"Ask your friends in the capital if they're interested in doing pork trade," Shen Dong said, watching Wang Xiaocong with a helpless smile and pointing a finger into the air, "Don't underestimate pork trade. Even a province with poor conditions consumes hundreds of tons of meat a day. Think about it, if you earn a thousand per ton."
"What a joke?"
"Isn't that a profit of several hundred thousand a day?"
"What do you think?" Shen Dong replied with a sly smile, leaning on the table and sitting down, "Aren't these people all powerful and connected? We take the government office route, and the Price Bureau would surely welcome a large supply of safe, inexpensive pork flooding the market!"
Wang Xiaocong turned his eyeballs, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Brilliant!"
He didn't act like an outsider, pulling out his phone on the spot, dialing a number, and getting straight to the point, "Bro, do you want a piece of this action?"
