The sea orchid chickens were struggling to walk on the grass. They were not as big as their fists. The grass was too high for the chickens.

These were bought by Guo’s mother in Norton Town yesterday. Hundreds of little guys with yellow feathers wandered around in groups. The insects and seeds on the ground were enough for them to eat, so they could be stocked.

Little Hanxuan was lying under the eaves to read a book. Today was sunny, and the sun was very comfortable on his body. Fat Ding was curled up next to the boy, sweeping around with his big tail.

It has grown a lot these days, and the yellow and white fluff is very smooth to the touch. At this moment, it is grabbed by its owner and turned around and looked at the boy innocently with its big eyes.

Han Xuan put the book in his hand next to the table, and the cover reads "The Forest of Norway", which was just published by Haruki Murakami in 1987.

A few days ago, a lot of things were delivered with the truck of the SoS convenience store. Several of the large boxes of books were selected by Mr. Han himself and prepared for his grandson. This is just one of them.

The book has been read, and the little boy sighed in his heart about Watanabe and Naoko's mixed love. When the father in the room saw his expression, he sat beside him and picked up the book, looked through a few pages and said, "Oh, son, you still look like this type."

The boy replied angrily: "I'm not young anymore, okay."

"Yes, they are all seven years old."

The boy rolled his eyes wide to his father, bent down and hugged Fat Ding in his arms, leaned back on the chair to bask in the sun.

It has been three days since Albert left, and only one phone call was made during this period.

He told Han's father that he spent $1.4 million to buy 1,350 Angus calves at Terley Ranch.

Half of them are half-sized cattle with a size of 300 to 400 kilograms, and they can be sold for six to eight months, which is very cost-effective.

Limuzanniu also learned about the news that a ranch specializing in selling these calves, and now there are a group of them to be slaughtered, just negotiate the price.

But the horse breeding cattle that Han Xuan cares the most has not been heard from. Albert went to Grand Falls in person, and it seemed that the exact situation would be known soon.

Nowadays, only Wagyu beef is produced in Japan. Unlike later, there are farms in Australia, North and South America, and "Kobe beef" is everywhere.

Now there are only two Michelin three-star restaurants in the United States that use Kobe beef, both of which are regarded as signature dishes because there is too little of this beef and often out of stock. As long as it can be cultivated in large quantities, the market prospects for Kobe beef are very broad.

Unfortunately, it was useless to be anxious. Han Xuan stretched and fell asleep in a daze.

My father turned his head and looked over, quietly covered him with a blanket, and walked towards the sheep pen.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sun hangs slanted on the treetops and will soon set.

Han Xuan was woken up by a ringtone. No one was there at home, and the phone kept ringing again, so he walked into the house with his eyes half open and picked it up.

"This is the Snow Mountain Ranch Home. Who are you?" the boy reached out and rubbed his eyes, picked up the microphone and asked.

There was a British accent inside: "I'm Albert, boy, is your dad at home?"

"It seems they are not here, is there anything?"

"When your father comes back, he tells him that I have found the Japanese and his cows are not for sale yet. If you need it, please come to Grand Falls as soon as possible. He will return to Japan at noon tomorrow."

"Yeah, Albert." Han Xuan turned around and walked to the door before he woke up completely. He looked at the table in a daze and turned around and ran outside.

I asked a construction worker on the side of the road and knew that his father was at the farm. I met Han Qianshan who happened to be home halfway through.

"Dad, Albert has found that Japanese!" the boy said gasping.

Han’s father patted his son’s back and asked curiously: “Why do you care about those cows? Isn’t it all in the house?”

"Oh, don't worry, go."

"Boy, I don't care who I care about, where to go? Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

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The straight road is planted with unknown green shrubs, and small white flowers are blooming between the branches and leaves, which is very beautiful.

A huge field mouse crossed the road, and suddenly a roar of a motor came from the right side. The red figure quickly passed through its head, scaring the field mouse silly. It took a long time to leave tremblingly.

The evening breeze blew on his body, and the sunset was the afterglow of the sunset, and the surroundings were like fiery red circles, covering the father and son.

Han Qianshan was wearing a dark toad mirror on his nose. He was confused at this time. He was still at home half an hour ago, so why did he go to the Great Falls City now? The culprit of this incident was facing the wind, raised his head, letting his long hair fly, and shouting loudly: "I am the king of the world!"

Before the tender voice could be heard, it was covered up by Ferrari, and only the father next to him could hear it.

"If you are the king of the world, then I am the Supreme Emperor?" Han Qianshan replied to him with a great shame, and Han Xuan was silent immediately.

It was nearly 7:30 to reach Grand Falls, which happened to be the time when the crowds were the most, and the narrow city roads were a little crowded.

Great Falls is not big, only the downtown area can feel a bit of prosperity. Its name comes from Missouri River Falls. It is the industrial, commercial and financial center of agriculture, animal husbandry, and mining areas in northern Montana. It sounds very famous, but in fact only tens of thousands of people live here.

The red Ferrari body attracted a lot of attention. Pedestrians watched it slowly drive into the Holiday Inn, and then continued to move forward. They sighed at the evil dollar on their mouths, but they were envious in their hearts.

In the hotel, Masao Takeda started drinking alone.

This trip to the United States was different from what he thought, but it is true that the horse cow was very famous in Japan and Asia, and there were few people in the United States who had heard of it. A rancher even drove him out as a liar.

The Billy Moore in BrokenB ranch was even more shameless. He refused to add a penny if he bit $35,000. Two hundred heads were stabbed by his hometown people. He wanted six hundred heads, but he didn't know what would happen.

There was a scientific research company that was interested, but they planned to pay in installments, which he could not agree. He raised his head and drank a glass of rum. Just as he planned to continue packing his luggage, the doorbell suddenly rang.

“I don’t need room service, thank you!”

When Han Xuan heard this crappy Japanese English, he breathed a sigh of relief at the door. It seemed that he had found the wrong person.

"We are here to discuss business with you." Albert said loudly through the door, and when he saw the attendant in the corridor looking at him, he became quiet: "You are selling but horses and cows, right?"

The door opened quickly, and Takeda Masao half-closed the door and looked at them and asked, "You want to buy it?"

"Yes, I am the owner of Snow Mountain Ranch. Maybe you haven't heard of it. It now has 80,000 acres." Han Qianshan shook his hand and said.

The Japanese were interested in it and opened the door: "Please come in and sit there. It's a bit messy. Sorry, are you South Korean or Chinese?"

Takeda Masao helped them bring chairs and sat by the bed and asked, "There were some things in the room."

The little boy was held in Han Qianshan's arms and replied to his father: "We are from China."

"I have been there a few times before, and it has changed a lot in the past two years. You are a very capable person to be able to buy such a large ranch in the United States."

"Where?" Han's father didn't explain and continued, "How many kinds of cattle do you want to sell?"

"It's about 200 heads. It depends on how many heads the customs can release. This time I only brought one head here. Which one is too troublesome to check? How many do you need?" Takeda Masao sat upright and looked at Han Qianshan, as if he was looking at him.

Albert was unsure of his mind, turned his head and asked the employer with his eyes, and slowly spoke, "Let's go and see how it is."

Takeda Masao nodded, got up and walked towards the door, turned around and said to the few people: "Please come with me, it's downstairs."

The lights in the parking lot were on, and near the exit, the door of a truck was opened, and there was a black cow that was sluggish inside.

"I haven't gotten a rest these days, so it's not in good spirits." Takeda Masao hurriedly explained as if he was afraid of the buyer's disappointment.

The boy stood on tiptoe and looked in. It was hard to imagine that this inconspicuous black beef could produce Kobe beef comparable to foie gras, truffles and caviar.

Its fat-sealed beef content and cream value reaches level 6 standard, and its fat color and quality reaches level 4 or 5. 100 grams of 5A meat is now priced at $70, which is really a living gold mine.

Han Qianshan looked at his son, saw Han Xuan nodding and asked, "How much are they selling for?"

Such a simple sentence made Masao Takeda struggle for a long time before gritting his teeth: "Fifty-five thousand dollars, no, only fifty thousand!"

"Is this too expensive?" Albert saw that Han Qianshan didn't say anything, thinking that he thought the price was too high, so he immediately said with a helping voice.
Chapter completed!