Chapter 99

Xu Qingxue felt really embarrassed to face Wang Xiaoqiang, even reluctant to speak to him. She was even too shy to nod at him.

Wang Xiaoqiang knew she was shy and, understandingly, did not say anything more. Instead, he pushed the door open and walked out, then gently closed the door behind him.

Back in the small truck in the underground garage, Wang Xiaoqiang let out a long breath. He closed his eyes and recalled the scene just now.

After the intimate treatment, his hands and Xu Qingxue's body were no longer pure. He didn't know if their relationship could remain the same after this. Thinking of this, he felt a sense of melancholy.

Suddenly, his phone rang. It was a text message from Xu Qingxue. It read, "Thank you, big pervert!"

Looking at these six words, Wang Xiaoqiang felt a mix of laughter and tears. "Are you thanking me or cursing me?"

Thinking about his own behavior just now, he did indeed seem a bit like a big pervert. However, he felt that Xu Qingxue was not angry with him.

Wang Xiaoqiang smiled to himself, his smile somewhat lecherous.

Three days later, Wang Xiaoqiang packed 5,000 mountain eggs from the chicken farm into boxes and drove them to the provincial capital, delivering them to the hotel closest to the Dihao Grand Hotel. This hotel was called Junle Grand Hotel, also a star-rated hotel, but it seemed a few notches below the Dihao.

Without a familiar person to help, Wang Xiaoqiang could only contact the hotel's chef through the security guard at the hotel entrance.

Fortunately, with the experience from the previous day, he had made a business card for himself—Wang Xiaoqiang, Manager of Baostar Chicken Farm. His phone number was listed on the back.

"Baostar" was a name Wang Xiaoqiang had chosen randomly. Since he hadn't registered the business yet, the name didn't matter much. The main point was to leave a way for customers to contact him. Besides the business card, he also had two packs of soft Zhonghua cigarettes in his pocket.

People like Wang Xiaoqiang, who come to sell, are generally quite annoying. The security guard at the hotel entrance, a young man in his twenties, saw that Wang Xiaoqiang was younger than him and didn't look like a regular businessman, so he had no intention of reporting him. Only after Wang Xiaoqiang opened a pack of soft Zhonghua and offered him a cigarette did he call the hotel's chef, mentioning Wang Dakuai's name as Wang Xiaoqiang had instructed.

Wang Dakuai's reputation was indeed well-known. Not long after the call, the hotel's chef came out to greet him personally.

The chef at Junle Grand Hotel was named Zheng Hua, around forty years old. He had learned a few cooking techniques from Wang Dakuai and could be considered a half-disciple. Upon hearing that Wang Dakuai had recommended him, he did not hesitate to come out and greet him.

It wasn't that chefs were particularly respectful to their teachers, but Wang Dakuai's reputation was too great, and he was known for his honesty. If Wang Dakuai recommended someone, the quality would definitely be good. Good ingredients could significantly enhance a chef's skills.

After Wang Xiaoqiang handed over the cigarette, he also gave him the business card and explained the situation of his chicken farm.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang had started a chicken farm at such a young age, Zheng Hua was quite surprised. He took the business card, looked at it, and put it in his pocket.

Wang Xiaoqiang then recounted in detail how he had sold the mountain eggs to Wang Dakuai, especially Wang Dakuai's praise and the price he had offered. Zheng Hua was also moved and said expectantly, "Mr. Wang, can I see the eggs?"

"Of course, it's best to try them." Wang Xiaoqiang immediately brought a box of eggs for Zheng Hua to see.

After looking at the eggs, Zheng Hua said, "Yes, these are genuine mountain eggs, and they look good. Mr. Wang, please follow me."

Zheng Hua led Wang Xiaoqiang to the kitchen and started discussing the price. He said that Junle Hotel bought eggs at market price, and the price of mountain eggs was only twice that of ordinary eggs. Therefore, they couldn't match the price offered by Dihao Hotel. However, he would add a bit more, making it seven yuan per egg.

"Sorry, Chef Zheng, I can't accept that price," Wang Xiaoqiang directly refused. "It's not that I'm greedy for the three-yuan difference. It's just that I can't do business this way. The quality of my eggs is clear, and I'm not just doing this on a small scale. My goal is to open up the market in the provincial capital and build a brand. The price, whether high or low, must be consistent."

Zheng Hua nodded. If it were a small vendor, they wouldn't care about the price as long as they made a profit. They could charge more from one customer and less from another. Wang Xiaoqiang's emphasis on price consistency clearly showed he was not a small-time vendor but someone who wanted to build a reputation and quality. Hearing Wang Xiaoqiang's words, Zheng Hua felt even more confident about the quality of the eggs and looked at Wang Xiaoqiang with approval. "Let me try the eggs, Mr. Wang. Please wait a moment."

"Sure, sure, try them." These were eggs nurtured by spiritual energy, so Wang Xiaoqiang was not afraid of a taste test. What he feared was if they didn't try them and just quoted a price, which would be a waste of his eggs.

Zheng Hua and Wang Dakuai used similar methods to test the eggs, frying, boiling, and stewing three mountain eggs.

After the tests, Zheng Hua looked surprised. The taste of these eggs was truly wonderful, far surpassing ordinary wild mountain eggs. He suddenly understood why Wang Dakuai favored them. The taste of these mountain eggs could definitely tantalize customers' taste buds and make them willing to pay. Indeed, ten yuan per egg was not too high.

"How are they, Chef Zheng? The taste is good, right?"

"Yes, very good. By the way, Manager Wang, how many did you bring today?"

"About 5,000."

"I'll take them all, at ten yuan each." Zheng Hua was quite decisive at this point.

"Take them all... But I was planning to visit Huayuan Hotel to see if we could establish a long-term cooperation..." Wang Xiaoqiang looked hesitant.

"Really? You're splitting 5,000 eggs? It's not necessary..." Zheng Hua suddenly understood Wang Xiaoqiang's intention and immediately said, "How about this, Mr. Wang, you deliver 5,000 eggs to me every week..."

"Alright," Wang Xiaoqiang made a show of compromising. This was exactly what he was waiting for.

After establishing a long-term relationship with both Dihao Hotel and Junle Hotel, Wang Xiaoqiang no longer contacted other hotels because the current egg production could only meet the needs of these two hotels.

In the following half month, besides delivering eggs to these two hotels, Wang Xiaoqiang focused entirely on the incubation room, continuously using fire spiritual energy to hatch chicks.

Now, the chicken farm's daily income was around 15,000 yuan, with a net profit of about 13,000 yuan. If other chicken farms knew this, they would probably be envious to death. After all, a chicken farm of Wang Xiaoqiang's scale usually made only about 1,000 yuan a day, with a much lower net profit after costs.