Little Life on An American Ranch

  Chapter 411 Small idea

  Looking at the two friends around him, Jian Heng thought to himself: No wonder rich people get richer and richer. Simple things can become a business once they pass through their minds!

   "Let's go, it's getting late, let's go to the restaurant, today, let's eat something simple, the copper hot pot in the old capital."

   Seeing his housekeeper beckoning to him, He Ye nodded to him, and then said to Wu Yong and Jian Heng next to him.

  Wu Yong and Jian Heng naturally followed He Ye into the restaurant, standing up and following He Ye.

The style of the restaurant is similarly simple. There is a hole about 60 to 70 centimeters in the middle of a square table, and a cloisonne hot pot is just placed in the hole. The diameter of 60 to 70 centimeters is quite big. Jian Heng is in the market. I have never seen such a big hot pot, and it is still burned with charcoal.

  As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw light flames rising from the chimney of the hot pot, and the broth in the pot was constantly tumbling.

  He Ye asked the two to sit down, and after the three of them sat down on one side, He Ye explained to everyone the method and origin of this pot of broth.

   "Your hot pot can also get in touch with the prodigal son of the Qing Dynasty? Why do I sound fake?" Jian Heng laughed at He Ye after listening.

  Jian Heng said that, firstly, they are friends, and secondly, there are no outsiders here, so it is not rude to say so, nor does he mean to make fun of He Ye, it is just a joke.

He Ye is naturally not annoyed, in fact, this is one of the reasons why he likes to be with Jian Heng, everyone likes to be flattered by others, but if there is too much flattery, then it will be rare for people who can talk to him casually up.

  People like He Ye are suspicious of people who come up to him. Whoever rushes to beg him is careful if he doesn't accompany him. How many friends can talk like Jian Heng.

   Also sitting on the table, it is impossible for Wu Yong to say this to He Ye.

"You think I'm as stupid as they are. Let me tell you about my prescriptions. The recipes you mentioned were used by Emperor Qianlong, the prodigal son of the Qing Dynasty. That's fine, I won't talk to you anymore. Let's all try it." He Ye didn't talk to Jian Heng too much, seeing that the dishes on the table were already full, so he took out a bib and wrapped it around himself, and called everyone to do it.

  Jian Heng stretched out his chopsticks, picked up one or two rolls of mutton and put them in the hot pot, paused for two or three seconds, and when he brought it out, dipped a little sesame oil and put it in his mouth.

   After chewing a couple of mouthfuls, he ate it. The mutton was from his own family, that is, a half-sized lamb that he sent over to He Ye two days ago. It was produced by a serious pasture.

  The mutton from the ranch is not a new thing for Jian Heng. It must be delicious, but it’s just like this when you eat it often, so after eating two chopsticks, he turned his goal to beef.

  He Ye’s beef here is instantly recognizable as wagyu beef. It has standard marbled texture and is thickly sliced. It takes more than a minute for it to be cooked through in the hot pot.

Seeing that Jian Heng fished twice to see if the beef was cooked, Wu Yong couldn't stand it any longer: "Actually, you can eat it just now. You can eat raw meat. Look at how I eat it. That's the right way to eat."

   Without saying a word, I shook the chopsticks in my hand. The beef on it only changed on the surface.

"I can't eat that. I like to eat almost all kinds of meat cooked and cooked." Jian Heng smiled and continued to turn over the beef in the pot with chopsticks. He took it out when the meat was a little stiff. He took it out and put it on the saucer in front of it, dipped it in the sauce, then opened his mouth, and stuffed the whole meat into his mouth in one bite.

   "Oh my god! You eat like..." Seeing that Jian Heng's cheeks were stuffed and bulging, Wu Yong really didn't know what to say about Jian Heng.

  He Ye also said: "It's a pity that you eat this beef like this."

   "It's fine if you're full. What a pity. It's just a full stomach. It's not so particular." Jian Heng shrugged with a smile.

   "Forget it, let's not argue with him because of his contribution to the less than half of the table!" He Ye was quite speechless.

   After speaking, He Ye picked up the wine glass in his hand and touched it lightly with Wu Yong. The two took a small sip each, and after putting down the wine glass, they continued the so-called advanced way of eating wagyu beef.

   After eating a few pieces of beef, he felt that the taste was similar to the one raised in his own ranch, not much better, so Jian Heng turned his attention to the shrimp on the table.

On the table are large prawns of water, produced in the quiet lake of Jian Heng’s home, almost all of which are palm-length shrimps. When they were first served on the table, some shrimps’ legs were paddling back and forth in the air, which shows that the shrimps are Nothing could be fresher.

At this moment, the three of them found something they like. He Ye likes to eat mutton, so he specializes in mutton rolls. Jian Heng likes to eat shrimp, so he piled up shrimp shells in front of him. Wu Yong specially dealt with it. River seafood, such as fish fillets, river mussels, and snail meat, all belong to his dishes.

   I don't know how the three of them chatted, and they chatted until Jian Heng got off the plane and got on the plane.

   "When will your plane arrive?" Wu Yong took a piece of mussel meat and dipped it in the saucer repeatedly, and suddenly a sentence came out of his mouth.

   "He bought an airplane? What model?" He Ye asked in surprise.

  Jian Heng looked at He Ye and explained: "It's not like your Gulfstream, I ordered a small one, Cirrus' S22, and the one introduced by Mr. Wu is known as the best single-engine aircraft in the world."

   "That plane is pretty good, I've flown it, and it's really pretty good for Wanwan," He Ye said.

   "You still have a pilot's license, why haven't I heard you mention it?" Jian Heng asked with a smile.

"My flight license was obtained earlier than yours. I got it when I was 20 years old, and it is definitely higher than yours. I can fly a small commercial aircraft license." He Ye looked at it with a particularly contemptuous look. He glanced at Jian Heng.

  Jian Heng replied to him, almost **** off He Ye: "You are so free, you have so much time to learn a business license!"

  Wu Yong saw that the topic was going off track again, and immediately asked: "When will the goods arrive?"

   "Next month," Jian Heng replied.

   "What version?" He Ye held back his breath and asked.

   "Standard version, what else is the version?" Jian Heng said: "Wait for the plane to come, and I happen to have a license to upgrade to another level. If you have something to do these days, you can go to brush this license."

  He Ye thought for a while, then glanced at Wu Yong.

  Wu Yongdun understood, and said to He Ye: "The standard version in the United States is about 450,000 or so."

  He Ye nodded: "It's pretty good!"

  He Ye said so casually, no matter how expensive it is, it can't be more expensive than his car.

   "By the way, I'm thinking of setting up a flying club with us, what do you think?" Jian Heng asked the two of them.

  He Ye was very curious: "There is no flying club near your place? No way?"

"There are, but I don't deal with those people, so I want to set up one myself, and I don't need to go to the outside world, just go to the inside directly. I can borrow entertainment-type flight services for the guests of the ranch, and at the same time, I can satisfy my own needs. maintenance and repairs," Jian Heng said.

  In addition to the place where Jian Heng learns to fly now, there is a small flying club about a 20-minute drive from Jian Heng Ranch in the west of Marion. Unfortunately, Jian Heng doesn't like the people in it.

"There must be no problem with the venue, but you have to think about the salaries of the staff. If no one plays, the salaries of the staff and the administrators will make a lot of money in a year. I really thought about it. Without spending one million a year, it is impossible to support this shelf," Wu Yong said.

  Jian Heng said: "Let's make a small one first."

He Ye said: "You are wrong. Small ones may not save money. In fact, there is almost no difference in maintenance costs between three and a dozen. A friend in L.A. does this, and I know a little bit about it, and you There are too few planes now, just one for some kind of club."

  Jian Heng scratched his head, feeling a little thumping in his heart. However, after thinking about it for a while, he decided to stick to his own idea. No matter what, he had to set up the shelf of this club first. When he thought that he was going to get together with those people who didn't like to talk to him, Jian Heng felt uncomfortable. extreme.

   "By the way, the matter in South Africa is over. I would like to thank you for helping me a lot," He Ye said.

  Jian Heng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what He Ye was talking about: "As long as you avenge your revenge, you will be fine."

"Absolutely revenge and absolutely relieve hatred. This person is either executed or indefinitely. Even if he can come out in the future, he will be in his seventies and eighties. Besides, his wife is now going through a divorce with her children. His reputation is ruined. Is it miserable enough for his wife and children to be separated?" He Ye looked up. He glanced at Jian Heng and said.

   "It's okay!" Jian Heng thought of Chen Cheng and felt bored.

  But thinking of Chen Cheng and the two women in the space, Jian Heng suddenly felt a little dizzy again.

  The three of them ate and chatted from noon to three o'clock in the afternoon. They didn't drink much wine and ate a lot of food, so when Jian Heng drove home, his belly was round.

  Back at home, as soon as Jian Heng got out of the car, he saw Zhang Jialiang running towards him beamingly: "Boss, boss, we have a new guest here."

   "Who?" Seeing Zhang Jialiang's appearance, Jian Heng must have thought that some super celebrity had come.

  "Black Hilton" Zhang Jialiang said.

   "Who?" Jian Heng was stunned.

   "Country singer, you don't know how famous you are? You were born in the last century, right?" Zhang Jialiang felt that his excitement was suddenly extinguished by the silly expression on his boss's face.

"Oh!"

  Although he showed a very clear look, Zhang Jialiang could tell at a glance that his boss had no idea who this big shot was.

  (end of this chapter)