There were constant curses in the bar, and Zhang Chi was in a happy mood, just like a butterfly flying into a sea of flowers.
Zhang Chicai has no interest in being a holy mother, sympathizing with other people's losses, sympathizing with others? When the cattle he raised only sold for more than two yuan, who the hell has ever sympathized with me, those profiteers who collect cattle, and monopolies?
Have the four major slaughtering companies ever pitied us?
No!
Why the hell can't I have fun right now?
Vaque, Biqi, Mazawak...!
The cowboys in the bar, both old and young, are like spitballers, spewing obscenities all the time.
At this time, an old cowboy stood up, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and shouted at the TV: "Fuck your Texas, buck, buck, buck! The price of my cattle is going to go up."
,Vak oil~!...".
The old cowboy shouted excitedly.
His roar instantly silenced the entire bar.
This eerie silence made it possible to hear a pin drop on the ground clearly, and everyone suddenly seemed as if they could no longer breathe.
Vaque! The price of our cattle has increased!
Suddenly, I don't know who followed him and made a noise.
Then the whole bar rang out with swearing again, but this time the swearing was filled with excitement, happiness, and the joy of having a good reward after a year of hard work.
Texas has suffered and suffered disasters, but that is a matter for Texas ranchers. What does it have to do with these guys? Not only does it have nothing to do with it, but it can also bring them a higher return for their year's hard work.
Everyone understands this truth. If there had not been a disaster in Texas, the price of the cattle in their hands might have been reduced continuously. It is already almost two yuan and three yuan. If it drops any further, their breeding costs will be directly penetrated. Now suddenly
Son, they will no longer lose money. Not only will they not lose money, but if the epidemic spreads, their returns will also increase.
Anyone who is not a fool can see the impact of the cattle epidemic in Texas on the entire U.S. beef market.
The cheers in the bar made this clear.
Zhang Chi finally stopped grimacing from the hard work. The smile on his face was like a blooming oxtail flower, so innocent, so enchanting, and full of yearning for the green ticket.
The atmosphere in the bar was up.
But Zhang Chi felt that it was too noisy, so he turned around and walked out of the bar. The cowboys laughing loudly in the bar did not notice Zhang Chi's departure. They were busy asking for drinks to celebrate the upcoming harvest.
Zhang Chi got in the car and drove to his pasture.
After entering the ranch, Zhang Chi saw that the lights in the cowshed were still bright, so he drove to the cowshed.
Pushing the door open and going in, the smell in the bullpen could no longer deter Zhang Chi, who was full of joy. He stood at the door and looked in, but couldn't find Cannon at once, so he directly grabbed the railing next to him and rode on
On the railing, I continued to look for Cannon.
"Cannon!"
When Cannon heard BOSS calling him, he straightened up and raised his head.
"BOSS!"
"Rinderpest broke out in Texas, and a large number of cattle died..." Zhang Chi said loudly.
When Cannon heard this, he immediately became energetic: "Really?"
Seeing Zhang Chi nodded, Cannon said: "Then the price of our cattle is going to increase, Vaque! The price of cattle has been weighing on my heart these days and I can't move it away. Now it's better."
Cannon has no sympathy at all for the suffering of the Texans. Firstly, he and Zhang Chi are not spiritual Americans. Secondly, the interests of this ranch are related. The faster the Texans die, the greater his profits will be.
many.
Who doesn’t want their competitors to die as soon as possible? The same goes for cattle farmers. There can’t be one family in the world!
The two chatted passionately, and Zhang Chi returned to the room.
This happiness makes it difficult for him to sleep now, because for Zhang Chi, every time the price of cattle increases by one cent, his income will increase by several hundred, and if it rises by one dollar, his income will increase by several thousand.
Really unable to sleep, Zhang Chi turned on his cell phone and made a video call with his parents.
The old couple are currently working in the greenhouse at home. It's not snowing at home, not even a single snowflake is seen. The temperature here is still in the twenties during the day, and it is around 17 or 18 degrees at night. On the ground
The couple working there are still wearing short sleeves.
"Mom, if the cow sales are good this year, you, my dad, my grandfather and my grandma will come here to celebrate the New Year," Zhang Chi said happily to his mother.
Zhang Chi's mother, Li Xiumei, smiled and said: "Let's forget it. There are tens of thousands for a round trip, and there are four of us. We can't throw tens of thousands on the road for each trip. If we don't go, you are still the only one."
Come back and save money."
Li Xiumei has been to Folsom, but this trip back and forth made her feel bad. The two of them spent tens of thousands on the road alone. How many years would it take for her and her father to farm so much money?
.
"When the price of cattle goes up, your son and I will also be rich," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
"If you have money, you can't spend it like this. If you save your money and marry a wife, your father and I can have a grandson early. Yao Xing, who is as old as you, will soon graduate from elementary school."
…”.
Marrying a wife and having children is always the most important thing for Chinese parents. Now their son is almost thirty and doesn’t even have a girlfriend. This makes the couple, oh, not a couple, a couple of four.
, and Zhang Chi’s grandparents were all worried.
"If we wait a little longer, how can we get a wife if we don't have money?" Zhang Chi laughed and said.
"When you get rich, Yao Xing's children will have sons," Li Xiumei complained.
"Then I'll find you a foreign devil?"
Li Xiumei quickly said: "Let's forget it. It's quite scary to look like a ghost. It's better for us Chinese girls."
"Okay, why are you talking to your child about this? It's up to the child to decide what he wants. Dachi, Dachi, foreign devils are also good..."
Zhang Chi's father, Zhang Youpeng, said something to his head.
"Go away." Li Xiumei glared at her husband: "When the time comes, you will laugh when I scold you in foreign languages, just like a fool, okay?"
"Don't listen to your dad's nonsense".
After chatting with his parents for a while, Zhang Chi asked: "By the way, where is my father and my mother?"
"Your father makes baskets at home, and the ones sold online are quite expensive now. Your grandma goes to watch mahjong."
Watching mahjong is just like playing mahjong. For the elderly in the village, playing mahjong is a very popular form of entertainment. Some people are very addicted to it, but Zhang Chi’s grandma is just an ordinary person who plays mahjong whenever she has a match.
It doesn't matter if you don't have a partner. It's not like many old ladies who get scolded by their daughters-in-law when they play mahjong.
After chatting with his parents for more than half an hour, Zhang Chi hung up the phone, turned on the electric blanket, and sat in front of the fireplace, warming himself by the fire while scrolling through his phone.
At this moment, Zhang Chi felt that he really needed a rocking chair, so that it would be more comfortable to sit in front of the fireplace and check his mobile phone.
After waiting for the electric blanket to heat up, Zhang Chi got into bed and slept.
After getting up the next day, Zhang Chi started to work after taking a shower. After inspecting the ranch, he came back for breakfast. After breakfast, he practiced riding lasso and other activities. It was noon. After lunch, he took a nap for forty minutes.
After one hour, continue working.
In the evening, I went to the bar and learned from the cowboys that early this morning, the price of live cattle suddenly returned to the purchase price of two and a half yuan.
But everyone knows that this is not the end yet. As the epidemic becomes more serious, prices will still rise.
Everyone knows this, and naturally no one is stupid enough to sell cattle at this time. Everyone is waiting. It is definitely impossible to sell at the highest point, but who doesn’t want to make more money?
Zhang Chi didn't take action either. Like everyone else, he was waiting for a good price.
After drinking a bottle of beer, he goes home, eats, washes and goes to bed. This is Zhang Chi's ordinary day's life.
It sounds boring, but in today's society, there is such a kind of boredom, which makes many people yearn for it.
The price of beef skyrocketed, reaching 2.5 yuan, 2.6 yuan, 2.7 yuan, and 2.7 yuan in less than a week.
At the price of 2.7 yuan, there are still not many ranchers willing to sell in the market. Whether they are cattle ranches or fattening pastures, they now understand that 2.7 yuan is definitely not the high point of the market.
Cattle raisers are looking forward to higher beef prices, but people across the United States are complaining because the price of beef in supermarkets is almost the same every day, and they are watching the prices go up all the way.
On the TV, citizens were complaining that the price of beef was too high and their families could hardly afford to eat beef. At the same time, it was reported that the total amount of beef on the market in the United States this year exceeded the same period last year. People watching did not know who to believe.
But this has nothing to do with Zhang Chi. He is so happy every day when he sees the price of beef. As for the news about rinderpest, he can't help but laugh.
Just a month ago, you had to make a phone call to the buyer to sell cattle. Now, buyers and fattening ranches call Zhang Chi every day and ask whether Zhang Chi's cattle can be sold.
Not for sale!
Only a fool would sell his cow at this time.
Two yuan and seven? A month ago, this price must have been sold at a high price, and I couldn’t even beg for it. Now, whoever sells it is stupid!
Nowadays, in the entire town of Amber, cattle ranchers walk with wind in their eyes. They can tell at a glance that the price of cattle has gone up, unlike in the past when everyone went out to fight with a defeated rooster.
Zhang Chi was naturally happy too. He eagerly hoped that the price of cattle would rise to a suitable price and would sell out the remaining cattle he had on hand.
Of course, two yuan and seven is impossible. Many old ranchers think that the price of cattle can be as high as three yuan. Zhang Chi does not have such high requirements, and he can pay for it on his own if it goes up to two yuan and ninety.
Zhang Chi's request also became a reality step by step. The price of cattle did not stop at the price of two yuan and seventy cents, but went directly over, and in one step it reached two yuan and seventy-five cents.
It didn't take long to charge two yuan and eighty cents. Less than half a month later, the price of cattle rose to two yuan and eighty-five cents.
At this time, some small ranches could no longer sit still and began to buy some of their cattle.
Zhang Chi is still waiting, waiting for the cattle price to cross his psychological price.
However, the cattle price showed a bit of weakness at two yuan and eighty-five cents, hovering around this price for several days in a row.