Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 716 - 355: Refusal_1

Chapter 716: Chapter 355: Refusal_1

Seeing Old He get so excited when talking about special supplies, Yan Fei was confused: "What’s this special supply thing about?"

With a look that screamed he was frustrated, Old He said, "Haven’t you heard of tribute products in ancient times? The Meng family has been dealing with Chinese medicinal materials for generations, and they have many disciples, every year they supply a lot of special supply medicinal materials, they have connections above. Now he barely leaves the Capital, this chance is hard to come by, this is your opportunity, what are you hesitating for? If you get the title of special supply, no matter what you do in the future, it’ll be much easier!"

Yan Fei was chopping the vegetables with such speed it was leaving afterimages, causing Old He to ooh and aah in irritation: "You should stop chopping and talk! If I didn’t enjoy your company and felt bad drinking your wine everyday, do you think I would bother with him Zhang’s mouth? Last time he bought bezoar because he needed it; now he’s helping out for no reason. Can’t your attitude be a bit friendlier?"

Yan Fei was feeling sheepish now. Although Old He was child-like, his sincerity was undeniable. Yan Fei put down the knife, thought for a moment and said, "But where do I get my Lingzhi mushroom from? It’s like the wild chicken and rabbit I catch - they don’t cost me a cent. What if I supplied special supply medicinal wine and someone asked about it, wouldn’t I be unable to explain?"

Old He was exasperated: "If Old Meng is willing to vouch for you, it means he has given you his approval. As long as there are no problems with the inspection from those above, who cares how the products are obtained? Once this is set up, everyone will turn a blind eye, after all, the products aren’t fake..."

Yan Fei didn’t know what a special supply was, but he knew what tribute products were. They were basically for supplying the upper class. Having this title would at least be quite impressive.

But here’s the problem - this was about wine, not beef. He hadn’t planned on making wine his primary business. If only he could special supply beef...

With this in mind, he was suddenly energetic: "Then can you ask him if my beef can be special supplied? My beef is really good stuff. Do you know about the restaurant in the Provincial City with a foreign chef? They get their beef from me, fifty yuan per catty. That’s only the friend price, I sell in Hong Kong for eighty yuan a catty, and they all say my beef is excellent. If my beef can be special supplied, as long as I’m given notice in advance, I can guarantee a supply!"

Old He was so frustrated that he didn’t know what to do: "I’ve already told you that Old Meng handles special supply for Chinese medicinal materials! If you don’t get it, then don’t talk nonsense. If he also handled beef, people are going to think his reach was too far. Special supply is not as simple as you think, it’s pretty complex! If you didn’t sell him bezoar last time, and due to the Old Qi incident providing me the opportunity, I wouldn’t have been able to say anything..."

When he mentioned the matter of Professor Qi, Yan Fei suddenly recalled: "Didn’t you say that a doctor had tested the medicinal wine back then? You mentioned something about active substances, couldn’t they help with the special supply?"

Old He was initially impatient but realizing that Yan Fei genuinely didn’t understand, he patiently explained: "Think about it, no matter if they’re related to the special supply or not, this patient who was given only a month to live was saved by your medicinal wine, and you’re not even a traditional doctor. If you were a doctor, would you recommend this medicinal wine?"

"Of course!" Yan Fei replied, his face full of righteousness. "Isn’t it all for saving people? As long as it can save lives, why can’t it be recommended?"

Old He laughed, "And how would you go about recommending it? Go and tell people that a patient we couldn’t treat was cured by the medicinal wine. We are all quacks, you can stop consulting with us in the future and go buy that someone’s medicinal wine instead!"

Yan Fei chuckled along, he was really just putting on a brave front. The truth was that as soon as Old He had spoken he understood. There is this saying: colleagues are traditional rivals. The issue was that he wasn’t even in the profession, but he had accomplished what they were supposed to do, which made it even more infuriating! Of course, they wouldn’t be petty or jealous, but they would certainly want to avoid bringing up the incident to save face.

If they went on to recommend the medicinal wine, wouldn’t that publicize the incident to the world? That would be simply smashing their own brand.

Old He gave it some thought and said: "Actually there’s no rush about the beef. If your beef is really that good, it won’t be overlooked in the end. You’re doing business in a small town so you don’t have any connections to the higher-ups in the short term, and this chance is a rare one since Old Meng is here. If he weren’t, even if we took the products there, he may not necessarily agree to test them, countless people have wanted to get him to authenticate their goods. If you absolutely cannot supply a lot of medicinal wine, even a small quantity will do. This thing is taken as a medicinal herb anyway, and not many people would want to use it, so you could start with a small supply and see how it goes. What do you think?"

Seeing that Yan Fei was still pondering, Old He continued to persuade him: "This isn’t about how much you can supply or how much money you can make. The key is to get this title. I can’t really illustrate the specific benefits at the moment, but all I can say is that it’s all benefits and no downsides. I think you should give it a shot. You’re still young, which is your biggest advantage. If you acted like you were decades older, being cautious and afraid of everything, then what’s the point?"

Old He meant well. He felt that as a young man, working so hard, getting this title would at the very least deter local mischief makers - This, of course, was under the premise that he believed Yan Fei had actually picked the Lingzhi mushrooms from the mountain himself.

But he didn’t realize that the issue with the source of the Lingzhi was much bigger than he had imagined, and he also knew nothing about Yan Fei’s ace up his sleeve.

As far as Yan Fei was concerned, if someone bothered him using legal means, he wouldn’t be afraid to fight back using the same. And if they used illegal means, then he’d be even less afraid - to use an illegal method on him would be, in newspaper terms, taking no responsibility for their own life.

Very quickly, Yan Fei made up his mind: "Professor He, when I started brewing this wine, I never thought of doing anything major with it. Initially, I did it to make some money, now I simply brew it as a treat for relatives and friends, and at the same time, get some wine dregs to feed the cattle. In fact, it doesn’t matter if I sell the wine or not. If others know about it and want to drink it, they can come here to buy it. If a relative or friend wants some, a simple notice would suffice. Otherwise, I really haven’t thought much about it!"

Upon hearing this, Old He was disheartened.

Seeing Old He’s disappointed face, Yan Fei chuckled, "Okay, enough about that. Can you start a fire or not? If you can’t, I’ll call my wife over to do it. Let’s get cooking. Look at what I’ve prepared for you. This beef costs eighty bucks a catty; you couldn’t get this old turtle even if you had the money, and there’s some freshly picked bamboo shoots as well. These are all good stuff, today you’re in for a treat with my cooking skills..."

Old He was still unwilling to let it go, angrily walking over to stuff some firewood into the stove, "Where’s the lighter? Miss this opportunity, and you’ll regret it sooner or later!"

Yan Fei laughed, "Aren’t there matches right there?"

Only then did Old He see a small, earth-colored matchbox. He lit a match and grumbled, "You’re such a big-shot, and you can’t even be bothered to get a proper lighter even when the special supplies don’t catch your eye?"

Yan Fei, busy as he was, replied, "I’ve gotten used to matches, can’t be bothered to buy a lighter. What would I regret? The wine is mine anyway, isn’t it the same regardless of whom I sell it to? The locals buy my wine and praise me for the quality. Running after a special supply title, people might not even compliment me. They may even think that the wild Lingzhi mushrooms were theirs to begin with, and that I am just being greedy. Besides, the Lingzhi mushrooms aren’t an inexhaustible resource. I have to save some good stuff for my family, right?"

Old He was downcast, "You’ll understand in the future. Having that special supply title would save you a lot of small troubles."

"That could also bring me big troubles!" Yan Fei retorted quickly.

"So you’re going to reject Old Meng right away?" Old He asked.

"Yes! I’ll gift him a couple of jars of wine later, so his trip isn’t in vain. I’ll also give you a couple to take home..."

"I don’t need it. I’ve been drinking your wine for free every day and haven’t been able to help you much, I feel guilty. From now on, I can’t drink this wine!" The old man was evidently still upset. He hadn’t informed Yan Fei about this matter beforehand, just to surprise him.

But it backfired, something he honestly had not expected.

It’s really not his fault. Anyone else would have been thrilled. But he had to deal with Yan Fei!

Yan Fei was not bothered, "Then should I get you some watermelons later, along with some beef? Do you want anything else?"

"Yes!" Old He retorted grumpily. "Earlier, you declined the wine and now it’s watermelons and beef. If I refuse again, you’ll probably offer me cow dung!"

"Cow dung is valuable too!" Yan Fei casually tossed some chopped green onions into the hot oil, causing it to sizzle. "As a fertilizer, it’s a great resource. My watermelons are grown with cow dung, and earthworm compost. But did you know, cow dung can’t be directly used in the field!"

Old He immediately brightened up, "Are you teaching me how to fertilize? Come here, let me tell you about soil structure, and the differences between farmyard manure and chemical fertilizers..."

The two kept bantering back and forth, and dropped the topic of special supplies.

Just a moment ago, seeing the two of them arrive, Xu Xiaoyan, who was playing in the next room with two girls from Hong Kong, came in to get some boiled water. Seeing that the two men weren’t discussing any serious business and the freshly cooked dishes were constantly being dished out, she started to help with the dishes after replenishing the water.

Yan Fei, the only chef who was able to stir-fry dishes in three woks at the same time, was not at all flustered. Every dish was perfectly executed, the spatula in his hand dancing with flair.

Finally, he placed the old turtle to stew, flipped over the large carp frying in the hot oil, scooped it out, and served the piping hot braised rabbit meat in a small basin; the dishes were ready.

Upon sitting down in the greenhouse and opening a jar of unbrewed wine, he poured a glass for everyone. Only then did Yan Fei speak up, "Uncle Meng, I talked to Teacher He just now. He was unaware of my situation. The amount of Lingzhi mushrooms I have isn’t considerable, so I don’t think I can supply that much in the future. Let’s forget about this arrangement, okay?"