Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 731 - 367 Pang Fa Enters the Stage_1

Chapter 731: Chapter 367 Pang Fa Enters the Stage_1

"Returning Farmland to Forest Conservation?" Yan Fei really hadn’t heard of it.

Seeing Yan Fei’s confusion, Old Pan laughed, "You young man should not only focus on making money, but also get to know the current new policies."

As he said this with a ’let me enlighten you’ expression, he walked into a room with his hands behind his back, and began going through a pile of newspaper documents on a table inside.

After a while, he raised his head and smiled at Yan Fei, who had followed him in expectantly: "I forgot, this was only communicated at the meeting, they didn’t give me any documents. Anyway, this doesn’t really concern me, so didn’t pay close attention. You’ll have to go ask the local government for specifics..."

Yan Fei was about to spit blood, ’You’re being so secretive about it, but that’s all you have to say?’

A bit frustrated, Yan Fei turned around to leave: "I’ll go ask this morning when the local government starts work. I’ll get going first."

Old Pan called out, "Hey, don’t get mad, I really forgot! How can you be so petty?"

Yan Fei turned back around with a helpless smile: "Uncle Pan, I’m really busy. Uncle Ming is coming over to help me put up a greenhouse and I still need to arrange for people to go buy cattle. I have so much to do, and the government office is not open. I can’t wait!"

Old Pan waved his hand: "Alright then, go get busy! Remember to ask the local government before you rent any land, I seem to recall they said there were subsidies."

Yan Fei started his motorcycle again, waved his hand indicating he understood, and headed back home.

When he got home, Xiaohei had already arrived. Yan Fei handed Xiaohei the money, but Xiaohei didn’t take it: "Let Old Ou hold it, I’m just in charge of looking at and negotiating the price of the cattle."

Yan Fei handed it over to Old Ou: "Then I will have to trouble you, Brother Xiaohei. It happens that I’m busy today. I won’t say any more pleasantries since it’s getting late, you guys should head out early. Old Ou, don’t worry about spending money on the way. If you need to spend it, then spend it!"

Looking at the three of them getting into the car and leaving, Yan Fei hurried back to the greenhouse on his motorcycle.

Not long after, Ma Yongming arrived with a group of people, two more people followed behind on farming tricycles, one of which was surprisingly Pang Fa.

Yan Fei asked, "Brother Fa, what are you doing here?"

Pang Fa answered confidently: "I’ve sold all the beef. I have nothing to do, so I’m taking watermelons to sell!"

Ma Yongming spoke up harshly at the side: "Yan Fei, don’t mind him, let him do his thing. I hope he exhausts himself."

Yan Fei was a bit bewildered, these two were as close as can be, how could they fall out?

Ma Yongming finished speaking and ignored Pang Fa, shouting at his people to start picking the melons. Yan Fei waited for him to finish and looked at Pang Fa, who was quietly picking melons, and asked Ma Yongming: "What’s going on between you two?"

Ma Yongming sighed, his previously angry expression gone, he began: "Do you know how much money Pang Fa made yesterday?"

Yan Fei was taken aback, "I don’t know, why would I ask him that? I gave him the stuff, he earns whatever he can, I told him before, if business is slow, he can adjust the price, what happened?"

Seeing Yan Fei’s puzzled face, Ma Yongming sighed again: "You’re in a daze, and he’s stubborn. You two really are a match."

Yan Fei, getting anxious, said: "If there’s a problem, spit it out! Why are you being so mysterious? What happened?"

"He made only five hundred yuan clear profit yesterday." Ma Yongming began.

"How could it be only five hundred? How much did he add on for the sale?" Yan Fei was a bit surprised.

It’s not that making five hundred in a day is too much, but too little. After all, that’s two or three tons of beef, selling for tens of thousands of yuan. Even if Peng Fa only marked up the price of the beef by half a dime per catty, he should have made at least two or three thousand yuan.

Five hundred yuan was not a small amount in those years, but remember that Peng Fa had done nothing but run around the streets and lanes of the city contacting restaurants for several days in advance.

Ma Yongming didn’t wait for Yan Fei to ask more, and simply spilled it all: "Originally, he followed the wholesale price, and he didn’t mark it up much. Later, the ones he sold at retail were slightly higher priced, and he rounded down the change of about eight dimes per catty, which lost a lot of money. He also paid for the transportation costs out of the money he gave you, right? Anyway, in the end he was left with less than five hundred yuan."

Yan Fei didn’t know what to say. Ma Yongming continued to ask: "The more beef you slaughter in the future, the lower the wholesale price. It is estimated that the market won’t be able to accommodate that much beef in future, what will you do if you can’t sell it all?"

"Make beef jerky! Or contact other counties and see if someone wants it and let them come and get it. If there’s really no way, make it into beef jerky and sell it elsewhere. Or, I could bring it further out into cities like Provincial City, Jiang City, and Gao City, just take our time to sell it..."

"Forget it, let me lay it out for you!" Ma Yongming didn’t want to waste more time. "My point is, he’s not young anymore, running around unsettled like this doesn’t cut it. I want him to open a shop in the city, and you can directly deliver the beef there for him to wholesale, and slowly sell what’s left at retail. It can be a steady job, but he thinks it’s meaningless."

"What do you mean it’s meaningless?"

"He feels that if you deliver the beef and he doesn’t do anything but sell it, it’s like he’s making money off of you, which is meaningless." Ma Yongming glanced at Pang Fa, who was quietly picking watermelons in the distance. "Do you still remember what I told you before, that he almost drowned in the river and it was your grandfather who saved him?"

Yan Fei nodded.

Ma Yongming then continued: "He says he owes your family a favor. When we were pressing oil and grinding flour we did it with your advice. Now that you’re just starting to prosper, he has to think of you. He dares not raise the price of beef, fearing he won’t be able to sell it all and won’t know what to do with the leftovers. Beef costs a few bucks a pound, bringing it back and giving it away everywhere, you won’t make a penny. His thinking is not wrong, but he can’t do this! By the way, breakfast was a bit salty this morning. Do you have any water boiling?"