From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Chapter 102: 15? 80? Isn’t This the Price of Pork?

When he first retired from service, Xiao Chen had asked if he was willing to stay by his side. But at the time, all Ji Wan could think about was going home to inherit a family fortune worth tens of millions and thousands of cattle, sheep, and horses; he just wasn’t interested.

But when he returned to the ranch, he discovered life was completely different from what he had imagined. He spent his days either herding on the grassland or on the road transporting livestock—a far cry from the luxurious life he had fantasized about.

Furthermore, after going through some things better left unsaid, he came to understand that a person needs more than just money—they need backing!

It was nearly ten o’clock by the time Su Chen and his group left the hotel.

Ji Wan’s ride was a pickup truck. Su Chen didn’t recognize the model, but it seemed like a convenient vehicle for the grasslands.

Soon... the two cars exited the hotel parking lot, one after the other, and headed straight for the northern suburbs.

Outside the city limits of Xilinhot lay a boundless grassland. Even though it was already November, patches of green could still be seen on the prairie.

"Old Jiang, what do you think happens to the free-range cattle and sheep when it snows here? Do they just get locked up in their pens?" Su Chen asked suddenly, gazing out the window at the vast grassland.

Old Jiang looked utterly baffled. ’Is it polite to ask this question of someone who lives in Xiangjiang?’ he complained silently.

A hush fell over the car. Just when Su Chen thought no one knew the answer, Xiao Peng, who was driving, spoke up. "Sir, I actually know a little about that."

"Oh? Go on," Su Chen said, turning his gaze from the window to Xiao Peng.

It was no wonder Su Chen was curious. It gets incredibly cold in the north, with temperatures sometimes dropping to thirty or forty degrees below zero. ’How do the cattle and sheep make it safely through the harsh winter?’

"Take the Wuzhumuqin sheep from the Wuzhumuqin Grassland, for instance. They’re also called fat-tailed sheep—nicknamed the ’Kardashians’ of the ovine world. As winter approaches, they store fat in their tails, so from behind, it looks like they’re carrying a big backpack. That, combined with their thick fleece, allows them to withstand the severe cold. They’re generally let out to graze during the day to find grass under the snow, then herded back into their pens at night."

Su Chen nodded thoughtfully. Then, a thought occurred to him, and he teased, "I didn’t realize you were such an expert on the subject, Xiao Peng!"

Xiao Peng gave an embarrassed laugh. "Heh heh... Sir, it’s just some research I did online beforehand."

"Hmm." Su Chen gave a slight nod and turned his gaze back to the window.

Xiao Peng glanced in the rearview mirror. When he saw Su Chen looking out the window again, a flicker of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Are we here?" Su Chen asked as a row of Mongolian yurts came into view.

The words had barely left his mouth when he saw Ji Wan’s car turn toward the yurts.

The moment their car stopped, two burly Mongolian men approached, beaming.

As Su Chen stepped out of the car, he was momentarily taken aback by the sheer bulk of the muscles on the lead man’s face.

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