Chapter 55: The Meat Aroma Drifts from the Beijiang Mess Hall

Just as Bai Wei was frowning and Director Wu was also pacing around in a hurry.

Suddenly, someone raised a paddle.

"Ten million."

Instantly, the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone's gaze turned toward the person who had raised the paddle.

Bai Wei looked up and was immediately stunned.

"You again?"

She couldn't help but complain in her heart.

The nouveau riche are truly willful.

Seeing that it was Zhou Yuchuan who had raised the paddle, Director Wu's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe his sweat.

"Director Zhou, you have really done me a huge favor."

The auction price had suddenly increased nearly tenfold, and no one at the scene was competing with him.

The buyer who had raised the paddle just a moment ago also put it down in frustration.

Zhou Yuchuan successfully won the two horses.

After the auction ended.

Bai Wei received a bank text message on her phone confirming the funds had arrived.

The two horses sold for twenty million; after the auction house deducted a ten percent commission, she received eighteen million.

At this moment, Zhou Yuchuan walked over.

Bai Wei stood up and generously extended her hand, "Professor Zhou, thank you for bidding on these two horses."

Zhou Yuchuan shook her hand and said with a smile.

"It was our operational error; I should be the one apologizing to you."

"Museum Curator Qin sent me a message, asking me to bid on these two horses in the name of the museum and send them to the National Animal Protection Center for research."

"He was particularly anxious, fearing that these two horses with research value would fall into someone else's hands."

"However, these two horses are an extinct breed of Alpine Horse, and no one has ever sold them before. Ten million was calculated based on the price of the most expensive racehorses in the world currently. If you feel this selling price is too low, Museum Curator Qin said he will discuss it with you again when he returns to the country."

Bai Wei smiled, "Since Museum Curator Qin is buying these two horses to send to the National Animal Protection Center for research, ten million is enough."

Anyway, she still had eight Alpine Horses and one Sweat-Blood Horse at her Farm, all of which were walking gold mines.

Even if she sold them all, she could just tell Xiao Moting to find a few more!

The modern Alpine Horse is extinct, what does that have to do with the Daliang of several thousand years ago?

Director Wu rubbed his hands and approached with a face full of smiles, "Miss Bai, there is another auction next month. Do you have any more of these Alpine Horses that you could send over for auction?"

"I only have one left," Bai Wei said vaguely, "I don't plan to sell it for now."

Things are valued for their scarcity; if the number of Alpine Horses increases, they would no longer be an extinct breed and would lose their value.

Besides, for her now, eighteen million was just pocket money.

After the auction ended, Director Wu hosted a banquet.

Bai Wei only liked making money and had no interest in banquets, so she politely declined the invitation and drove back to Qingshan Village.

A security guard stood at the entrance of the Farm.

His name was Li Haiguo, a retired soldier sent by Professor Ye, and the two of them took turns standing guard in shifts.

Li Haiguo stood straight, his face tanned bright red by the sun, yet he remained motionless.

Bai Wei hurriedly grabbed a bottle of ice water and walked over to hand it to him.

"It's hot, drink some ice water to cool off."

Li Haiguo spoke loudly, "Bai, I am currently performing my guard duty and cannot drink water or eat food."

Bai Wei thought to herself, the demeanor of a retired soldier is indeed different.

Tomorrow, she would have to tell the construction company to build a security booth at the Farm entrance so they wouldn't be exposed to the wind and rain.

At this time, another security guard named Zhang Gang came over to change shifts.

Only then did Li Haiguo take the ice water and gulp it all down.

After finishing, he wiped his mouth.

"Bai, this afternoon your aunt brought several family members and insisted on breaking into the Farm to find you, but I blocked them."

"Bai Shengyi?" Bai Wei frowned.

The Bai Family had already severed ties with her; now that they were running over with the whole family to find her, could it be that they had heard some rumors?

Anyway, no matter what, she would never get involved with the Bai Family again.

There were over fifty crates of fresh vegetables and thirty live pigs piled up in the courtyard.

The live pigs were ordered by Bai Wei; she had the pork shop owner deliver meat every week.

Chen Ming ran over, saying that the villagers had delivered them in the afternoon, and he had already recorded them in the ledger.

Bai Wei checked the vegetables, transferred the money to the villagers who delivered them, and then sent the meat and vegetables to Xiao Moting.

"Xiao Moting, I sold two of the horses you sent and made quite a bit of money."

"Take these fresh vegetables to improve the meals for the Beijiang Army."

……

Xiao Moting saw Bai Wei's message, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

He was truly happy that the horses he sent could be put to use.

Bai Wei sent him a large amount of supplies, yet the things he could give her were extremely insignificant.

"Shennü Daren, compared to everything you have sent, this is nothing at all."

"If you need anything else, you must tell me."

"Also, thank you."

Xiao Moting turned around and ordered the soldiers to move the vegetables and pork to the Cook Battalion.

Qin Zhan walked into the camp tent and saw the soldiers moving the vegetables.

"Prince, do you really not need to prepare food for Zhang Zhao's troops?"

Xiao Moting's expression was cold, "Since they do not appreciate it, these fresh vegetables will be kept for the Beijiang Army."

"That sounds great!" Qin Zhan was happy, "I wouldn't want to take these good things to feed Yang Wei's soldiers; we'll keep them for ourselves to eat."

"I had you monitor Zhang Zhao; what movements are there on that side?"

Qin Zhan reported immediately, "I have already arranged for secret agents to keep watch day and night; they will keep an eye on the people Zhang Zhao brought, and they won't be able to leak a single secret."

Xiao Moting nodded slightly and let out a soft breath.

After all, they were not his own troops, so he had to be on guard.

At high noon.

Smoke rose from the Cook Battalion of the Beijiang Camp.

A Deputy General served food to Zhang Zhao—a basin of Proportional Algorithm mixed bean rice, and stewed dried mallow with cured horse meat.

The amount of horse meat was very small, made from cured dead horses, and in the thin, watery dried vegetable soup, only four or five strips of horse meat floated.

Many soldiers outside the tent could not even get horse meat and could only eat mixed bean rice with salted vegetables; the vegetables stewed in the large iron pot were only dried mallow.

The weather was too cold to find any fresh vegetables at all, so they could only eat dried vegetables.

But having vegetables and meat was already decent fare in the military camp.

Several Deputy Generals each ladled a basin of mallow soup over their rice, eating with relish while chatting as they ate.

"With such fragrant mallow and horse meat soup, I'm afraid the Beijiang Army hasn't had a meal like this in quite a while."

"I heard that half a year ago, the Beijiang Army was eating nothing but thin porridge boiled with grass roots!"

"It's a good thing our Heyuandaying has grain; luckily we followed Yang Wei, otherwise how could we be eating so comfortably."

Just then, a rich, meaty aroma drifted over.

The several officers who were eating with gusto sniffed the air in unison and looked up.

"So fragrant!"

The soldiers squatting in the camp to eat also swallowed hard, stood up, and looked around.

"Where are they stewing meat? It smells so good."

The aroma of pork stewed with radishes drifted through the camp.

The soldiers were drooling with greed, the officers could no longer sit still, and even Zhang Zhao held his coarse pottery bowl and walked to the entrance of the tent.

At this moment, everyone realized that the fragrance was drifting over from the nearby Beijiang Army's Cook Battalion.