Seeing Jiang Hai's actions, the girls at the counter immediately picked up the black gold card and checked it online.
When the computer screen displayed a string of numbers matching what Jiang Hai had said, the girls looked at him with brighter eyes. It seemed that this was a very low-key rich man.
"You... are very confident!" The young man's eyes narrowed as he glared at Jiang Hai, whose actions had forced him to lose face. His expression darkened with anger. To be honest, he wasn't a naive young man; otherwise, he would have been swallowed up by his family without a trace. The reason he sided with his employees earlier was because this person was his subordinate.
People are like this: when they beat others, it's justifiable, but when they lose, they demand fairness.
In truth, Jiang Hai was also such a person, so how could he let this guy off easily?
"Of course, I'm confident. I've always been like this," Jiang Hai replied with a chuckle, gazing at the man in front of him.
"Let's go." The young man squinted, clearly weighing whether the bet with Jiang Hai would hold.
Although 10 million was tempting, he had to be able to afford it. He didn't understand why Jiang Hai was so confident about his cattle, but he was a businessman, not a gambler. If he were an IT player or a venture capitalist, he might consider gambling with Jiang Hai. But his company was a livestock business. The biggest risk they faced every year was betting on the price of grass. That was it.
His company operated with small profit margins and was focused on stability. If he lost this 10-million-dollar bet, not only would he likely lose his position as general manager, but it would also affect his family's inheritance.
Even if they won, they'd only gain 10 million dollars.
Although the green US dollars were tempting, it wasn't worth risking everything for.
He shot Jiang Hai a glance before turning to his employees.
"Hey, are you leaving now? If not, let's settle this. Five million is fine," he called out, watching them leave. Jiang Hai couldn't help but shout after them. Though the group didn't know what Jiang Hai was thinking, he dared to shout, which made the young man cautious. As the group quickly left, Jiang Hai chuckled softly.
"No, boss." Seeing Jiang Hai smile, Bell-Lester approached with a chuckle.
It wasn't just Jiang Hai who was confident in their cattle; they were also quite confident in it.
After all, the cattle had been personally raised and slaughtered by them as novices. The chances of getting premium A-grade frost-fall beef were nearly 100%. This winter, they had slaughtered many cattle, all of which were relatively thin. There wasn't a single cow without premium A-grade beef, though the meat yield varied.
This type of beef had always been a trump card in the cattle industry. Why is Japanese beef so amazing, and why does it have such a reputation? It's because these cattle live a special life, which greatly increases the chances of producing this kind of beef.
But even with a nearly 100% success rate, it wasn't guaranteed. However, Jiang Hai's success rate was 100%.
As long as nothing unexpected happened to his cattle, his manor and beef would be a hit.
"You can't treat everyone as fools. Let's go, back to sleep." Jiang Hai was a bit surprised by the young man's calmness. Wasn't it said that the protagonist has an aura that makes people act foolishly?
Even if the protagonist's IQ is low, the IQ of his opponents should be even lower.
But recently, Jiang Hai had noticed that his opponents weren't any less intelligent than he was. In terms of physical fitness, he was definitely top-tier, but when it came to IQ... well, let's just say he didn't think he was particularly smart.
Shrugging, he walked into the elevator with Bell beside him. They reached their floor, where he handed out keys to each person, and they headed to their respective rooms.
Since only four people had come with Jiang Hai, there were five rooms in total. One room remained vacant, but if that room was a standard room with two beds, it would be a waste, so Jiang Hai requested a room with a large bed. One room per person was ideal.
After entering his room, Jiang Hai took a shower and rested.
Although he had taken breaks during the drive, he still felt a bit tired—not physically, but mentally.
A hot bath made him feel much better. Afterward, he sat on the sofa and watched TV.
About two hours later, he swapped his F750 for Robbins. He was reluctant to let his little War Shield be controlled by someone else; his interest hadn't yet worn off.
Resting in the cowshed couldn't compare to resting in a hotel. Not only was there a cold wind, but there was also the smell of cow dung.
People stayed in the cowshed, but they hardly spoke since they had to focus on the cattle. Jiang Hai lay on a chair there and played with his phone for two hours. Afterward, Bell replaced him.
Once back at the hotel, they got some rest. The next morning, Jiang Hai, Robbins, and Bell—who had just returned—headed to the cowshed. Bell and Enor Ceci stayed behind to guard the cattle, while Jiang Hai and Robbins went to the exhibition venue.
There, they needed to confirm many details, like their booth, security, promotional boards, and the sturdiness of the iron fences for the cattle. If any issues arose, they could quickly address them with the organizers.
Fortunately, the organizers had done their job well. The booth, costing 1.1 million US dollars, lived up to its price. Since Jiang Hai only had 15 cattle at the exhibition, the space wasn't large, but it was strategically placed—at the front of the hall, near the entrance.
Nearby, there were no private cattle sheds or exhibition halls, just livestock companies.
The Carlett Company, which held a grudge against Jiang Hai, was located opposite him. However, their booth was much larger than Jiang Hai's.
As Jiang Hai and Robbins were checking the facilities, people from Carlett Company arrived for their inspection.
When the young man in charge of Carlett Company saw Jiang Hai, he couldn't help but chuckle. Although he had refused to accept Jiang Hai's 10-million-dollar bet, he still looked down on him. A small private manor daring to challenge a big company like his? He had already decided that Jiang Hai wouldn't sell a single cow at this exhibition.
His subordinates understood his mindset, so before arriving, they'd spoken to the two companies beside Jiang Hai. Although one was from the central region and the other from the west, neither was smaller than Carlett Company.
But they were now in the east, and this was Carlett's territory. As the saying goes, "A strong dragon can't suppress a local snake." It was all about face, and they had nothing to lose. As a result, Jiang Hai and his team seemed isolated.
Jiang Hai was busy all day. Aside from staff bringing water and asking if he needed anything, the two companies beside him didn't speak to him.
For most, such an atmosphere would be stifling, but for Jiang Hai, it didn't matter.
He wasn't planning on talking to anyone. It was actually better for everyone to focus on their own tasks.
After a long day, Jiang Hai ordered a hearty meal at the hotel for his team, a gesture to lift their spirits. Robbins, Bell, and Enor Ceci had been working hard lately, and a good meal could warm their hearts.
On the 21st, the cattle were taken to the exhibition area. On the 22nd, they checked the equipment there. On the 23rd, they prepared the cattle for testing.
At 8:00 a.m. on the 24th, the Eastern Beef Cattle Show in New York State officially began.
Though it wasn't as extravagant as some exhibitions in China, with lights and firecrackers, the road outside the exhibition hall was already jammed that morning. Cars lined up to enter the parking lot.
Despite the exhibition being located outside New York City, in the suburbs, near New Jersey, the location didn't deter visitors. Purchasing staff from large chain restaurants, hotels, and supermarkets flooded in.
What was initially a quiet exhibition quickly became crowded.
Amidst the sea of people, Jiang Hai and his team sat in front of their booth, observing the crowd and the performance of the other companies. Jiang Hai couldn't help but feel a bit naive. He had initially thought a beef cattle exhibition would be similar to domestic agricultural fairs—just a place to showcase products and attract interested buyers. But the reality was different. The companies around him were not just displaying cattle; they were treating the event like a high-stakes competition.