Zhang Lisheng had no idea who would use Mountain Cat as bait to lure him into the underworld. He had no idea who would use Mountain Cat as bait to lure him into the underworld because of his bad luck and wanted to kill him with a borrowed knife before he died. He had no idea who would use Mountain Cat as bait to lure him into attacking.
After thinking about it, the only thing he could do was to be more careful and cautious when he used his wizard worm in the future. Not only that, he must break through to Rank-6 Wizard as soon as possible and master the transformation power to break away from being a mortal so that he could protect himself in front of a real powerful enemy.
"Lisheng, why are you spacing out again? We're going to the gown store."
"Are you guys done?"
"Of course, look, we've finished all the desserts," Tina shook the glass that was filled with cream ice cream.
"Let's go then, did you guys drive?"
"We usually have a driver to drive us to the gown store. That's the battlefield of the ladies in New York," Tina said as she took out her phone from her handbag and pressed it twice. Tina took out her phone from her handbag and pressed it twice as she spoke. Soon, a bright silver Maybach limousine drove over slowly and stopped by the side of the road.
Then, a driver in his fifties wearing a blue bowler hat and a light blue uniform ran out of the car politely and opened the back door of the car that was facing Tina.
Tina, Sheila, and Trish stood up slowly and got into the car. Zhang Lisheng got into the car after paying the bill with a helpless expression.
The driver pushed the door open softly and turned back to the driver's seat before starting the car.
To a man, the thing that was more tiring than accompanying a woman to try on a gown was undoubtedly accompanying three women to try on a gown. Not only that, but he had to endure some strange women that he did not know who were commenting on him that they thought were private.
Three hours later, it was evening. Zhang Lisheng walked out of a gown store called America's Beauty in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. He breathed in the warm air and said to Tina who was satisfied while looking haggard, "This is my first and last time entering a gown store …"
"Thanks for the hard work, baby. Don't worry, I only have one birthday in my life, you don't have to come anymore." Tina gave him a blank check while giggling, "Thanks for the hard work. Where do you want to go for dinner? I'll treat you."
"It's alright, I promised mom to go home for dinner tonight."
"Oh, I forgot that other than being my baby, you're also mom's baby."
"Tina Douglin, shut up."
"Okay, I'll shut up after one more sentence.
Get in the car. I'll send you back to Fifth Avenue to get your car. "
"No, I want to take a walk and think about things. You guys go ahead and eat." Zhang Lisheng waved his hand and declined Tina's kindness. He turned around and strolled away along the brightly lit bustling street.
In the next few days, the news about the construction of the new port spread throughout New York. As time went by, the slaughterhouse that Zhang Lisheng was still building suddenly became popular out of nowhere.
It was Saturday again, and the weather in early summer was very pleasant. More and more returning migratory birds began to sing on the trees that had already sprouted green.
Due to the fact that he had to attend Tina and the other two's birthday party in the afternoon, Zhang Lisheng who had been cultivating for the whole night rushed to Mutteslow's construction site while carrying Mountoad while listening to the birds chirping early in the morning.
It was just past 9 am when he arrived at the construction site. The young man got out of the car with the leftover pork pancake that Lili made last night in his mouth. He saw Pinocchio who was patrolling the construction site with a hard hat in his eyes. He ran to greet him immediately, "Good morning, Mr. Pinocchio."
"Good morning, Mr. Zhang Lisheng. Are you here to see your factory again? Don't worry, it's almost done. You can move the machines in ten days at most."
"The construction progress on the report is similar to what you said but Mr. Pinocchio, I don't even see a half-meter tall workshop here. I really can't imagine that this is how the first phase of the project looks like when it's almost completed," Zhang Lisheng pointed at the bare ground and said.
"The most difficult part of this project is digging a solid trench and laying a good foundation. As for the workshop, it'll be done in less than two days as long as we pour the cement blocks."
"That's amazing."
"The workshop that you're looking for only has one floor … Forget it, Mr. Zhang.
Forget it, Mr. Zhang. All you need to know is that your factory will soon be able to operate. "
Zhang Lisheng nodded, "Will you guys continue to build the second phase right after the first phase is done?"
"Yes, the contract is for three phases of the project. The first phase is the biggest, the remaining two phases …"
As Pinocchio was speaking, a typical American muscle pickup truck that was so dirty that its color could not be seen drove into the construction site recklessly all of a sudden.
After the pickup truck stopped, a white man with a mustache and a cowboy hat popped out from the driver's seat high above. "Hey guys, who's the boss here?"
"Sh * t, don't tell me it's some greedy guy from some construction company's union again?" Pinocchio mumbled and waved. "I'm … I'm the project manager here, sir."
"Hi, Mr. Manager.
I heard that there's a big slaughterhouse being built near Mutteslow. May I know if it's here? " The cowboy got off the car. He had a muscular body that was at least 195 centimeters tall. His big leather boots that had spurs made a light 'zi zi …' sound when he stepped on the cement floor. He walked to Pinocchio in big strides.
"Yes."
"Then can you help me contact the owner of this factory? I'm the owner of Hamilton Farm in California, Jonah Hamilton. I'd like to talk to him about a business deal."
"I'm the owner of this new slaughterhouse, Zhang Lisheng. What business do you have to talk to me about, Mr. Hamilton?"
The cowboy was stunned and looked at Zhang Lisheng carefully. "You're such a young factory owner. Of course, I can't really tell an Asian's age … Oh, I've said too much.
I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else. I'm just saying that it's nice to meet you, Mr. Zhang. "He shook Zhang Lisheng's hand hard.
"It's okay, I understand what you mean.
Please just say what you want, "Zhang Lisheng said while moving his fingers slowly while putting his hand behind his back that was hurting.
"Alright, Mr. Zhang. I'd like to sign a long-term slaughterhouse contract with you …"
"You're thinking too far, Mr. Hamilton. Your farm is in California, we can talk about it after the new New York port is opened …"
"When the new New York port is opened, your slaughterhouse's slaughterhouse's quota would've been booked by the farm owners in the villages around New York City."
"I don't want to lie to you, Mr. Hamilton. My situation here might not be as optimistic as you think.
I found out recently that my self-service slaughtering fee of 50 dollars for a pig, 150 dollars for a cow and 40 dollars for a sheep seems to be hard for people to accept. "
"This price is indeed not cheap for slaughterhouses in other cities but it's very reasonable for slaughterhouses around New York City.
The maintenance fee for a slaughterhouse here must be higher. On top of that, New York City has enough high-end meat consumers. Fresh meat can be sold at a higher price compared to other places. Moreover, the agricultural tax can offset part of your price increase, "Hamilton said while smiling.
The most common channel to sell fresh meat in America was the supermarket counter. Meanwhile, the supermarkets in big cities in America were roughly divided into three types according to different communities. The most common one was the ordinary supermarket with a complete range of goods and daily necessities of various brands and prices.
Another one was the so-called 'civilian supermarket' with a single product brand that emphasized on being cheap and affordable. Of course, the quality was basically guaranteed as well.
The last one was the luxury supermarket in the high-class community. The price of the product would make ordinary middle-class people dumbfounded when they walked in. Take raw meat as an example, the price of meat that seemed to be the same in the same supermarket could be three times different sometimes, let alone the difference in prices of different supermarkets.
Apart from the difference in the breed of the livestock, the most crucial factor to distinguish whether a piece of raw meat was sold at a staggering price or sold for one or two dollars per pound was the time it was put on the shelf.
No matter how fresh the frozen meat looked, it would definitely be sold at a very low price. In New York, fresh meat that was sent to the city after being slaughtered for less than three hours would not enter the supermarket at all. Instead, it would be ordered by all the high-end restaurants directly.
Therefore, one could say that the only way to conquer the high-end meat market in a metropolis like New York in America was quality and freshness.
As the biggest farming state in America, the quality of the livestock in California was undoubtedly guaranteed. However, it was impossible for them to compete with the farms around New York City in terms of freshness.
However, there was a way to solve this problem coincidentally. It was a smooth sea transportation and a slaughterhouse that was close to the harbor.
Naturally, even if that was the case, the California farm's production cost would undoubtedly be much higher than the New York farm's when the same raw meat was shipped to New York. However, there was still profit to be had after all.
Zhang Lisheng had always been running the slaughterhouse, so it was only natural that he could not figure out what was going on. When he heard that Hamilton agreed with his pricing, he said casually, "I can't believe a New York farm owner would understand the difficulty I'm facing …"
"I understand your difficulties and I can help you solve them, Mr. Zhang.
I can sign a contract with you to slaughter 10,000 cows, 20,000 pigs and 15,000 lambs a year based on your pricing of 50 dollars for pigs, 150 dollars for cows and 40 dollars for lambs. What do you think? "
"Oh, but I-I'm running my slaughterhouse on a self-service basis …"
"Of course, I'll pay for the workers while you'll only pay for the space and machines.
I'll pay 30% as a down payment and I'll transfer it to your account right after the contract is signed. I'll pay the rest once I slaughter a batch of livestock. It'll be an instant transaction with no delay. "
"Oh, oh, that's … that's quite a sincere offer. It seems like I'll have to call my business consultant, please wait for a while." Zhang Lisheng was shocked by the California farm owner's good offer. He thought about it and took a few steps back. He then took out his phone and called Tina.
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