "Aren’t we waiting till tomorrow morning?"

"No need to wait!" Yan Fei, staring at the beef by the riverbank, made up his mind. "Calculate how much the restaurants might need, load it up and deliver it. Come back once you’re done, and we’ll transport the rest tomorrow morning."

Pang Fa hadn’t come back yet. The equipment was not from one big factory, so he’d stay out overnight after a day’s run, aiming to purchase all the equipment over the next two days. The beef drying equipment wasn’t too large - they generally had it in stock. If they could finalize the equipment order in these two days, they can start work as soon as this factory was built.

They couldn’t let the beef stay out in the heat, but luckily this place was by the river and they’d constructed wooden counters for ventilation. The river breeze would allow it to stay a day without any issues. But they still worried about potential complications in the city tomorrow, so they chose to first supply the large quantities. As for the remaining beef, if it was seized again, they’d just have to tough it out. At the end of the day, the loss incurred would need to be recouped somehow.

Yan Fei was willing to give away these regular beef cuts for free, even if they were priced like pork. But if anyone wanted to take a pound or two for free, he would surely object.

If their ranch continues to keep a low profile, problems are bound to increase. This time, they’re determined to stir things up even if it meant throwing away all this beef. They needed to make a name for themselves.

It’s just not fair if honest people like them get bullied, is it?

Yan Fei made up his mind.

This time he planned to show no mercy, and not just cut off the hands that dared to reach out, but also thoroughly destroy their masters.

It’s truly easy for the honest to be bullied in this era!

The two young men from Guan Village had returned. The child had been sent to City Hospital and was stable after treatment. The only worry was long-term residual effects, like impacts on vision. But it was certainly a relief to know the child’s life was out of danger, which was good news already.

When Yan Fei gave the order, Old Ou and the others didn’t need to be told twice, they were more than willing. They’d only just arrived and barely learned the ropes, but when a problem happened at home, the boss immediately stepped in and offered money without a second thought. If they didn’t do their jobs well after that, they’d have to be heartless!

The folks in Guan Village were even more driven. Once the news spread to Guan Village, people were regularly spotted around Yan Fei’s 50 acres of freshly seeded land to prevent any birds or beasts from eating the seeds.

An old man even took advantage of his free time to set traps for field rats by the ditch with homemade tools. Honestly, they had never been so invested even when it was their own land. If Yan Fei knew about this, he’d probably feel awkward deducting the advanced salary of two thousand yuan from Guan Shi’s wages.

It’s so touching what people will do!

When the truck left, even the five young men asked to go. Everyone understood that they weren’t trying to go along for the ride, but were worried about potential trouble when the truck entered the city.

Yan Fei was completely calm, casually filing his nail and idly mentioning, "No problem, the few of them going is enough."

It’s troublesome, with his growing strength, his unusualness, and the corresponding increase in hassle.

It’s okay to arrange hair, but not nails. Now these nails can be used as tools on a regular basis, quite handy.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a good thing. His wife said it wasn’t good looking for a man to keep long nails. He agreed. Even though long nails were occasionally practical, they were mostly inconvenient. Sometimes, if he used too much force while grabbing a bag, his nails would poke small holes into it.

The most annoying part was that nail clippers didn’t work. When his wife tried to trim his nails, the clipper broke in two without making a dent in the nail. Even if the nail clippers were lower quality, that was a bit over the top.

Fortunately, he was resourceful and came up with a good solution. He carried a small file, using it to keep his nails in check. This also had an advantage: in the unbearable heat, him sitting there and inexhaustibly filing his nails while buzzing would deter people from bothering him without any reason.

The truck roared off, and Yan Fei wasn’t worried at all.

The photos brought by The Sixth Miss Guo’s driver this morning quickly circulated throughout the farm.

People often talk about how much money someone has. If it’s thirty thousand, fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, or eighty thousand, everyone knows it’s a lot, more than enough to build a house and marry a wife. But when it comes to having three or five million, unless you put all that money in front of people, they really can’t grasp the concept. After all, they don’t have a real sense of what such a large sum of money looks like. Is there really a difference between three to five million and thirty to fifty million, or even three to five hundred million?

Watching TV is the same. We watch these popular Hong Kong soap operas and see the scenery of big cities. In the beginning, it’s fascinating, but over time, it just becomes commonplace. After all, this has nothing to do with us; it’s so far removed from our daily life. To be honest, going to the city and seeing those newly built skyscrapers is more shocking.

It’s just that people don’t have access to enough information, and they don’t have a good understanding of the outside world. Even if you’re wearing an expensive name-brand watch worth several hundred thousand, other people might just look at it and say, "How much did this watch cost? It must have been a few dozen dollars... Look, it doesn’t even tarnish!"

People only come into contact with those ’gold watches’ on the street that cost a dozen or twenty dollars. After wearing it for a day, there’s a layer of golden foam on your wrist, which looks brilliant under the light.

But now, the people in the cattle farm have seen people from Hong Kong, and they’ve also seen that flashy beef truck coming from Hong Kong. To be honest, it’s even more impressive than the Iveco trucks running from the provincial city to Wancheng City which transport people.

Because of this, everyone was looking at these pictures, especially the ones of the street views. They gave a clear sense of the diverse characters of the passersby, providing them with an understanding of what Hong Kong really looks like. Moreover, these photos were not like those one dollar posters you can buy on the streets; these pictures were brought by real people.

As for the poster that The Sixth Miss Guo had ruined with her exclamations, it had been passed around the group and examined thoroughly. One by one they all marvelled, "We feed these cows every day and never thought it was something exceptional, but now this beef is being sold in Hong Kong."

Some people were inevitably self-satisfied: "The beef that those people in Hong Kong eat, we eat it every day too!"

Just as everyone was discussing where to hang the poster, someone said: "Our beef can be sold in Hong Kong, but there are people in the city who won’t let us sell it there. They truly are incredibly daring. Brother Fei didn’t even allow us to deal with these people. He really cherishes their faces!"

These guys are very vengeful. Even though it was not they who were beaten in the city, they still felt indignant. They hope that one day Yan Fei would give the order to allow them to deal with those detainees. The fact that Yan Fei kept silent made them feel slightly regretful.

When Yan Fei heard this, what he thought was not about letting them vent their anger, but rather about how this situation could help him build up momentum for himself. The story of the Fox Borrowing the Tiger’s Might was something he had learned from a textbook in elementary school, and he remembered it clearly.

Although he was a bit uncomfortable with the idea, he had to admit it was a good strategy.

While Yan Fei was still contemplating uncomfortably, he received a phone call from Old Pan, saying that a couple of comrades from the local armed forces department might come over for a visit. Even though these "Comrades" had never served in the same military unit, they were buddies. Clearly, they had an ulterior motive to their visit, most likely regarding the detained individuals.

Yan Fei dragged his feet, only going over when Old Pan had called again to remind him after the two men had arrived.

At the time, Old Pan was chatting and smoking with the two ex-military men. The atmosphere was quite pleasant. After greeting them and handing over the freshly slaughtered beef to Old Hai, who was assisting with the guests, Yan Fei asked him to take it to the kitchen.

Old Pan was also courteous: "Boss Yan is so kind. You even brought meat when you came over! What are you holding?"

Old Pan, mindful of not appearing overly familiar with Yan Fei in front of the guests, tactfully distanced himself to make the forthcoming dialogue easier. Yan Fei, who was not as guarded, handed over the large envelope he had brought: "I brought this for Uncle Pan to take a look at. This way, you’ll know that my beef is extraordinary!"

The two visitors weren’t fools. They sensed something fishy. Even though Yan Fei looked young, they knew that anyone who was a boss couldn’t be naïve. They knew they had come because of the "beef incident", and Yan Fei had brought the beef along, which might have a special purpose.

Old Pan understood this as well. He took the large envelope, larger than standard document bags, and said to the two men, "Boss Yan has been very secretive. I have to see what’s so special about his beef!"

As one might expect, the two men also turned their attention to the stuff in his hands, and watched as he pulled a pile of pictures out.

After looking at a few, Old Pan was baffled. They were all street views, nicely taken, but what did they have to do with beef?

With a knowing smile, Yan Fei pointed out, "Take a look at the large one. It’s not a photo, it’s a poster advertising our beef."

"Ah, in that case, I must take a proper look!" The surprise on Old Pan’s face was genuine. He was genuinely curious about what was on the poster.

Once he opened it, he was only mildly intrigued by the scenery. But, when he saw the words ’Sancha River Leads Cattle Flowers’, he was immediately taken aback!

He said, his voice trembling a bit with excitement, "This is... they’ve taken the name of our Sancha River, as well as your company name, and made this huge promotional poster, and put it up on buildings?"

"Yes, they’ve gone to a lot of trouble. It’s nice of them to promote us even as they use our beef," Yan Fei said looking nonplussed, with a hint of regret. "The poster is just too unreal. We don’t look this good here. If anyone comes to see the cattle farm, wouldn’t it be exposed?"

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