Qinglin Villa.
Qin Lin received a phone call in his office and hurried out.
The call was from the ranch that had sold him the fake Wagyu calves. The delivery driver had arrived, but couldn't find the place and had called to ask for directions.
Naturally, the delivery address he'd given them wasn't Qinglin Villa, but a warehouse out in the countryside.
Qin Lin drove straight to the warehouse, then spent quite a while directing them. At last, a convoy carrying 20 Wagyu calves found its way there.
The person in charge of the delivery was a chubby man with a round face.
Once they'd found the place, the man got out of the vehicle and immediately flattered him. "Boss, this is a pretty nice spot. The grass is so green—it's perfect for raising cattle."
"..." Qin Lin didn't know how to respond. It was remote, sure, but there was no need to dress it up so elegantly.
As the chubby man had his crew unload the calves, he looked toward a building halfway up the hill and asked, "Boss, that must be the cattle barn, right? It's quite large."
Qin Lin looked toward the buildings. "That's a pig farm."
It was quite large, but the pig farm had closed down long ago. The weeds were already taller than a person.
The warehouse had originally been used by the pig farm. If he hadn't rented it for another year, it would have been abandoned.
"Turning a pig farm into a cattle barn works just fine. Lots of ranchers do that." The chubby man was clearly a talker and kept the conversation going.
Before long, all 20 calves had been unloaded and penned up in the warehouse. They were tied securely.
After handing over the calves, the chubby man left as