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Just then, I saw Yan Kexing had already returned with the Hu Zai and was playing with Hu Zai at home.

Hearing Shi Wen commotion, Yan Kexing glanced over and saw his bare chest and abdomen, then politely looked away.

Shi Wen didn't think much of it at first, unless his gaze shifted too obviously.

As soon as he moved, Shi Wen instantly sensed a subtle change in the atmosphere.

Shi Wen instinctively hunched over, intending to wait inside, but seeing his reaction, her rebellious streak kicked in, and she deliberately straightened her chest. "Aren't my abs cool?"

Yan Kexing calmly shifted his gaze back to his thin, narrow waist.

He has a very low body fat percentage and very defined abdominal muscles.

Perhaps due to its Qilin Bloodline, its skin remains fair despite herding livestock on the pasture every day.

After showering, his abs were flushed red, giving him a rather vibrant and attractive appearance.

Yan Kexing's gaze suddenly became meaningful. "Very beautiful."

Shi Wen originally thought Yan Kexing would be embarrassed, but Yan Kexing wasn't shy at all.

He nodded, acknowledging Yan Kexing's praise.

Then, out of Yan Kexing's sight, he quickly crouched down, ran to the wardrobe, grabbed a sweatshirt, and put it on.

When he left, his ears were still a little red.

Yan Kexing looked at his attire today.

Today he wore a hoodie layered under a jacket, and with non-prescription glasses on, looking handsome with a touch of composure.

Perhaps because of his role as an expert at the fall trade fair, he deliberately suppressed his aura.

Yan Kexing leaned back in his chair and looked at him. "Shall we take my car?"

Shi Wen bending down to put on his shoes. "No, your car is too luxurious. I'm afraid I can't afford to pay for any scratches or bumps."

Yan Kexing then said, "I'll drive you."

"Don't you have to go to work?" Shi Wen up and smiled. "I'll just call a car later."

"You don't need to go today," Yan Kexing said. "I've already sent Gong Jiang over with two Hu Zai. I'll take you there when he arrives."

At this point, Yan Kexing Shi Wen no longer refused. A thought crossed his mind, and he asked, "Would you like to come with me to take a look?"

"Attend the trade fair?"

"Yeah, since you're already there, you might as well do some sightseeing."

"Alright."

Yan Kexing drove Shi Wen to the trade fair and actually went in with him.

The trade fair is very similar to the Grand Bazaar, but the trade fair is larger in scale and has a panel of experts on staff.

After Shi Wen went to report to the organizers, he received his name tag and went to sit in the sheep breeding area.

Anyone who has any questions may come before him and seek his help regarding breeding sheep.

The Autumn Trade Show is almost the biggest trade show of the year, and although it has only just begun, it is already bustling with people.

Shi Wen sat at a simple wooden table, watching the passersby.

This area is called a breeding sheep trading area, but there aren't actually many people trading breeding sheep here.

The turnover of breeding sheep is not very high to begin with, so if people want to see the quality of breeding sheep, they mainly rely on long-term tracking. It is unlikely that they can tell at a glance.

Perhaps for this reason, he was the only young expert in the breeding sheep area.

Shi Wen sat behind a simple wooden table, with Yan Kexing keeping him company.

The warm sunlight shone on the two of them.

Shi Wen at the passersby on the street and said to Yan Kexing, "Why don't you go for a walk? What's the point of just sitting here?"

Yan Kexing: "I can see it even sitting here, I'm too lazy to walk."

Shi Wen followed his gaze and saw an old man selling his more than one hundred sheep in the adjacent sheep section.

They settled in cash.

The sheep trader gave the old man a bag full of money, which the old man counted carefully, estimating to be at least 200,000 yuan.

Yan Kexing: "This year is a bumper harvest."

Shi Wen nodding in agreement.

This year's market is indeed good, with abundant water and grass, and few diseases. Among the sheep farmers he knows, basically none of them have lost money.

Like other industries, aquaculture is actually not very safe.

A farmer may have thousands or even tens of thousands of sheep, but lambs cost money, medicine costs money, feed costs money, everything costs money. If a few sheep die, or if the price of meat is low, the farmer will suffer losses.

I can't just not sell them; once the sheep grow to a certain size, there's not much room for them to grow anymore. If I keep raising them, I'll lose money every day.

Although farmers can earn a relatively large amount of money from selling sheep in the autumn and winter, in reality, the first thing they need to do after receiving the money is to pay off outstanding debts for fodder and veterinary care, and then set aside funds for next year's sheep-raising expenses before they can use the remaining money.

Putting Shi Wen others, even I, Shi Wen, still have a bunch of loans to pay off. Once I get the money, I have to pay off those loans first.

People who come to the trade conference probably already know what's going on, Shi Wen sat for a while and not many people came to ask him questions.

He basked in the sun, listening to the noise around him, and soon became sleepy.

He got up very early today to make it to the trade fair and finished the work on the ranch ahead of schedule.

Now that the sun is shining, I feel incredibly sleepy.

Seeing his expression, Yan Kexing said to him, "Sit here for a while, I'll go buy you a cup of coffee."

"I'd like black coffee," Shi Wen said, yawning. "I don't like the milk from outside."

Yan Kexing agreed, "Okay."

Yan Kexing had just left when an old herdsman with bowlegs led over two breeding sheep. "Expert, could you tell me how much these sheep are worth?"

The old herdsman had a dark complexion, only a few teeth left, and very noticeable bowlegs.

Shi Wen's gaze fell on the old herdsman. Although he knew that the water quality in the pastoral area used to be poor, the herdsmen lived in poverty, and that they were prone to developing bowlegs as they got older, he still couldn't help but take another look.

Before Shi Wen could look away, another middle-aged herdsman stepped forward. "I told him that I'm willing to offer six or seven thousand for these two breeding sheep, which is already a very reasonable price. He insists they're worth nine or ten thousand. Expert, you be the judge."