After the video with his wife Xu Fei ended, Shang Fuhai couldn't stay in the bed anymore. Seeing that it was 9:30 in the morning, his parents didn't call him. Shang Fuhai wondered if the old couple hadn't gotten up yet?

This is definitely impossible. Shang Fuhai called out twice after getting up, but there was no one there. There was food on the table with plates and millet porridge in the pot. The old couple had already gone to the pig farm to work.

Shang Fuhai tried it out. The millet porridge was still mild and the dishes were already cold. He became a little hot. He drank two bowls of porridge with the dishes and drove straight to the south end of Shangjiazhuang.

He arrived at the place without using it for five minutes. Looking at the hardened ground in front of him and the white wall rising from the ground, the area was very large, more than twice the area of ​​his factory. From the height, you could also see rows of neat and orderly pig houses inside the wall, and a set of monitoring equipment was installed at a distance on the wall.

"No wonder my dad said he could raise more than 2,000 piglets. With this area, it would be easy to double it." Shang Fuhai said to himself. He was really willing to spend it.

After getting off the car and knocked on the door, the security personnel in the security room at the door were also from the village. They had long seen the eldest son of Shang Yong's family through the surveillance equipment. This was the boss's son, who was richer than the boss, so he opened the door quickly.

"Oh, Fuhai, why are you here today? This is the first time we are here to repair the Yong pig farm." said to the person who opened the door.

"Xiuyong Pig Farm?" Shang Fuhai's muscles on his face were squirming and twitching. The level of this name is really 'inherited', but can this name be a little more ugly?

The guy who opened the door turned dark as soon as he heard it. He pointed to a brand new sign placed against the wall in the opened door: "It's Xiuyong Pig Farm. You are Uncle Shang's son, why don't you even know this."

Shang Fuhai was ashamed. He glanced at him and found out that it was not the "show" in his mother's name, but "Xiu". However, there was no difference. Xiuyong was not much nicer. It would be better to just call it "Shangyong Pig Farm" more straightforward and easy.

Shang Yong was now walking around the neat pig house with his hands behind his back. When he saw someone lazy, he scolded him directly. Although they were all from the same village, Shang Yong would not give them face here. He had to work hard with the salary he paid. This is the rule, his son told him.

When Shang Yong saw Shang Fuhai coming, he was very happy. He pointed at the densely packed pig houses with a smile: "Son, look at whether your father is very large. Don't worry, when I make money, I will return the ones I took from you before."

Shang Fuhai looked helpless: "Dad, don't worry about money, but you have raised so many piglets at once, but you must do a good job in epidemic prevention and sanitation treatment, otherwise you will be infected with the epidemic or polluted the environment and will ensure that the particles will not be harvested."

Shang Yong curled his lips: "You boy reminded me that I just hired two people to work in a pig farm, so I can't let these little babies have any problems."

If Old Man Shang can say this, he is positive. He did this. Shang Fuhai felt half relieved. Now November is in, and it will be the New Year again in more than two months. By then, this batch of piglets will be slaughtered. I wonder how happy he will be when he arrives.

"Dad, where is my mom?" Shang Fuhai didn't see his mother after coming in, so he asked casually.

Shang Yong pointed to the pig house: "Your mother, who can't stay idle, she will be wandering around in some pig house now. If you have something to do with her, I'll call her."

Shang Fuhai quickly waved his hand: "It's nothing, I just didn't see you when I woke up in the morning, so I guess I'm here. Dad, if you want to think about the long-term development next time, you have to consider buying some sows and fattening yourself."

His suggestion was very pertinent, and Shang Yong nodded: "It's necessary for you to say that this matter has been under my consideration. This batch of pig houses will be warmed first. When the New Year turns to spring, I will buy a batch of sows, and the cost of the piglets will also be reduced in the future."

"Where is the sales route? Have you found the sales route of fattening pigs?" Shang Fuhai continued to ask.

Old Man Shang clenched his fist with his right hand, bent his thumb and scratched his scalp: "Of course, if there is no sales, why would I buy so many piglets?"

When Shang Fuhai heard his father say this, he immediately wanted to speak but stopped.

Shang Yong is also a personal talent. Seeing his son like this, he thought about what was wrong, so he asked him: "Dahai, just say something if you have something."

After hearing his father's question, Shang Fuhai did not hesitate anymore: "Dad, if the sales and prices are not good at that time, tell me, I have built 68 convenience stores in Bocheng now, and the daily fresh food delivery volume is also very large. These fattening pigs are not necessarily enough to be sold in my place..."

"What, do you say it again?" Shang Yong quickly used his little finger to clean his ears, for fear that his ears would block his earwax and he would have auditory hallucinations.

Shang Fuhai said it again, which made Shang Yong feel frustrated as me. He knew that his son had built two large-scale restaurants and wanted to do something. No matter how bad I was, I couldn't lose too much to my son.

But I never expected how long I had separated from my son, and he actually made such a large foundation, 68 convenience stores with a total of 300 square meters. What's the fucking concept?

The weight of a fattening pig is usually around 230 kilograms. It really removes all the fur and internal organs, and the remaining 160 kilograms of steak meat is over, including the bones inside.

According to what his son just described, the output of a fattening pig is more than 160 kilograms of bones and meat is not enough for his son's store to sell in one day. All these stores are at least one fattening pig every day, and they need more than 2,000 heads to prepare the foundation in a month. What are the assets of the families he raises now?

Normally, if it is sold for 4 months, is it enough for a quarter of my son to sell?

Another son asked him if he had any sales, but in fact, the old man Shang Yong had not considered sales yet. He just said it to his son when he was old and older, for fear of losing face. He didn't know that his son really helped him solve the sales problem all at once, but he realized that his size was nothing.

This feeling of frustration is simply!

"Dad, I have 68 chain convenience stores now. I will expand the scale later. I thought that the pigs you raise should not be sold to outsiders. All of them will be left to me for processing. Dad, don't worry, I will definitely give them the price of this pig at the highest price in the market." Shang Fuhai explained it clearly to him with one code and then said, "But Dad, you have to find a place with slaughtering qualifications to slaughter the pigs and send them to me. If it really doesn't work, I will contact my second brother's fleet to specially transport fresh food to transport it. You have to settle the freight for the second brother. In the future, you can find a way to expand the scale. I will sell all the pigs you raise."

"..." Shang Yong was stunned on the spot, standing stupidly, his eyes were dull.
Chapter completed!