Suming wasn't being modest; it truly was just a small restaurant. Following Hong Feifei's design, Whisperwind Pavilion only operated on three floors with the fourth floor as a bar, so even at full capacity, the customer flow was limited.
Even if Whisperwind Pavilion Restaurant didn't need that much meat, with several businesses under his control and a zoo with dozens of employees, he could easily treat it as a New Year's benefit to distribute.
Besides, there was Ding's Xiankelai.
This girl came to the zoo whenever she fancied to hang out with her head chef, so how could she refuse to help get rid of a few thousand pounds of wild boar meat?
Suming told it like it was but when it fell on the shareholders' ears, it sounded like humility. Second Uncle slapped his thigh, "You kid, why didn't you say so earlier? With you running a big restaurant, why should we worry about a market? No wonder you even got a plane!"
"It really is a small place."
As Suming spoke, his mind took a turn.
