readease Chapter 220 Sincerity for Sincerity
Chapter 220 Sincerity for Sincerity
Chapter 220 Sincerity for Sincerity
When Ernst returned to Red River Valley Farm with his newly acquired herd of cattle, Quill was already waiting for him at the farm gate.
At this moment, Ernst truly witnessed the magic of connections in the cattle brokerage business. In just a few hours, this guy managed to gather nearly three hundred lively calves.
The efficiency is so high that calling it the "flash delivery" of the livestock industry wouldn't be an exaggeration.
At the farm gate, several pickup trucks were parked imposingly, each towing several flatbed carts. The carts were packed full of calves, each staring with its big, round eyes looking around. The scene was both spectacular and strangely comical.
"Daller, Harris, you two drive these little guys into the cowshed first." Bird had barely finished speaking when the two figures beside him immediately responded.
These two are cowboys who were just handpicked from the talent market in the bull market. The bull market is not just a place to sell cattle; it's a place where you can buy and sell livestock and recruit cowboys. It's practically a one-stop service station for ranchers.
In the United States, whether it's trading livestock or hiring workers, everything has to go through a contract process; it's very regulated.
These markets have designated areas for signing contracts, and the contracts are all standard templates. You don't need to rack your brains to figure out the terms; just fill in your name, write your salary, and pay a ten-dollar processing fee, and the job is done—simple and quick.
"No problem, leave it to us!" Dale and Harris patted their chests and agreed. They were indeed experienced and worked very efficiently.
However, the only drawback was that their tools were really inadequate. They had neither a herding dog to help them guide them nor a horse to take them around, so they had to rely solely on their two legs to navigate through the herd of cattle.
In America, it's not difficult for a cowboy to manage thousands of cattle.
But Ernst had his own methods for raising cattle. These cattle were for his own consumption, and he pursued natural feeding and resolutely refused to use force-feeding methods, so they were more troublesome to manage. That's why he specially hired two cowboys to help.
To be honest, Dale and Harris didn't make a very good first impression.
If it were an Asian person coming to America to raise cattle for the first time, they would definitely mistake them for farm drifters, dressed casually, with messy hair, and carrying a faint smell of grass and soil.
Indeed, whether on the East Coast or the West Coast, cowboys are the people you should never mess with.
What is a cowboy?
People in Beijing might call them "old punks," while people in Northeast China would call them "wild scoundrels." They're not just street thugs or hooligans; they're the real, fearless, and ruthless characters.
Don't mistake those scenes in movies where people draw their guns and confront each other when they disagree for artistic exaggeration; in the cowboy world, these are real, everyday occurrences.
However, Ernst had often interacted with cowboys since he was a child, and in his eyes, these people were actually easier to get along with.
Because cowboys exude a pure spirit, without many hidden agendas.
If you treat them sincerely, they will open their hearts to you. In critical moments, they will not only help with chores, but they will also go to great lengths for you without hesitation.
Texas is known as the Lone Star State for a reason; its people are known for their fiery tempers and incredible unity.
You dare target us Texans? We'll fucking take you down.
By the time all the calves and the specially purchased breeding cattle were safely herded into the cowshed, the sky was already as dark as if ink had been splashed on it.
Before leaving, Queville specifically instructed that "the remaining cattle will be delivered in the next two days."
The handover process was then handed over to Bird.
In the evening, the dinner table was still set with the same old roast meat. It wasn't that Ernst was too lazy to change the menu; it was just that this was the simplest thing to make, and Tom and the others were good at it. Rather than forcing themselves to try new dishes and creating some kind of culinary disaster, it was better to stick to roast meat, which at least guaranteed safety and a full stomach.
Ernst finished washing up and came to the dining room in his pajamas. As soon as he sat down, he noticed that someone was missing and asked, "Where's Harris?"
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"He's looking after the cattle." Dale's mouth was full of a steaming hot steak, and his words were a little muffled. "The cattle have just arrived in a new environment, and the first day is the most crucial. If it's not handled properly, it could easily cause a mass riot, and then the situation could get out of control."
This is not an exaggeration. Newly arrived cattle, especially adult breeding cattle, are in an unfamiliar environment at night and can become extremely irritable, like they've taken a shot of gunpowder. They may go berserk if you're not careful.
At this point, an experienced cowboy is needed to guide the situation. If the cowboy cannot be persuaded, he must be driven away quickly. He must not be allowed to cause trouble for the entire herd, otherwise the cowshed may turn into a battlefield overnight.
"Harris is keeping an eye on things right now. I'll replace him in a bit. We'll take turns keeping watch tonight, so don't worry, boss!" Dale assured him, patting his chest.
That's why Ernst liked cowboys; they were really simple.
Although Ernst was a billionaire, he never treated these people as servants.
He didn't care that the cowboys' muddy clothes were rubbing against the high-end sofa in the room, and he had just tossed the two of them a can of ice-cold beer, showing no airs whatsoever.
The cowboys felt respected and naturally reciprocated with their actions.
Ernst looked at the two of them, feeling a warmth in his heart, and said, "Then I'll trouble you tonight. Take some fruit and food with you, and some drinks back with you, so you can eat well if you get hungry tonight."
The farm's housing is all ready-made. In the living area not far from the main house, there is a row of small cubicles specifically for the workers.
However, these houses are clearly not enough, since Ernst's farm needs to hire more workers, so the construction of new houses has been put on the agenda.
Not only do the workers' housing need to be expanded, but Ernst's current house also needs to be renovated.
The house only has three bedrooms. It's cramped, like a dormitory, not to mention when guests come to stay.
After dinner, Ernst chatted for a few minutes before returning to his room.
Ernst slept exceptionally well that night.
Perhaps living on the farm awakened the farming genes in his body, because he got up exceptionally early the next day.
The farm was cool in the early morning, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of morning dew. Taking a deep breath, you were filled with the taste of nature.
Ernst strolled over to the cowshed and immediately smelled the stench of cow dung.
However, compared to the mixed odor of various livestock smells that filled the bull market yesterday, the smell in the cowshed was like a girl's boudoir, so refreshing.
By now, Dale and Harris had obviously finished their work and were resting on a haystack nearby. They looked a little tired, but were full of energy.
Looking into the cowshed, the troughs were filled with fresh hay, and the calves were eating happily with their heads down, occasionally swishing their tails.
"Boss." Upon seeing Ernst approach, the two immediately stood up to greet him, their movements swift and efficient.
"How is it? Are there any problems with the cattle?" Ernst asked with concern.
"Very good," Harris replied with a smile, his tone full of satisfaction. "These cattle are very adaptable, and the key is that the breeding bulls are in good condition and haven't been throwing a tantrum, so they can also help the calves settle down."
Dale added, "We'll let them out to get used to their environment later. They'll definitely fight a few times, and once a winner is decided, the order of the herd will be pretty much established."
Don't think that bulls fighting is just looking for trouble. In fact, bulls, like wolves, have a sense of leadership. To put it bluntly, they are fighting for territory and establishing their status.
When they arrive in a new environment and face new companions, they must distinguish between the eldest and second eldest of the bulls; this is the rule.
The winning bull not only leads the herd but also has priority in choosing heifers, thus having its own harem, which perfectly aligns with the natural law of survival of the fittest.
Good genes must be passed on so that the next generation of calves can be stronger.
"Great, our horses should arrive this afternoon."
As soon as Ernst said this, Dale and Harris's eyes lit up, and their smiles became even brighter, their mouths almost reaching their ears.
For cowboys, life without horses is like a chef without a pot or a painter without a brush—it's incredibly uncomfortable.
Ernst chatted with the two of them for a few more minutes, and before leaving, he specifically told them, "Remember not to be late tonight."
That evening, Ernst was going to host a dinner for all the neighbors in town. After all, he had just bought the Red River Valley Farm, and from now on, this town and the surrounding towns would all be within the Ernst family's sphere of influence. Maintaining good neighborly relations was also a top priority.
These neighbors are not ordinary passersby; their votes are real resources.
On a smaller scale, it can influence elections in a town or a city.
On a larger scale, it could even play a role in state and national elections.
Why does capital sometimes outweigh power in the United States?
In fact, to a large extent, this was due to the local structure where imperial power did not extend to the county level, allowing large local families and farm owners to have a strong influence on local affairs.
Don't assume that people from large families are aloof and out of touch with reality. They care more about protecting their home base than anyone else, because it is their foundation and the root of their existence.
How does one acquire prestige?
It's not something you can build up just by having a lot of money. The key is how many people you're willing to use your resources to help and how many people you can influence.