readease Chapter 218 I feel like vomiting just hearing the sound
Chapter 218 I feel like vomiting just hearing the sound
Chapter 218 I feel like vomiting just hearing the sound
Once the overall plan for the Red River Valley Farm was finally finalized, the first task facing everyone was to recruit workers.
Ernst had some doubts. He wondered where Bird would find so many workers, most of whom would be skilled in planting techniques. Could Bird manage that?
However, his worries were obviously unnecessary, as the other party brought him back a village woman in her forties the very next day.
Sitting down at Ernst's table, Bird pointed to the village woman and solemnly introduced her, "This is Susan, she's the most skilled fruit grower in our town."
Hearing this, Ernst's suspicions deepened.
If Susan is truly the best fruit grower in town, as Byrd claims, then why hasn't she found a new home yet?
Logically speaking, such talent should have been sought after by a group of farm owners long ago, so how come it was Honghe Valley Farm's turn?
Bird immediately saw the doubt in Ernst's eyes and quickly explained, "We were just incredibly lucky; we got a great deal."
He paused, then continued, "Actually, there aren't any farms in our town that mainly grow fruit trees; most of them grow vegetables. Susan used to work in Monterey, and she only recently came back here."
Ernst knew Monterey; the Salinas Valley there is California's most famous fruit-growing region and is known as America's salad bowl.
The main crops grown are lettuce, peaches, apricots, grapes, citrus fruits, strawberries, apples, and tomatoes.
"Why did she suddenly come back when she was working perfectly fine in Monterey?" Ernst was still a little curious and couldn't help but ask.
Bird patiently replied, "Susan's family originally lived around here. They also have a small farm where they mainly make a living by growing spinach. At the beginning of this year, her father became very ill, so she had no choice but to come back to take care of the farm."
"However, growing spinach is not her forte; she prefers growing fruit trees. She heard that our Red River Valley Farm needs people with expertise in fruit tree cultivation, and since this place is close to her home, it would be convenient for her to go back and take care of it whenever she wants, so she took the initiative to come here."
After Bird finished speaking, Ernst's gaze darted back and forth between Bird and Susan.
Bird is 36 years old and has not remarried since divorcing his previous wife ten years ago.
Looking at Susan, she appears to be around forty years old. Because she has always worked on a farm, the farmer usually provides her with vegetables he grows and cattle and sheep as food. Therefore, Susan is not as overweight as a typical American middle-aged woman. Instead, she has a lot of charm and can be considered to have retained her charm.
Based on Bird's detailed description of Susan, he felt that this woman probably didn't have a husband either.
What does this mean?
Is he using his position to find himself a life partner through me?
You know so much about Susan's situation, you don't even know her measurements, do you?
Of course, these thoughts were just Ernst's private thoughts. If Bird could really find someone he liked, he would actually be happy for Bird.
Afterwards, Ernst chatted briefly with Susan and then understood Bird's intention.
Bird was unfamiliar with the place, but Susan was.
The workers on the farm all have their own little circles, and everyone knows who has the best skills and who has the best personality.
Red River Valley Farm could easily solve its recruitment problem by leveraging Susan's connections to find a large number of urgently needed skilled workers.
"Our farm pays its workers quite well, and the work isn't too strenuous. I believe it won't be long before we've recruited all the staff we need," Bird said confidently.
Ernst paid his employees $750 a week, which, while not exceptionally high, was quite good for the local area.
It's worth noting that cowboys typically earn around $600 a week, but fruit growers generally earn more, usually around $700 a week. Even in high-paying areas, wages rarely exceed $800 a week. Therefore, the salary offered by Red River Valley Farm is quite attractive.
More importantly, the farm also provides food and lodging, which means the workers earn an extra $200 per week, which is no small amount.
Having resolved the recruitment issue, Ernst turned his attention to farm construction, asking with great interest, "What should we do next?"
He didn't want to deal with the recruitment anymore; building the farm was much more interesting.
Bird clearly knew what was going on: "I'm going to buy cattle this afternoon, and while I'm at it, I'll hire two more cowboys."
Honghe Valley Farm plans to raise a variety of livestock, including cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, and horses.
However, apart from cattle and pigs, all other livestock can be transported from Whitney Farm.
Whitney Farm didn't have that many calves, and as for pigs, there weren't a single one.
Americans don't usually eat pork. To be more precise, they don't make a point of eating pork; they usually just add a little bit of pork to canned foods.
After all, even Americans know that adding a little pork to food can indeed make it taste better.
So this is also a big problem, that is, California does not have pig farming.
Americans raise pigs primarily for export. Land in California is so valuable, who would want to raise pigs?
"Buy cattle?" Ernst's eyes lit up immediately, and he said excitedly, "I'll go with you."
He had always seen bull markets in novels or on TV, but had never seen a real bull market in person. Now that he finally had the chance, he didn't want to miss it.
"Are you sure you want to go?" Bird asked hesitantly.
Ernst looked at Bird with a puzzled expression. What was there to be uncertain about? Couldn't a billionaire enjoy a bull market?
After lunch, Ernst and his group headed towards the nearby cattle market.
When they reached the bull market, Ernst finally understood why Bird had asked that question earlier.
There were just too many animals, and the smell... was just too damn strong.
He even thought that a toilet that had exploded would smell better than this; at least that would just be a stench, while this place was so pungent that you couldn't even open your eyes—it was fermenting.
"Now I finally understand why the bull market chose such a remote place," Ernst said, covering his nose.
They started from the town and drove for about 40 kilometers, and the nearest residential area to the bull market was more than 10 kilometers away.
If this bull market were to open near some small town, those hot-tempered people would probably pick up machine guns and mow down all the livestock in an instant—it's like using biological weapons!
Seeing Ernst's distress, Bird understood perfectly; after all, he had felt the same way when he first entered a bull market.
Bird asked with concern, "Why don't you wait for me outside? The smell inside is really unbearable. I can go in and buy the beef by myself."
He added, "The conditions at Whitney Ranch are considered good. If you go to a ranch in Montana, the cowboys have to wear gas masks every morning when they go into the barn, otherwise they simply can't stay inside."
Ernst leaned against the railing, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.
After adjusting for a while, I felt I could manage, so I raised my hand to indicate that I was fine and could go in together.
Just as Bird was about to step inside, Ernst's phone rang.
Ernst quickly took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and then pressed the answer button.
"Feed".
"Hey, Ernst!"
"Ugh~"
Ernst, who thought he had gotten used to the bull market, finally couldn't hold it in any longer after he finished speaking and vomited in the open space next to him.
People around him stared at the phone in Ernst's hand with strange looks, because the person on the other end of the line heard Ernst vomiting and immediately roared.
Even in the noisy environment of a bull market, the roar was still clearly audible.
"Am I really that disgusting to you? You actually threw up like this just from hearing me speak?"
Ernst was vomiting and feeling dizzy. Hearing the roar on the phone, he felt both amused and exasperated.
He was just about to explain, "Hey, Massim..."
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On the other end of the phone, Massim felt an urge to slam the phone down.
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