Doppelganger

Chapter 16
This made Wang Dashu slightly startled, and said embarrassingly.

As I said before, he is not good at communicating with people, let alone communicating with strangers.

The old man's words made him feel a little panicked, but when he thought that if the physical god starved to death and failed his mission, he would be punished by weakening the strength of his soul by three points. Even if Wang Dashu had language difficulties, he could only bite the bullet. up.

Otherwise, being an idiot is no fun.

"Buy meat? How much?"

The old man was a little skeptical. Looking at the boy's shy appearance, he was not in business. Could it be that this guy regarded this place as a vegetable market?

"Two thousand catties!"

Wang Dashu was also a little dizzy at this time, so he directly said the number.

Fortunately, the old man didn't ask any further, he picked up the landline and dialed: "Da Liu, I have a business call, what, yes, yes."

After hanging up the phone, the old man picked up the tobacco rod, tapped it, reloaded the shredded tobacco, lit it, and left the reception room: "Let's go, I'll take you to Manager Liu."

After saying this, Wang Dashu realized that he had forgotten to smoke before, and hurriedly took out a pack of Cuihu Hardcover from his trouser pocket, tore it open, popped out one, and handed it to the old man: "Master, I don't know your old name?"

As soon as the smoke dissipated, the old man's expression became much softer, his speech was no longer so rigid, and his conversation became a little more humorous.

At this time, Wang Dashu found that communicating with strangers was not as difficult as he imagined. As long as he had to bite the bullet, practice a few more times, and add some lubricants, he didn't seem to have any major problems.

After stammering a few words with the old man, Wang Dashu almost knew something about the Daliu Meat Factory.

Some of them are similar to those found on the Internet. The operating status of the Daliu Meat Joint Factory is not very good.

This is not surprising. Although pork, mutton, and beef are all meats that everyone wants to eat, the logistics are so convenient these days. Fresh and refrigerated pork, beef, and mutton from other places have entered in large quantities, and the business of these local meat joint factories has been squeezed. .

Take the Daliu Meat Factory as an example. Sometimes, it can't kill twenty pigs in a day!

For a slaughterhouse capable of killing [-] pigs a month, this is bad business.

Just as Wang Dashu guessed, the old man's surname was Ge, and he was a pig butcher in a meat joint factory before retirement. When he was about to retire, the meat joint factory went bankrupt and was acquired by someone, so he simply retired, unwilling to leave himself. The meat factory who had worked all his life stayed here as a porter.

It is said that Liu who bought the meat joint factory was originally an employee of the meat joint factory, but he resigned and went out to work alone when he had a conflict with the leader. Taking advantage of the opportunity when everyone's economy went straight to a well-off society, he really made a lot of money. No, later on Killing and returning, it can be regarded as returning home, and avenging that little revenge.

The two were talking, and the office building arrived soon.

The office building is very dilapidated. It seems that even if it was purchased by a private person, then Liu is not a person who is greedy for enjoyment, and he never redecorated the office building at all.

"Big Liu, Big Liu."

The old man yelled a few words, and a burly man in his 40s came down wearing a work uniform: "Here it is, is this brother Wang? Let's go, let's go straight to see the goods. We just killed some black pigs today. It’s almost useless to stir-fry twice-cooked meat!”

This big liu's image doesn't match the manager at all.

However, Wang Dashu was originally a man of few words, so he nodded and followed Da Liu towards the pig slaughtering workshop. When he arrived at the field, several workers were slaughtering pigs.

It was the first time Wang Dashu saw the scene of killing a pig, so he was a little excited.

To say that this meat joint factory kills pigs is naturally different from the butchers in small workshops. They use electricity to kill pigs.

In the pig slaughtering workshop, there is a place surrounded by iron fences and covered with iron plates. The workers drove the pigs in, and when they turned the power switch, there was no sound, and there was no spark, and the pigs fell on the iron plates. After a convulsion all over the body, he died.

Compared with a group of people holding down the pig and the butcher stabbing the throat with a knife, it is undoubtedly much more convenient and quicker here.

Of course, even so, work such as bloodletting, hair removal, segmentation, etc. cannot be escaped.

"What is the requirement for Brother Wang's two thousand catties of meat? I can calculate the price."

After watching the scene of killing pigs, Da Liu returned to his job and asked questions.

Those workers were nimble, they quickly hung the pig on the iron hook, and began to bleed and shed its fur. The bloody scene really made Wang Dashu unbearable.

"Nothing."

When Wang Dashu answered subconsciously, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind. It seems that the flesh god is not picky about meat?
"Mind connection!"

Regardless that he was still at the pig slaughtering scene, Wang Dashu mentally connected with the physical god hiding in Huanglong Mountain, and searched for relevant memories.

Of course, at the moment when the soul was connected, the hunger and weakness from the physical god almost made Wang Dashu kneel on the ground. Fortunately, Da Liu stretched out his hand and grabbed him, and asked with concern: "Wang Dashu?" Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just want to ask how you deal with the water after slaughtering pigs in your meat joint factory every day?"

After Wang Dashu found the memory he needed, he had already cut off the spiritual connection, but he was somewhat embarrassed and lacked confidence when he asked the question.

No way, I said I wanted to buy meat before, but now I want to switch to pigs, etc. This seems to be a bit contradictory.

"All offal and so on are given to those roast meat stalls. Does Brother Wang still want to buy some offal? How much? The price is negotiable."

Da Liu didn't seem to notice Wang Dashu's strange behavior, and replied with a smile.

But when Liu talked about the price, Wang Dashu became a little discouraged, because he thought the problem was too simple.

This is not a foreign country, whether it is pigs, cattle, sheep or other domestic animals, any part of them has value for use.

Among other things, let’s take the parts other than pork as an example. The pig’s head, pig’s stomach, pig’s large intestine, and pig’s small intestine can all be used to make roasted braised pork, which is actually more sought-after than pork. On the contrary, it is more expensive than pork.

And the only thing that is cheaper than pork is the bone, but it costs eight yuan a catty.

But pork ribs are not considered meat. Just when Wang Dashu was about to choose to buy two thousand catties of pork ribs, the system reminded him.

In other words, Wang Dashu's previous plan to use cheap pigs to feed the flesh gods instead of meat fell through.

"Forget it, let's talk about the price of pork first."

Wang Dashu blushed, and dared to talk about the price with Da Liu.

This big Liu probably wants to develop a new customer, and the price is not bad. After Wang Dashu said that any part of the meat is acceptable, he said that frozen meat is cheaper. It was five yuan cheaper, and the pork could also be sent to the place designated by Wang Dashu, but it could not go beyond the scope of Cuihu City.

(End of this chapter)