Super Zoo-Chapter 395 - 391: Proceeding According to Plan

Suming wasn’t being modest; it truly was just a small restaurant. Following Hong Feifei’s design, Whisperwind Pavilion only operated on three floors with the fourth floor as a bar, so even at full capacity, the customer flow was limited.

Even if Whisperwind Pavilion Restaurant didn’t need that much meat, with several businesses under his control and a zoo with dozens of employees, he could easily treat it as a New Year’s benefit to distribute.

Besides, there was Ding’s Xiankelai.

This girl came to the zoo whenever she fancied to hang out with her head chef, so how could she refuse to help get rid of a few thousand pounds of wild boar meat?

Suming told it like it was but when it fell on the shareholders’ ears, it sounded like humility. Second Uncle slapped his thigh, "You kid, why didn’t you say so earlier? With you running a big restaurant, why should we worry about a market? No wonder you even got a plane!"

"It really is a small place."

As Suming spoke, his mind took a turn.

Whisperwind Pavilion wasn’t just a small establishment, but also a fledgling one that lacked everything, especially ingredients.

Sun Town, backed by mountains rich with natural resources, allowed its residents to engage in various side hustles throughout the year, providing a range of mountain goods, including rarities like walnuts and winter bamboo shoots, and with good luck, even lingzhi mushrooms and ginseng. After foraging, the townspeople would cross mountains and valleys to sell their goods in the county, not only for low prices but with great inconvenience.

"Folks, aside from pork, I’m also buying mountain goods. From now on, I’ll send a truck every fortnight to collect them," Suming declared.

"Do you buy bamboo rats?"

"How about wild chestnuts?"

...

The shareholders arrived in low spirits, but after a few words from Suming, not only were their original concerns completely resolved, but they even got some unexpected good news. The atmosphere in the ancestral hall immediately changed, becoming as festive as if it were a holiday.

Only Tony seemed a bit disappointed. Was it all over just like that? He hadn’t even gotten to live out his knightly dreams.

Zhao Yun, within the crowd, watched Suming and couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile, thinking this matter was far from over. However, Suming was becoming more mature, knowing many things should be kept close to his chest, discreetly handled.

Zhao Yun was right; the key to this issue wasn’t the market for wild boar meat.

Seen from different heights, perspectives differ too. Suming had never worried about the future market for wild boar from the start. His own restaurant, the ones in which Zhao Yun had shares, along with Xiankelai, handling tens of thousands of pounds of pork was not a problem at all.

The crux was the so-called ’influential figure’ behind Qian, and after having a detailed chat with Mr. Wu, this person wasn’t some significant big shot, but just so happened to have a say in the food sector. Without sorting out this person, future dealings in Sun Town would inevitably be hindered; never knowing when one might get tripped up by a petty move.

No matter how you looked at it, Suming still had a significant stake in the breeding farm. If the restaurant could thrive in the future, Sun Town, and even Maoxi County, were excellent sources of ingredients, a natural logistics base. Suming didn’t want troubles at his home base.

After the meeting in the ancestral hall at around seven in the evening, Second Uncle dragged everyone to his place for a meal.

But that wasn’t just a simple meal, it was practically a drinking contest, with Mr. Wu also attending. He and Second Uncle were the perfect hosts, very enthusiastic, while Suming intended to pry information about ’Mr. Qian’ from Wu...

By the end of the meal, Suming was inebriated, almost to the point of throwing up thanks to Zhao Yun, and even Yingying had a few glasses of Second Uncle’s homemade rice wine, walking unsteadily like Kung Fu Panda.

Unexpectedly, Tony had an extraordinary capacity for alcohol. This guy had lived in Russia for a year at fifteen, drinking vodka like water with the local Russians every day, and his tolerance was almost catching up to Su Meng’s, managing to outdrink both Second Uncle and Wu.

"Tony... can you still function?" Suming asked, burping from alcohol.

"No problem!" Tony’s eyes were mischievously bright. "Boss, the more Russians drink, the more spirited they get! I’m the same!"

Zhao Yun didn’t need to be asked, as he was leaning against a wall, vomiting all over the place. He was carried straight upstairs to sleep.

"Good, let’s take a trip to the county town..."

...

Qian was in his early forties this year, in his prime physically and at a rising stage in his career, managing the Maoxi County Agricultural Market.

Such a person naturally had an abundance of energy.

No matter how small the place, as long as there are men who are both ’wealthy’ and ’strong’ with an abundance of energy, there would certainly be women willing to do business with these men. Maoxi County was no exception. The crackdown on pornography and illegal activities was in full swing, with a zero-tolerance approach.

But those who enjoyed doing such things were like mice with keen noses, always able to find a hole somewhere...

Qian drove his car and stopped at the entrance of "Qianqian Jade Fingers Hair Salon" at the end of the street, walking in as if he owned the place.

Sitting on the sofa in the hair salon were several scantily clad ladies. When they saw Qian, they giggled coquettishly at him, "Why haven’t you come for such a long time?"

If it had been any other time, Qian would have surely bantered with them, but the hair salon wasn’t only hosting the ladies. There was also a foreigner, reeking of alcohol, with an enormous backpack slung over his shoulder, speaking blurred English combined with gestures, trying to explain something to one of the ladies.

"Who’s that?" Qian asked a familiar lady.

"Oh, a tourist. He thought we actually cut hair here. He doesn’t speak Chinese, so after a lot of explaining, things are still not clear," the lady fawned over Qian and flirtatiously asked, "Why don’t you come upstairs and sit awhile?"

Seeing the foreigner struggling to convey his message through gestures and barely able to speak clearly, Qian finally felt relieved and with a lecherous laugh, the two of them went to the second floor.

Just as Qian left, the young foreigner suddenly fumbled with his Chinese as if he had learned it, "I drank too much... I want to sleep here... I’ll pay the money..." Your next chapter awaits on novelbuddy

Of course, such a good deal would not be rejected, especially since the foreigner was generous, pulling out six hundred yuan. If not for the fact he was a foreigner and they feared causing a dispute, the ladies were ready to trick this gullible man out of his money.

The foreigner was helped to a small massage room on the second floor. As soon as the lady escorting him left, the foreigner’s expression instantly cleared up. He unzipped his backpack, and from inside the travel bag, almost as large as a person, a woozy panda peeked out. Then he took out a phone, dialed a number and quietly said, "Boss, I’m in position!"

"Proceed with the plan!" Suming’s voice came from the other end of the phone.

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The next morning, Qian came to the office over two hours later than usual. It was almost lunchtime when he hurried in with his head down.

After closing the door, Qian sat down on the couch with a thump. His back ached, and there was a large bruise around his eye, making him resemble a panda.

Thinking back to last night’s encounter, Qian felt as if he had experienced a dream, both fearful and strange.

He was afraid that if the incident came to light, he would be in big trouble; what puzzled him was whether he had hallucinated last night. Why was there a panda? But if it was a hallucination, where did this bruise on his face come from?