Looking at Nie Haizheng's somewhat skeptical gaze, Yan Fei smiled, "I've distributed over a thousand calves now, and the wages for my factory workers are even higher than those of the state-owned factories in our city. Do you think I could make so much money just on the price of ordinary beef? By the way, just to give you an idea, by the rate I'm earning money now, I make tens of millions a year."
What Yan Fei said was definitely an understatement, tens of millions could indeed mean four or five tens of millions a year.
Financial power is sometimes a symbol of strength, and hearing this, Nie Haizheng was completely at a loss for words.
After sending Nie Haizheng away, Old Pan began to think more. He was from the military, and he thought that Yan Fei's beef was good and should be supplied to the troops. So he was even more concerned about this than Yan Fei.
