"Boss."
At that moment, in a villa near Long Island, New York, a woman in a suit rushed in, looking anxious. She clutched a stack of papers in her hand.
"What's got you so worked up?"
Lounging in the villa's spacious hall, a woman dressed in sheer black gauze pajamas—without anything underneath—spoke lazily. Several other women surrounded her.
These women, with skin tones ranging from black to white to Asian, had one thing in common—their clothing was minimal, with certain areas barely covered. They clustered around the woman in black like affectionate kittens.
One woman fed her wine, another offered fruit—not with their hands, but with their lips. Others caressed her arms and legs, while two knelt at her feet, licking them with devotion. The scene was enough to leave anyone speechless.
The woman in the suit, however, remained unfazed, clearly accustomed to such sights. She stopped in front of the lounging woman, took a deep breath, and handed over the stack of papers.
Seeing the documents, the woman in black waved her hand, and her companions immediately stepped back, forming a respectful line behind her. She took the papers and began to read. As her eyes scanned the pages, a smile spread across her face.
"Well, well... 80% of the stock sold in just three days. Looks like I made the right call—this beef is selling like crazy."
She set the report down on the table, then pulled a stunning woman from the lineup and gave her a deep kiss. By the time she let go, the woman was breathless.
"The boss truly has great foresight! Should we go ahead and slaughter the remaining 9,000?" one of the women asked with a grin.
"There's no rush. Let them wait," the woman in black replied, her eyes gleaming with a shrewd light. "Do you know why the Fruit Company is so successful?"
"Hungry marketing," the suited woman immediately responded, catching on.
"Exactly. So we let them wait," the boss chuckled.
Meanwhile, in a villa in Boston, an elderly man examined a similar report. Unlike the previous one, however, this report stated that all of his beef stock had already sold out.
"Dad, in just three days, we've made over three million dollars. Your judgment was spot on," said a well-dressed middle-aged man standing in front of him.
And that was just one-tenth of their cattle supply.
If they processed the entire batch, they wouldn't just make three million—they'd make thirty million. That figure alone was enough to make his heart race with anticipation.
"Don't act too quickly. If Walmart isn't making a move, neither will we," the old man said, shaking his head as he studied the report.
The middle-aged man hesitated before nodding in understanding. "Yes, Dad. I get it now."
These two men were none other than Pravolton and Zhang Dehai, buyers of Jiang Hai's premium beef.
Ever since Jiang Hai's beef hit the market three days ago, the initial response was lukewarm. But on the second day, sales skyrocketed—more than doubling overnight. A staggering 95% of buyers were first-time customers.
Jiang Hai's beef was simply on another level. Even compared to the highest-grade Wagyu from Japan, his beef was vastly superior. While their appearance might be similar, Jiang Hai's beef far exceeded Wagyu in taste, texture, and nutrition. The secret? The spiritual energy infused into the meat—not only making it incredibly flavorful but also benefiting the consumer's health.
Naturally, it became the top choice for the wealthy elite.
On the first day, most people purchased just a small amount to try it. But by that same afternoon, many returned to buy more. Some waited until the next day—only to find that the original supply had already dwindled.
This scarcity only made them more desperate to get their hands on it. In places like Los Angeles, businessmen like Old Zhang were buying a dozen cuts at a time—not just for personal consumption but as gifts. Those who received the beef would cook it immediately, and after tasting it, they would inevitably call back, eager to know where they could buy more.
Within three days, Haishang City's initial stock had completely sold out. In Walmart stores, while supplies weren't entirely depleted, 80% of their beef was gone. Customers who hadn't secured their share left their phone numbers, desperate to reserve a cut from the next batch.
Even high-end Western restaurants were eyeing the product, hoping to place bulk orders. But Jiang Hai's beef was already in short supply among the elite—selling it to restaurants was out of the question.
Qi Li, who had been closely monitoring the beef's performance, received word of its success. Her new restaurant was nearly complete, with plans to open by early June. But with Jiang Hai's beef selling at such an insane rate, she grew concerned.
She immediately called Jiang Hai and demanded he reserve 1,000 cattle for her.
For once, she spoke more softly. She knew Jiang Hai was no longer the man she could pressure into submission. In terms of wealth, she now had to look up to him.
In just three days, Jiang Hai's beef had taken the high society food scene by storm.
But along with success came scrutiny. Some were drawn to Jiang Hai's beef with admiration. Others, however, had far less friendly intentions.
Jiang Hai, however, remained oblivious to all this. After selling two batches of beef, he kept an eye on market prices but spent most of his time with Ai Xiaoxi and Feng Yunchen.
Lately, the two women had grown accustomed to his presence. Every day, the three of them indulged in passionate "battles," their intimacy reaching new heights.
At first, they confined themselves to the bedroom. But soon, their escapades expanded—to the bathroom, the kitchen, the hallways, the staircase... then outdoors, from the forests to the airplane hangar, the beach, behind the reefs. But most of all, their favorite battleground was Jiang Hai's car.
That very moment, the three had just completed another intense round in the vehicle.
It's often said, "There are no fields that can't be plowed, only oxen that grow weary."
Jiang Hai was starting to believe it. Even with his superhuman physique—twice the limit of normal humans—he was beginning to feel exhausted.
Meanwhile, Ai Xiaoxi and Feng Yunchen were growing more radiant by the day. Their skin was smoother, their beauty more pronounced.
Between their diet rich in spiritual energy, the nourishment of love, and Jiang Hai's personal "supplements," their transformations were astonishing. They hardly resembled the women who had arrived at his estate just days ago.
Now, they lay on either side of him, their sweat-drenched hair cascading down as they rested, eyes closed, with contented smiles.
"Alright, time to go. It's getting late. I'll drop you off, then head out to catch some seafood. What do you want for dinner? Lobster, fish, prawns, sea cucumbers...?"
Ai Xiaoxi was the first to respond, raising her hand. "I want fish!"
"Me too. Catch plenty," Feng Yunchen added with a smile.
"Got it. No problem."
Back in China, fish was a delicacy. But for Jiang Hai, it was abundant.
"I really don't want this life to end," Ai Xiaoxi sighed wistfully.
"If you don't want to leave, then stay," Jiang Hai replied with a grin. He meant it.
To be continued...