Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 918 - 502 Dahe Base_2

Chapter 918: Chapter 502 Dahe Base_2

Looking at Nie Haizheng’s somewhat skeptical gaze, Yan Fei smiled, "I’ve distributed over a thousand calves now, and the wages for my factory workers are even higher than those of the state-owned factories in our city. Do you think I could make so much money just on the price of ordinary beef? By the way, just to give you an idea, by the rate I’m earning money now, I make tens of millions a year."

What Yan Fei said was definitely an understatement, tens of millions could indeed mean four or five tens of millions a year.

Financial power is sometimes a symbol of strength, and hearing this, Nie Haizheng was completely at a loss for words.

After sending Nie Haizheng away, Old Pan began to think more. He was from the military, and he thought that Yan Fei’s beef was good and should be supplied to the troops. So he was even more concerned about this than Yan Fei.

With the main guest gone and he, the guide, still lingering, he helped to consider any oversights. Finally, unable to think of anything else, he made a suggestion to Yan Fei, "Tell me, Xiao Fei, what’s your political status now?"

Yan Fei paused; he understood what he was talking about. As he was trying to figure out whether he was still a member of the Young Pioneers or the Communist Youth League, Old Pan continued, "You should be proactive and apply to join the Party earlier, this way... "

"I’m not even of age yet!" Yan Fei interrupted him, feeling frustrated.

"Ah..." It was only then that Old Pan remembered his age and, with a look of consternation, simply waved his hand and left.

Who could blame them when Boss Yan’s assets and influence were so significant in Sancha River!

It was all too easy to overlook his age.

Following that, Yan Fei didn’t have any significant matters to attend to. Even if the military needed his supplies, it wasn’t something that could be decided immediately. Yan Fei finally had some time to continue staying at the school to be a student.

He spent his days as a student and a boss, and his nights venturing into the dinosaur world, sculpting his new domain.

After another trip to Japan to obtain several large cans of oil, the pace of construction surged, and quickly a large cattle ranch covering an unknowable number of acres was fully established.

In addition to the cattle farming areas, there were spaces for planting grass for grazing, and, of course, areas for planting crops to ensure that the laborers would not lack food when he became busy.

The laborers’ accommodations and the cattle sheds were built with scavenged construction materials to ensure durability, instead of using wood. The outer perimeter was built primarily of wood, with some construction materials as well.

In short, he used whatever was available. Yan Fei didn’t care if his base looked nice; as long as it was functional, that was all that mattered.

If you looked at the whole, the place was actually quite hideous. It turned out that the laborers weren’t all-purpose workers: the surrounding wall wasn’t even straight. The water tower they built was lopsided with a top that was somehow oval — but fortunately, since the materials were free and plentiful, it didn’t leak.

With enough diesel and gasoline, the construction machinery could be used from time to time. Plus, with a generator for electricity, this place, which Yan Fei named Dahe Base, could be considered modernized.

Even inside the small base, there were plenty of household appliances. Everything needed for eating, dressing, and living was abundant and guaranteed not to run out — all this stuff had been "borrowed" from Japan.

After the construction was completed, Yan Fei couldn’t be bothered to hold any ceremony and simply moved the cattle in, letting the laborers focus on breeding.

As for the sheer number of cattle and not enough hands, that wasn’t a problem. Since they were called laborers, they had to have the resolve of laborers.

Having provided them with so many materials to ensure their livelihood was to make them work — because there were so many cattle, they had to start working before dawn every day. Excluding other miscellaneous tasks, just feeding the cattle and cleaning up their dung was enough to keep them busy until dark, resulting in high-intensity labor without a moment’s rest.

These laborers could now communicate with each other in broken Chinese, proving the saying that pressure creates motivation. Although the labor was demanding, the living conditions were not bad at all — who wouldn’t want to be well-fed and clothed?

Boss Yan hadn’t heard a single complaint from any of the laborers, not a word — especially after he sent one lazy worker to be a guest at the Suchomimus family’s house outside.

Speaking of which, the Suchomimus family was now thriving more than ever. They were the designated bone-cleaning experts for Yan Fei. Whenever he hunted dinosaurs for food, he only took the parts of the meat he wanted, and the rest was given to them. They chewed off the flesh and left the bones to be turned into bone meal.

Because of this, the Suchomimus family became especially close to Yan Fei. Especially the younger Suchomimuses, who would often wander over and patrol around the small base like guard dogs.

After Dahe Base was fully completed, Yan Fei’s life became even more leisurely.

Every day he went to school, strolled around the cattle ranch, read the newspapers, laughed gleefully, and enjoyed life — except for the fact that the police station had a new deputy chief approaching retirement age. This deputy chief never meddled much in other people’s affairs and didn’t roam around the town unless necessary, preferring to loiter around the cattle ranch.

In Sancha River town, there were plenty of informants willing to provide Yan Fei with information and advice.

Therefore, Yan Fei was clearly aware of the deputy chief’s intentions — even without any reminder, he could have guessed it. It was probably due to the frightening efficiency of his recent actions, and someone likely became anxious and sent an informant to keep a watchful eye on him.