"Brother Fei, how much do you think our cattle will sell for at the auction later?" Heizi whispered nearby. Yan Fei reached out and took another business card, thought for a moment: "Anyway, they ought to give me at least a hundred thousand, eighty thousand, right? Dollars." "Are you crazy, or did I hear you wrong?" Lin Baoguo’s eyes widened instantly. "A hundred thousand, eighty thousand, and in dollars... let me do the math, one dollar equals over eight bucks, and you want to sell one cow for more than 800,000? If they can sell for that much, why am I even working? I should raise cattle for you instead, and I wouldn’t even ask for much, just one cow a year would suffice..." "Are you serious?" Yan Fei turned his head and asked earnestly—another person came over to hand him a business card, and he accepted it, making a greeting. There’s no helping it, he’s the main character now, and everyone wants to connect with him; even if they don’t have a chance to buy the beef this time, they at least want to get familiar. Lin Baoguo awkwardly wanted to nod but couldn’t; the information gap was just too large! He already felt he’d learned a lot today. To be honest, the several days of tourism, the way Yan Fei spent money extravagantly every day, and the shock from those foreign girls in bikinis on the beach couldn’t match today’s. He just couldn’t figure out why selling a few cows was causing the whole city to be so excited. It felt like a festival. Now, even eating a piece of beef, everyone looked as if they’d had too much to drink, which really reshaped his worldview! But in reality, situations like his—where locals are oblivious to how impressive their ordinary things are until taken abroad—are very common. Many things considered mundane in China can utterly amaze foreigners—no need to provide examples. Lin Baoguo wasn’t an idiot; after a bit of thought, he understood some things. Faced with Yan Fei’s seriousness, he didn’t dare to speak up! "Hmph!" Yan Fei let out a cold laugh. "Can’t find your voice now, huh? Knew you wouldn’t dare to bet, hahahaha..." This string of laughter made Lin Baoguo absolutely furious; he raised a hand as if to slam the table, but seeing so many people around, he instead scratched his head, lowered his hand, and said with a stern face: "I don’t want to argue with you..." Ultimately, even he didn’t have much confidence anymore—after all, he knew very well that when it came to business acumen, he couldn’t even compare to a single hair of this savvy nephew. Yan Fei laughed heartily, though he felt a twinge of disappointment in his heart; he almost managed to coax this uncle into joining him! Others worry about family business management issues, fear that relatives can’t be controlled, and that mishandling problems would lead to chaos. Yan Fei didn’t worry. He welcomed anyone—even if someone dipped their hands into the profits, it wasn’t a problem. There was a limit to such personal skimming; as long as Yan Fei was around, the business assuredly brought in profits better than robbing a bank, so he wasn’t concerned about anything else. Moreover, earning money to help out relatives was just normal—influences growing up with Blacksmith Yan left certain principles in Yan Fei’s bones. In his view, having money while having a bunch of destitute relatives wouldn’t be success. Of course, the premise was that these relatives were acceptable in his eyes. Those who showed no real connection, unwilling to contribute, and somehow emerged empty-handed demanding benefits based on past kindness, Yan Fei couldn’t be bothered— even if he were to give them money, at least contribute a bit? Just babbling and expecting cash handouts was unacceptable to anyone! Yan Fei thought he might still have a chance to provoke Lin Baoguo, as he mentioned before how Director Lin, during his days as Xiaobin, wouldn’t forget even if given five bucks! If Lin Baoguo were willing to join, what’s one cow a year... Google seaʀᴄh novel★fire.net Yet before he could come up with a plan, Zavier and a squad of big wigs who’d eaten well but not their fill lined up with their drinks, leaving Yan Fei no chance to continue his banter! Everyone had tasted the beef, and before the auction even began, not even waiting for the final detailed results to come out, President Patrick of the Australia Meat and Livestock Association chartered a plane and arrived. The association had been monitoring events in Amora City closely. As each evaluation was concluded, the association promptly decided to first invite Yan Fei into their fold. Attracting people typically boils down to fame and fortune. Offering riches to someone who not long ago was in the mining business appeared both costly and potentially ineffective—once the news broke, the association thoroughly investigated Boss Yan’s actions since arriving in Australia. Every action conveyed three words: "Money’s no issue." So deciding how to entice Yan Fei was simplicity itself for the association. The most straightforward approach would be to have Yan Fei join Australia, making him part of the country so all the glory would belong to Australia. However, even an assembly of social elites couldn’t devise a method. They could only track Boss Yan’s actions, but none could fathom his thoughts. It was only clear he had ambitious plans with his pasture acquisitions. Observing the resultant developments, it appeared his moves were under firm control. No one could predict Yan Fei’s next step, so the best current strategy was to establish some status for him in Australia—a temporary means to draw him in. Then there were honorary citizenships and the like. In any case, for someone able to elevate an entire industry’s reputation while bringing tremendous benefits to a country, there was never too much effort in winning them over.