Chapter 2000: Chapter 939: Picking Up the Director; Lawrence’s Utter Admiration (Part 2) Once everyone was seated in the office, a middle-aged female secretary prepared coffee for the guests and exchanged a few pleasantries. Only then did Lawrence turn serious: “I wonder how many cattle Boss Yan is planning to sell at once. As far as I know, the cattle on your ranch haven’t been there long, right?” “I’m planning to sell eleven cows,” Yan Fei replied with a smile. Originally, it was twelve, but one was slaughtered yesterday, so only eleven could be sold; no more were available. Upon hearing Yan Fei’s words, Lawrence and his middle-aged secretary were both visibly incredulous. It took a while for Lawrence to respond, and he dryly laughed: “Mr. Yan must be joking, eleven cows?” Yan Fei grinned and signaled to Xu Xiaoyan beside him, who then took a document from her bag and handed it over: “This is the appraisal certificate for the cattle we raised domestically and shipped to America. Premium-grade beef, even priced a bit higher than America’s premium-grade beef.” “…” Lawrence was too shocked to speak and started reading the document. Although Australia’s agriculture and animal husbandry are advanced, in terms of high-quality beef, it can’t compare to Japan and is somewhat behind America—after all, people often say a foreign monk chants better sutras. “This… seems to be from last year?” Lawrence asked after a long pause. “Yes, but now we have a batch sent over every month, with a new certificate issued each time, just not mailed over,” Yan Fei replied calmly. “I’m merely using it as proof. Many of our cattle are raised from a young age back home. And through recent research, I’ve discovered that the reason Australia’s beef quality doesn’t measure up to Japan’s isn’t entirely due to the cow breed but rather the feeding methods.” “Feeding methods?” Lawrence was immediately skeptical, and even the secretary beside him showed a hint of displeasure. Australia is a livestock power. Although its high-quality beef falls short of the world’s top-tier, in terms of exports and economic benefits, it’s even ahead of China—at least so far, apart from morning glories, the exported Chinese beef is truly negligible. “I know you might not like hearing this, or believe that China’s beef exports are few,” Yan Fei chuckled. “But in terms of breeding history, I’m not talking about the entirety of China, but my hometown… we’ve been taming cattle for over ten thousand years, with documented history going back six thousand years. In cattle raising, my beef can prove itself.” “I’ve simply optimized our local cattle breeding techniques through scientific means and have cultivated beef equating to the world’s top quality. This is irrefutable.” In most cases, this is a results-oriented world. As long as the results are there, the process is honestly not important. As long as Yan Fei can prove his beef quality, no matter what he says… others can only listen. If you’re talking about history, I’m sorry: I’m not targeting anyone in particular; what I’m saying is that all countries in the world now are rubbish! Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NovєlFіre.net Lawrence hesitated for a long time before cautiously speaking: “Then, can you confirm that the beef produced from the cows you’re about to sell will all be of the highest quality? Most of your purchases are…” “Regardless of the breed,” Yan Fei interrupted Lawrence with a wave. “As long as you’ve mastered the scientific breeding techniques, there’s no need to care about the breed.” Lawrence was at a loss for words. As someone in the industry, he naturally understood what it would mean for a local ranch to suddenly produce a piece of world-class beef—it would symbolize progress for the entire industry. Considering beef quality’s price based on grades, if all Australian ranches could catch on even a little, slightly improving beef quality—even just a bit—would mean a substantial increase in income for the entire Australia. “The quality of the beef is absolutely guaranteed; I can assure you of that,” Yan Fei thought for a moment, then nodded towards Old Chen. Chen Yingjun stood up, took a bag from himself, retrieved a box, and opened it to reveal a piece of beef wrapped in cling film: “This is a sample from a cow we slaughtered last night.” Yan Fei continued: “To ensure a surprise for everyone, I hope you keep it confidential when you test this beef.” “I understand, I understand!” Lawrence’s eyes widened, staring at the beef. “Such beautiful marbling, I’ve never seen beef . Is it really from yesterday? It looks so fresh, like it was just slaughtered. With this quality, it doesn’t even need testing, it’s stunning…” Muttering, Lawrence’s already flushed face seemed even redder now. His secretary wasn’t oblivious either, and perhaps also wasn’t exactly a secretary, as he leaned closer—so much so that even Chen Yingjun’s eyes began to glow, as if witnessing something beautiful. Yan Fei rolled his eyes in disdain, “How can you have such peculiar taste at your age, Old Chen!” Don’t forget, you have a wife waiting at home!