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Chapter 1009 - 535 Cooperation Photo Shoot Never Boast

Chapter 1009: Chapter 535 Cooperation Photo Shoot Never Boast

The greatest fear for people is to obstinately pursue a futile goal, and Chen Yingjun was clearly not the type to fall into that trap.

After a journey of eight hundred kilometers, his original single-minded intention was to make a fortune from the dog tiger fight, but as soon as he realized his decision had been a "mistake", he immediately changed his mind and began to consider the feasibility of opening a steakhouse.

The hardest yet easiest person to persuade is oneself. After mulling it over, Chen Yingjun tentatively asked, "Boss Yan, I was wondering what it would take to collaborate with you and purchase your high-end beef?"

This change of topic was quite abrupt. For Yan Fei, Wang Jiuming, and others, although they kept a straight face, they were pretty much in the same boat as Chen He’s gang, all waiting to see this guy make a fool of himself—coming all puffed up for an animal fight, not having the guts to compete, and now dilly-dallying; what exactly did this guy want to do? Was he aiming to be the Fortune Kid?

But Chen Yingjun, it seemed, hadn’t given a second thought about how to wrap things up. As far as he was concerned, the money came easily, and if it was lost, well, it was his own fault for not doing his homework in advance.

He was still internally critiquing himself, thinking that his composure was not yet sufficient. He had planned to finish his call with Boss Yan and then find someone to carefully investigate the situation at Sancha River—The call had to be made at the time; usually, he boasted his black lions to the skies, and this time someone mentioned privately owning a tiger, and a group eagerly urged him to fight it. If he hadn’t made the call then, it wasn’t just about not being able to step down in the moment; it would have jeopardized his Tibetan Mastiff business later on.

But never had he anticipated that Boss Yan wouldn’t even take the call, instead sending a message: "Come with chopsticks to eat dog meat!"

At the time, he didn’t know the identity of the messenger, Wang Jiuming, and took him for an underling of Yan Fei. In front of a crowd, he was a bit carried away by his eagerness and hastily arranged today’s fight—originally, he had planned to set things up first, to delay the fight a bit, to give himself time to gather some intel.

Now that things had progressed to this point, however, he had no regrets. All he could say was that the phrase about bringing chopsticks was a bit too powerful. It made him, who always thought of himself as a strategist rather than a brawler, lose his cool.

But if the steakhouse could really take off, then this trip wouldn’t have been in vain.

Yan Fei was quick to respond. Hearing Chen Yingjun ask about his beef, he quickly laid out the terms, "We require payment up front, delivery three months later. The prepaid amount for the first month must be paid in full three months in advance, and afterward, you pay each month before using up that month’s order. If you want delivery in three months, pay a month’s installment now, and I’ll start preparing the beef for you. These terms apply to Hong Kong as well, with no discrimination against you."

"And the price?" Chen Yingjun considered briefly before he continued to inquire.

"It’s the same as Hong Kong," Yan Fei didn’t hide the fact, "Let me clarify, there are two different customers currently, with different prices. The foreign-owned restaurant in Provincial City got me started when I was unknown and clueless, so they have helped me, and their price is the lowest. But that’s just for that one restaurant; if they want to expand or open new locations, I’ll definitely raise the price on them. Oh, and I don’t deliver—you’ll have to arrange transportation to pick up the goods."

Chen Yingjun immediately began to do the math in his head; the prices were definitely steep.

But then he thought about all those nouveau riche playing golf and sipping wine, and he felt the prices were not unacceptable. And having the same price as Hong Kong had its advantages—if it were lower than Hong Kong, that would be a problem.

If those people found out the food they ate was priced lower than in Hong Kong, they might even feel slighted!

Upon further reflection regarding their behavior, Chen Yingjun felt the phrase "might even" was superfluous.

If something is expensive, that’s not an issue—some people are particular about buying only the most costly, not the most suitable.

The key is the prestige, the focus is on the class.

Why else would some items be labeled with Palace Formula or Royal Exclusive?

You see those trust-fund kids travel abroad and come back boasting about their reckless adventures, bragging about the foie gras, caviar, truffles, and the like. As if once you’ve tasted these, you never need to eat or relieve yourself again...

These were Chen Yingjun’s thoughts—he might present himself as humble before those wealthy heirs, but he couldn’t help feeling annoyed inside, and sometimes his thoughts were a bit vulgar. Naturally, he didn’t verbalize these feelings, so no one knew what was truly on his mind.

Even though those heirs saw him as a little man with dumb luck, didn’t he view them as his own personal ATMs?

Chen Yingjun quickly made up his mind: Go for it! Just do it!

If it came down to it, he could just write off the money he had made in previous years as lost; after all, it was easily earned, and he could consider himself still that naive kid who lived with his dad, treating a pack of instant noodles as a treat—because as it stood, even if he lost all his earnings, as long as his dad was there, even if his stepmother wasn’t fond of him, she wouldn’t let him return to those hard days...

Speaking of instant noodles, it had been a while since he’d had any. He fondly remembered the times with his father; if his father earned some extra from a published article, he’d treat him to something nice. Back then, the best treat was instant noodles, sprinkling the seasoning into the bag, crushing up the noodles, and just chewing on them dry, delightfully crunchy...