Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1291 - 633 Golden Rice Bowl_2

Regarding those from the Meat Processing Factory, they are all eating at the new factory right now. Once the New Year is over, Yan Fei plans on getting them to start working at the county Meat Processing Factory instead, temporarily keeping them separate from this side. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Yan Fei, with his head lowered, muttered "Iron rice bowl" a few times, his eyes lit up with an idea, "Alright, everyone hurry up and eat! I’ve already come up with a great idea!"

"What idea?" Xu Xiaoyan asked softly.

"Give out a bowl!" Yan Fei said, laughing heartily.

"Give out a bowl?" Xu Xiaoyan was puzzled.

Amidst the group’s perplexed gazes, Yan Fei immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number, "Hello, Director Yao? Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I’ve eaten, I’ve eaten, just sitting and chatting now. Boss Yan, if there’s anything you need, just let me know!" Director Yao’s end was a bit noisy, with sounds of playing drinking games—it seemed the feast hadn’t dispersed.

"It’s just a question I have!" Yan Fei wasn’t fazed by the noise on the other end of the phone. It was normal to entertain so much during the New Year, and he spoke cheerfully, "Does your Credit Cooperative sell gold? How much is gold per catty right now?"

Director Yao jumped in shock, "Boss Yan, no, I should call you President Yan now. You really do have deep pockets. People ask about the price of gold by the gram, but you’re asking how much per catty. I’ll have to calculate for a catty, but I know the price per gram, it’s just over sixty yuan. I’ll need to check the specific price; you know, we don’t usually have people—"

His voice gradually faded as he spoke on the other end.

Usually, when people address private entrepreneurs, they often use the term "Boss." When someone is referred to as a "big boss," you can tell they are private business owners. It’s only when speaking about "Iron rice bowl" enterprises that someone would refer to a "President."

But now that Yan Fei had ’gobbled up’ the Meat Processing Factory, quite a few people in the county had started addressing him as President Yan—those who called him President Yan in the past did so either to flatter or because they wanted something, with an element of sycophancy in it. Now that the enterprise had managed to take over an "Iron rice bowl," calling him President Yan really fit the title.

Indeed, it wasn’t just Director Yao who was shocked; aside from the clueless Yan Chao who was still playing with Heizi’s darling son, everyone else at the table had forgotten about their food. The scale of Boss Yan’s ambition was simply astonishing!

"Alright, alright, I got it!" Yan Fei interrupted Director Yao. "Just tell me, do you sell it or not? I want it custom-made, shaped the way I want. Do you have that kind of service?"

"If it were someone else asking, the small quantity might not be possible, but for you, definitely." Director Yao’s response was crisp, "Don’t worry, whatever amount you want is fine, even if it’s just a pendant, I’ll find a way to have it custom-made for you."

You’ve got to be kidding—Boss Yan’s company might not have its accounts with the Credit Cooperative, but the Cooperative certainly couldn’t do without Boss Yan. Now many people in the town earned their income from Boss Yan. When the farmers made money, they wouldn’t splurge recklessly—the Credit Cooperative relied on these small deposits for its thriving business.

And the reason the farmers were willing to deposit money in the Credit Cooperative owed partly to those who worked at the cattle ranch—it wasn’t because of the ranch workers’ persuasion that the farmers would necessarily deposit their money there.

Director Yao had never really thought of climbing up any higher here, but with Boss Yan’s meteoric rise, he might now have a chance to move up. However, he felt that if he stayed in Sancha River Township, he could accumulate more capital for promotion and then make a skyrocketing leap when the time comes.

"A pendant isn’t that big, what would I do with that? I’m planning to buy twenty catties..." Yan Fei was impressively generous.

Before he could finish speaking, there was a commotion on the other end of the line with clattering and crashing sounds, followed by Director Yao’s trembling voice, "President Yan, how much did you say you want?"

"First, twenty catties," Yan Fei repeated. "What’s wrong? You’re a bank, don’t tell me you don’t have the stock?"

"Twenty catties?" Director Yao’s voice trembled as if he was singing an aria. "Twenty catties..."

A typical person—let alone a director of a Credit Cooperative—would subconsciously think of gold as a valuable commodity, very expensive indeed.

Normal people would buy jewelry by the gram, so suddenly someone asking for twenty catties was truly frightening!

But upon careful calculation, given the current price of gold, twenty catties of gold wouldn’t be that much money—less than a million yuan, right?

Of course, that’s speaking of Boss Yan—for the average person, thirty or fifty thousand might be okay, but one million? They wouldn’t even have an idea of how much that is.

"Right!" Yan Fei began to explain his plans. "I was thinking, some of the gold will be made into bowls, and some into commemorative coins. It’s the third anniversary of my cattle ranch, so I’m thinking of minting some commemorative coins to celebrate. I hear it’s lively on your end; when are you free? I’ll come over and have a detailed talk with you, lay out my requirements?"

"No need, no need, there’s no need for you to come over; I’ll be at your place soon. I’m in the county right now and will be back shortly." Director Yao sounded as if he couldn’t wait to fly over to Yan Fei’s side and seal the deal.

After hanging up, Director Yao regretted not stepping aside to a quieter spot when he answered the call. Was he showing off too much by doing this?

But then he thought, what of it? He wasn’t planning to make a move upwards just yet, so there wouldn’t be any competition with them.

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