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Chapter 944 - 513 Outstanding Entrepreneur Yan Fei_2

Chapter 944: Chapter 513 Outstanding Entrepreneur Yan Fei_2

There’s no need to dwell on the matters from the dinner table. By the time of the meeting the next day, Yan Fei had acquired a "new toy," a new smartphone worth several thousand yuan—Old Yi from the telecommunications company made good on his word and directly brought the new phone to him.

Cell phones were beginning to become ever smaller; at least they no longer could serve the function of a brick. As for appearance, you could forget about it—most were a nondescript black, and their features were quite basic, even if their prices were anything but, with the internal price still being several thousand yuan.

The main focus of today’s meeting was for private entrepreneurs to share their success stories. To be honest, apart from people like Yan Fei who had become wealthy purely by chance, most others in attendance found the stories quite relatable.

The organizers knew how to keep things interesting, too, waiting until everyone had taken a trip down memory lane before moving on to discuss issues of general concern. For example, starting next year, what preferential policies the city would offer private businesses and certain special industries.

There were plenty of those, some had existed before but hadn’t garnered much attention—such as preferential policies for enterprises employing a certain percentage of disabled workers within their workforce, and so on.

After the main event, there was the giving of mementos, followed by eating and drinking—as for those three young men who had been parked in by Yan Fei’s proactive "car moving" the day before, they were nowhere to be seen today.

Instead, a middle-aged man came over at the dinner table, speaking to Yan Fei in a roundabout way for the longest time, until Yan Fei finally understood that this man was the boss of the three young men from yesterday. The boss had been busy with other matters during yesterday’s meeting, so he had his son fill in for him for one day, not expecting the son to bring two friends and offend someone.

Yan Fei had long since forgotten about the incident, but after clinking glasses and knocking back a drink with the boss, even such a minor transgression as this, hardly worth mentioning on a holiday, was easily put to rest.

There’s a saying that to be in the same trade is to be enemies, but Yan Fei’s line of business had virtually no competition with the other entrepreneurs present.

Although Wan City was a cattle breeding area with quite a number of breeders, the scale was nowhere near comparable. Including the Beef Cattle Research Institute, their main focus was on breeding bulls, and there was talk that Japan might be pulling out soon. Since Yan Fei’s beef was primarily supplied to other regions, there was no question of "enemies."

In such a situation, making friends was very easy indeed.

After dinner, Yan Fei had Heizi drive back while he strolled to the park to kill time, watching his pager, thinking of quickly using his mobile phone to call back Xu Xiaoyan when she paged him, to make sure she took note of his new number.

When four or five o’clock rolled around, he received a call—Old Yi from the telecommunications company asking where he was, inviting him to dinner and drinks.

After a meal accompanied by plenty of alcohol, Yan Fei was quite content—everyone knew what such a dinner invitation from Old Yi implied. The dishes kept coming non-stop; why else would there be such a display of extravagance?

In such circumstances, Yan Fei, tasked with drinking, was very satisfied indeed.

Not only that, but once Old Yi had arranged for his guests from the inspection to be escorted to a hotel, he slapped Yan Fei’s shoulder with a chuckle, not knowing quite what to say.

After a moment’s thought, he could only say, "Brother Yan, you’re really solid. I’m at a loss for words. Here’s the thing, there might not be much I can help with, but within my jurisdiction, you just say the word. If you ever need to buy more phones or phone numbers, just call me—don’t you dare be shy ..."

No wonder Old Yi was being so courteous; Yan Fei, the "big drinker," was truly a treasure—no one knew when a sudden inspection from above might occur again, and they might need his help. Could Old Yi afford to have a bad attitude?

As for matters like ordering beef jerky, he could just delegate it to someone else. Old Yi himself had drunk quite a bit and was starting to feel the effects.

Someone wanted to arrange a hotel for Yan Fei, but he declined, claiming he had a place to stay. In truth, as soon as he left the dining location, he found a secluded corner and headed straight for Sancha River.

To assess how impressive someone is, you just need to look at what they do day in and day out.

Boss Yan had just indulged in several lavish meals in the city, and then he took his seat again, this time in the lobby of the county guesthouse, attending a local Tanghe County entrepreneurs’ camellia blossom gathering.

This event was somewhat less prestigious than the one in the city, with other cattle farming magnates from around the region attending, although these "magnates" were just suppliers for Yan Fei. Having cemented relationships with people like Old Niu in the city, this conference for Yan Fei was just another playful day.

Secretary Jiao had actually wanted Yan Fei to give a talk, but Yan Fei flatly refused to do so, and in the end, Secretary Jiao’s assistant, Xiao Zhao, ended up introducing his "advanced" experience for him—that of pursuing a high-end boutique approach.

Sadly, this was preaching to the choir as far as the small county was concerned—it was tough for the local businesses to reach that level.

Nevertheless, Yan Fei took home another plaque, honored as the "County’s Outstanding Entrepreneur of the Year."

After that, Yan Fei made another trip to the city. The power plant hosted him as a guest for a drinking session, bagging several orders in the process.

Next was a dinner invitation from Shenguan Group, continuing his role as a partner drinker. Besides the orders, word was that Boss Yan was brewing and selling his own liquor. They said that if he wanted to scale up production significantly, they were willing to provide the base spirits at any time. Just make a call—the price wouldn’t disappoint.

Had someone else received this offer, they would likely have rushed home to expand their brewery. But Boss Yan’s ambitions lay elsewhere, and the promise went unused. Though it wouldn’t be right to call it a waste—the friendship was established, and sooner or later, his beef jerky would be part of their welfare offerings, ensuring he wouldn’t lose out.