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Chapter 442: The Concept of Making a Fortune_1

Chapter 442: Chapter 442: The Concept of Making a Fortune_1

Shen Dong was not blindly optimistic, he analyzed following Zhu Dunzi’s concept, "Cold storage, large-scale irrigation systems, temperature control, and the unknown investments... A figure with eight digits might not even be enough. Do you have the confidence?"

Zhu Dunzi had already been dazzled by his dreams and spoke resolutely, "If there’s a loss, it’s on me. My farm will only get bigger and bigger. If it loses money, I’ll give the pigs to you."

"How much can a pig be worth."

Shen Dong uttered an ignorant remark.

Zhu Dunzi dragged Shen Dong towards the pig farm, pointing at the piglets running wild on the ground, "Our pigs are stronger than the average household pig. These piglets can grow up to 300 pounds and still be lean. Removing the offal and scraps, you get 260 pounds, and at 7 yuan per pound, it’s pricier than some of the pork on the market."

"That’s 1800."

"The butchers who buy pigs from me can sell the meat for an average of 10 yuan per pound, making it 2500 yuan."

"This is the new shed, with over 800 piglets. Beishan Breeding Farm has 80 breeding pigs that dare not give birth, and to the west, the slaughterhouse has more than a thousand pigs waiting to be killed."

Zhu Dunzi was so enthusiastic that his saliva sprayed everywhere as he shifted from talking about pigs to chickens.

Isn’t this millions of dollars? The breeding farm is expanding its scale. A figure with eight digits isn’t just a dream, right?

Shen Dong quickly interjected, looking at Zhu Dunzi with amusement, "Don’t get carried away. More pigs mean more issues, and you will also face greater risks."

Zhu Dunzi seemed to have anticipated such questions and raised his hand to draw a circle in the air, "Pigs are like humans, most infections come from unsanitary conditions, just watch."

Watch what?

A mist of confusion.

Shen Dong still had doubts a second ago, but after seeing the floor of the pigsty, he smiled and gave a thumbs up, "You’re really something. Impressive, huh?"

Inside the pigsty, high-pressure water jets sprayed the ground from all directions, and there was a well in the middle, with all the manure and filth being forced into the well by the high-pressure water.

Zhu Dunzi, quite proud, pointed to the withered hillside, "Before I built the pig farm, I’d always start by fixing the manure pool, which is really just a few cement pipes connected and running down the hillside to the fermentation pond."

"That must smell."

"If I don’t spend much time cleaning the pigsty, I’ll have time to deal with the fermentation pond. Yes, it stinks, but it’s much better than chemical fertilizer, nourishes the soil, and works great for growing vegetables, definitely outperforming Shouchun."

And the conversation came back around.

Shen Dong glanced over the breeding farm, kept silent, and walked with his hands behind his back towards the mountain’s base.

Zhu Dunzi followed behind, itching to speak but daring not to, visibly anxious and scratching his head in frustration.

"It won’t work."

Shen Dong threw out the two words, causing Zhu Dunzi to explode on the spot, reaching out to grasp Shen Dong’s arm, "Why not? With our set-up, we’re bound to make money."

Shen Dong pulled his hand away from Zhu Dunzi, a bit annoyed, "I mean, the sanitation system of the farm won’t work. If we really want to do large-scale farming, it has to be scientific, without any hidden dangers. I’ll help you find some professionals and bring in some high-tech."

"This road also needs fixing. To scale up, we must have road access up the mountain."

"Do you agree?" Zhu Dunzi jumped excitedly, as if he had just taken a new bride.

But Shen Dong wasn’t too pleased, his good piece of land had been turned into a pig farm, and the villa that once was... had disappeared...

Now, it wasn’t that he looked down on pig farming, he was just uncomfortable with the abrupt overthrow of his long-considered plans for a villa.

Zhu Dunzi, at his age, certainly understood Shen Dong’s mood and hurriedly explained, "If we can really make money, once we scale up, the innards and waste can be turned into seasoned delicacies. Pig’s feet and heads can be sent to delis. Selling this stuff on food streets, we can get 20 yuan per pound and up."

"Fine." Shen Dong waved his hand, frowning, "I’ll invest the money. How to handle it is up to you."

These trivial details of accounts, Shen Dong would certainly not bother to calculate, but Zhu Dunzi’s seasoned delicacy idea did give Shen Dong a wake-up call.

Isn’t it true that brands like ’Juewei’ and ’Zhou Heiya’ are pretty popular later? How about getting a local formula and starting this business?

Don’t underestimate braised snacks and fried kebabs.

These things are found in every street and alley, and in a future authoritative report, the annual turnover of street food is estimated to be over a hundred billion...

Shen Dong thought about it and suddenly burst out laughing.

He turned to look at Zhu Dunzi, the smile on his face becoming more relaxed, "When you’ve got the time, go check out the local braised snacks in Wuhan and Anhui Province. Buy a recipe and bring it back. If you need to build a factory, find Li Kaiyao. If you need to pull some connections, find Kang Yue. As for matters in the village, you handle them yourself. Can you do that?"

"Absolutely!"

Seeing Zhu Dunzi’s assertive attitude, Shen Dong cracked a smile. He patted Zhu Dunzi on the shoulder, said nothing, and walked straight down the mountain.

These braised snacks are really good.

They fit perfectly with Shen Dong’s idea of making money quietly—low profile yet highly profitable.

Even if Zhao Wenliang’s assets are worth billions and he can suppress Huaxu, squeeze investment banks, does he have a way to deal with ’braised snacks’?

Zhou Wenbin knew he was now Sea City Siye, a person of status—he couldn’t just bully a grade-schooler without losing face.

Of course, Zhou Wenbin could secretly authorize his underlings to bully the grade-schooler.

That was exactly what Shen Dong hoped for.

If Zhao Wenliang sent his lackeys to bully him, perhaps the growth momentum of Huaxu would become even stronger.

"This feels so good."

Zhou Wenbin teased Shen Dong, "I learned something today, even pretending to be a fool has its levels, huh."

"A dog can’t spit out ivory. Is that what you call pretending to be a fool?" Shen Dong glanced at Zhou Wenbin indifferently, resting his head in his hands against the somewhat hard seat, with an inscrutable smile on his lips.

What’s the point of pretending to be a fool?

To get a little more respect from others, to earn some reverence from those around you, but, most people are turned the wrong way.

Like Zhao Wenliang.

That wretch showed up at Silver Moonlight once again, bringing lawyers this time.

As soon as he saw Shen Dong, the unyielding arrogance in his eyes, he spoke with an overbearing tone, "I’m giving you one last chance. Sell Huaxu to me for two billion. The lawyer is here, the suppliers are here."

Zhao Wenliang gestured backhandedly at the lawyer, and his secretary cooperated by placing a form on the table.

Shen Dong had anticipated this day, completely unconcerned.

He held the suppliers’ form in one hand, laughing, "Getting smart, huh? Trying to cut off our supply source?"

Normally, without a supply source, the agency platform is an empty shell.

"Ha." Zhao Wenliang had already envisaged the scene of Huaxu having nothing to sell and facing lawsuits, he even forgot his sycophancy in front of Prince.

He lit a cigar, "In this world, there’s nothing money can’t do. I don’t mind telling you, I’ve sent people to talk to all the brand merchants Huaxu represents!"

As he said this, Zhao Wenliang suddenly lowered his stance, glared, and spread his arms.

He said weirdly, "Do you know what the suppliers said? You’re pressing the purchase prices too low, too low—they make no money and have long wanted to change hands!"

"Oh," Shen Dong responded indifferently, immediately turning his gaze to the Silver Moonlight waiter, "Remember this person. He’s welcome to eat here in the future, but don’t bring anything else in."

Having said that, Shen Dong gave Zhao Wenliang a small smile, then turned and walked away.

Once again ignored, Zhao Wenliang felt a burning rage. Pointing at Shen Dong’s back, he cursed loudly, "Do you believe that I’ll sue you right now? Over three hundred business owners will file a joint lawsuit!"