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Chapter 1765 - 835: The Most Awesome Advertisement

Chapter 1765: Chapter 835: The Most Awesome Advertisement

On the stage.

Yan Fei was actually quite surprised.

These guys, weren’t most of them unhappy about me coming up just now? How did their attitude change so quickly?

He pondered for a moment and understood; the reason they were unhappy was because the Iron rice bowl had always looked down on the Mud rice bowl. Now that this Mud rice bowl had climbed above the Iron rice bowl, of course they weren’t pleased.

But regardless of whether it’s gold, silver, iron, or mud, at the end of the day, this rice bowl is one’s own — though some people have already gone to hold others’ rice bowls, there’s no choice there.

So the discomfort in Yan Fei’s heart disappeared amidst the applause. He could see clearly from the stage that those below, and the ones on stage and around, truly showed sincerity.

So he waited for the applause to die down slightly and announced with a smile: "Now I have a few more orders, but I won’t mention the specific transaction amount or quantity. Anyway, it’s so far, and it takes a month to go there; we only go about a dozen times a year."

You’re taking advantage and still complaining, right? You’re selling it and still dislike the distance?

But no one thought too much about that because the applause that had just stopped started again!

Overall, everyone is eating from the same pot, and they’re still quite impressed by those who can extend their chopsticks into other people’s pots.

There’s no denying it, Wan City Yellow Cattle is something they know very well. Even if some people were transferred from outside, once here, who hasn’t tasted local beef?

For years, the quality of beef on the market has varied greatly; some even say it’s like day and night. Just one sentence makes everyone understand why: to most, cattle were still for plowing in past years!

A cow that’s been carefully raised for over a year, eating top-notch feed every day without doing anything, versus a cow that’s plowed for ten years under farm husband’s care — can the meat quality be the same?

Wan City Yellow Cattle has always boasted as the top of the nation’s five main cow breeds, but honestly... the other four are not quite convinced.

Given the economic conditions and local reality, most farms just gather the cattle for intensive rearing, calling it a Yellow Cattle Fattening Farm.

The Fattening Farm, as named, only seeks to add some meat to the Yellow Cattle; who cares about quality? Because to most, meat is just meat; no matter how good the quality is, can it fetch much higher prices?

In fact, if it weren’t a stroke of luck that Yan Fei found a partner needing high-quality beef right from the start, no matter how good his beef is, the price wouldn’t go too high. Without high prices, the profit wouldn’t be that high, and the development wouldn’t be so rapid...

Because Yan Fei’s first report was too impressive, many people below were dazzled. Leading to the next company scheduled for a report also canceling, and just ending the morning meeting to go eat.

Boss Yan, who had just been in the spotlight, instantly became the most popular person, with so many people inviting him to sit at their table that he couldn’t manage them all.

The rivalry for ranking is now a thing of the past; still holding some resentment won’t change anything now. The spotlight has already been taken, and it looks like it’s soon in a soaring trend; why bother over past matters?

Seizing the present and future is the right choice.

The most enthusiastic were those also in the food business, currently hitting a bottle-neck in development, eager to inquire of Yan Fei about issues in food exportation.

To be honest, Yan Fei couldn’t answer many of these questions, but just saying the pleasing bits worked anyway, as the scene was quite lively.

...

"Your family is truly going to be prosperous this time!" Jiang Xueling looked at Yan Fei, uneasy even while eating, with a face full of envy, jealousy, and hate, glaring at Xu Xiaoyan. "These last few days, I’ve decided to come dine at your place, or my little heart will ache..."

While speaking, she even exaggeratedly patted her left chest, as if there was real heartache inside. But outsiders couldn’t see if her heart hurt or not, only noticing a slight tremble at that spot.

The round, red-clad girl nearby stared at her with envy: "Sister Xueling, why do I feel like yours got bigger again?"

The few girls nearby instantaneously understood and secretly chuckled, while Jiang Xueling blushed immediately, almost looking like she was going to bleed: "Shoo, shoo, discuss serious business!"

"Discuss what serious business? As if you’re saying Xiao Xing’s family isn’t prosperous." A girl in yellow rolled her eyes. "Her daily school rides’ wheels are enough for me to strive for a long time! Xiao Xing, quickly think, is there anyone you know with the same promising future as Boss Yan to introduce to us sisters?"

"Xiao Yaya, do you want to avoid fighting for twenty years or are you thinking of spring?" Jiang Xueling laughed softly. "There’s a difference between prosperous and truly prosperous; this time it’s direct export to America. Don’t just look at the policy text, the nation’s practical support for these businesses is much more than you think."

"Hey, Xiao Xing, what are you busy with? You’re the protagonist now, we’re talking about you, but you’re looking down and playing on your phone, isn’t that a bit ungrateful?"

"She’s been playing all morning, the battery has already been replaced!" another girl revealed.

"Tell us, aren’t you secretly planning to do bad things behind Yan Xiaofei’s back?" One girl started seriously, then quickly changed her tone, laughing. "If you’re preparing to leave Yan Xiaofei, let us know, hehe..."

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