Then someone praised, asking what kind of humanitarianism is this? In reality, it was all just polite remarks. The guys present, especially the ranchers, how many cows do their ranches slaughter each year! These are the true executioners behind the scenes. Some people thought about how Boss Yan was frighteningly young back then. The world has never been short of geniuses, and in recent years, the new young billionaires are each alarmingly young. Over in Silicon Valley, any young person can mess around with some software, and suddenly it’s developed, and the valuation casually estimated at tens to hundreds of billions. Even though there’s an economic crisis now, and some feel the internet bubble will continue forever, the names of those young geniuses are not easily forgotten. It’s just that the industries are different, and the challenges vary. The electronics industry is an emerging one, so it’s destined to see a large number of new aristocrats in humanity. And the ranching industry, well, there’s no need to mention how ancient this industry is. The older the industry, the harder it is to produce new aristocrats, because countless people are researching, and the entire industry model has been solidified. To emerge suddenly in such an industry, relying on a single technology to reach the peak, is even more difficult. But these are things others worry about. Yan Fei is quite interested in what those experts are currently researching. Building a car behind closed doors won’t work; one can always improve from others. To truly understand the current cutting-edge technology, just reading those top academic journals worldwide isn’t enough. The best way is to chat with these experts, see what everyone’s opinions are. Scholars are usually ; most scholars’ physiques are negligible, but when it comes to the ideas in their minds, they’re never short of them. Of course, many ideas are destined to be impossible to implement, or they’re discovered to be infeasible after initial research. However, many ideas might hide the next ’Nobel prize’; it depends on who can seize the key points and persist in researching them. The key is that Australia doesn’t have much world-class technology, and everyone is not currently discussing specific research, they’re just delving into certain issues a little deeper, which is completely fine. Before the gathering ended, these experts no longer saw Yan Fei as a foreigner. Some experts from research centers even directly invited Yan Fei to visit their places. After the gathering, politely declining several enthusiastic dinner invitations, Yan Fei and his wife prepared to go back. Actually, it was because he noticed his wife wasn’t looking very spirited, otherwise, he planned to interact more with these people. For example, there were several big ranchers whose combined ranches exceeded tens of thousands of square kilometers—this number is terrifying, many small countries in the world aren’t that big. Yan Fei’s ranch is just over two thousand square kilometers, even if you add the newly auctioned land around those two mines, turning it all into a ranch, it would only be just over three thousand square kilometers. Moreover, in terms of construction, Morning Glory Ranch can’t compare to those well-established ranches at all. The land development and facilities there leave him far behind—had he not been so enamored by warmth and comfort, he would have wanted to ’visit and learn’ from those faraway large ranches earlier. Today happens to be an opportunity to go openly. It’s a pity his wife isn’t feeling well, otherwise, he could’ve gone. Driving out of the city to a deserted place, Yan Fei drives the car into the ranch, letting his wife rest. Then he gathers a group of laborers to help brainstorm and complete his wife’s advertisement shooting plan. It takes about a dozen hours to calculate returning to the ranch, as long as he arrives by midnight, there’s no rush. At night, in a small tavern in North Sea Town. Jiang Lianjian watched Old Cui chatting enthusiastically in broken English with a very muscular young lady, feeling a little helpless as he chatted with the girl next to him. Life around here is just this bit of entertainment now. However, Xiaojiang has too old-fashioned thinking, and he still can’t accept easily dating a girl from another country. Although this girl also has black hair, it is said that she has a bit of Latin blood and looks quite in line with his aesthetic. Precisely because she fits his aesthetic, he chatted a bit more with her, otherwise, like other girls, he would’ve ignored them directly and wouldn’t have given them a chance to hit on him. Little did they know that this ’cool’ act of his actually attracted more girls. Besides, someone who has served in the military, whether on the Sancha River or in Australia, has always adhered to his exercise habits, almost like an ascetic. This is precisely why he is more attractive to girls. Who doesn’t like a man who looks particularly disciplined, cool, reportedly has a military background, and is quite handsome? Different aesthetics say a lot. In fact, Xiaojiang is not really considered handsome, even compared to those comrades who came with him; he wouldn’t stand out. Relatively, his features are a bit too ’tough,’ which in the aesthetics of Sancha River, is merely average. Who knew that upon arriving here, he would become so attractive! Regarding this, Old Cui is frustrated to death, watching him every day, feeling quite helpless, can only be a supporting sidekick when they go out together. Being a sidekick also has its advantages; because Xiaojiang, this ’flower,’ is prickly, being a supporting sidekick benefits as there are always girls who, seeing they can’t have the ’flower,’ settle for the sidekick instead. Although known initially for being ’tight-lipped,’ Old Cui, however, has quite a knack for flirting with these open-minded foreign girls. Even if not very attractive-looking, his thick skin prevails—having the first requirement to flirt; with a few sweet words, the opportunity grows significantly. Hence, Old Cui is thriving here, despite his low cultural awareness and poor English skills. Even these turn into advantages—some girls find this charming! God knows what is charming about a reformed ex-con. The girl in front of Xiaojiang is called Michelle, the daughter of the town’s sheriff. She’s much younger than Xiaojiang, seemingly just twenty. But she’s friendly, and in the eyes of foreigners, Chinese appear relatively young. Although Xiaojiang is several years her senior, she obviously doesn’t mind. Seeing him not speaking, she jabbered on about everything from her childhood to her current attendance at a third-rate university—yes, the young girl hasn’t graduated yet! From Xiaojiang’s perspective, talking to a girl who hasn’t completed her studies makes him feel guilty. So, occasionally he glanced over to see if Old Cui was succeeding in his flirting. If he failed, they would return early; if successful, he’d wait longer, as that guy might need to do some physical exercise before returning. At one such glance, he noticed something off. Old Cui’s face suddenly went stiff, as he walked aside. The girl laughing heartily at his attempts earlier now wore a surprised, slightly frightened look. Behind Old Cui was a guy wearing sunglasses tightly adhering to him, looking every bit like a thug. Almost instantly, Xiaojiang deduced that Old Cui was being held hostage. Thinking quickly, Xiaojiang stood up, telling the girl in front of him to wait a second, grabbed the bottle on the table, and walked towards them. Regardless of whether he could successfully rescue him, he definitely wouldn’t sit and watch Old Cui being taken away. By this time, it was relatively late, and the people in the tavern had mostly drunk enough, paying little attention to Old Cui and the unusual situation behind him. The tavern wasn’t large, with just over ten tables and a space for dancing. Holding the bottle, Xiaojiang took a few steps, almost reaching Old Cui, when Old Cui blinked at him. For a moment, Xiaojiang was puzzled; Old Cui should have seen him when he stood up. They came in pairs tonight, knowing each other’s positions clearly. What’s the meaning of that blink now? The next second, Old Cui suddenly dodged, swiftly grabbing a large wine bottle from the nearby table, and amidst a gunshot, successfully smashed it over the head of the person behind him. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelꜰire.net