Once everyone was seated in the office, a middle-aged female secretary prepared coffee for the guests and exchanged a few pleasantries. Only then did Lawrence turn serious: "I wonder how many cattle Boss Yan is planning to sell at once. As far as I know, the cattle on your ranch haven't been there long, right?"
"I'm planning to sell eleven cows," Yan Fei replied with a smile.
Originally, it was twelve, but one was slaughtered yesterday, so only eleven could be sold; no more were available.
Upon hearing Yan Fei's words, Lawrence and his middle-aged secretary were both visibly incredulous.
It took a while for Lawrence to respond, and he dryly laughed: "Mr. Yan must be joking, eleven cows?"
Yan Fei grinned and signaled to Xu Xiaoyan beside him, who then took a document from her bag and handed it over: "This is the appraisal certificate for the cattle we raised domestically and shipped to America. Premium-grade beef, even priced a bit higher than America's premium-grade beef."
