Super Zoo

Chapter 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.

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 My Virtual Library Empire

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?