A night passed.
Li Fei woke up in the Honeymoon Suite Area at Qinglin Villa, his face filled with anticipation.
Yesterday, he had gone to see the young Chairman Qin and asked about securing a supply of goods. The other man hadn't rejected him outright. Instead, he'd arranged for Li Fei to stay and said he'd talk to him again today.
That had given him hope. A businessman as successful as Chairman Qin wouldn't have made those arrangements if there were no chance.
In the warehouse he rented outside town.
Qin Lin appeared, a piece of beef already in his hand.
He put it in the car.
It was Quanxue Wagyu Beef. In the real world, Quanxue Wagyu Beef sold for 10,000 yuan per pound.
There were already several cuts of Quanxue Wagyu Beef in the car, totaling more than 200 pounds. At market prices, they'd be worth over two million yuan.
Naturally, it was all Quality 1.
There were also bags of rice in the car.
It was all Xiangshui Tribute Rice, also Quality 1.
He'd already switched the bags for ordinary rice sacks, though. They no longer bore the words "Xiangshui Tribute Rice" printed on the system bags.
Besides those, there was Quality 2 watermelon and Quality 2 Beauty Cucumber, as well as plenty of Quality 1 vegetables.
All of it was for Li Fei.
Li Fei had come to ask for a supply yesterday, and Qin Lin hadn't turned him down. He'd also given the matter some thought.
For one thing, he felt sorry for Li Fei.
After all, he could guess that the rumors Li Fei had mentioned were at least partly connected to him. Old Chen and the others had accused Li Fei unfairly time and again. It was a pretty raw deal.
For another,