"Brother Fei, how much do you think our cattle will sell for at the auction later?" Heizi whispered nearby.
Yan Fei reached out and took another business card, thought for a moment: "Anyway, they ought to give me at least a hundred thousand, eighty thousand, right? Dollars."
"Are you crazy, or did I hear you wrong?" Lin Baoguo's eyes widened instantly. "A hundred thousand, eighty thousand, and in dollars... let me do the math, one dollar equals over eight bucks, and you want to sell one cow for more than 800,000? If they can sell for that much, why am I even working? I should raise cattle for you instead, and I wouldn't even ask for much, just one cow a year would suffice..."
