Wang Tu Baye

Chapter 312 Beyond the Legend
Verus, who rushed to the farm in an emergency, was told that it was just a false alarm when he arrived, and Verus was relieved after hearing the news.

Doug followed behind Verus, and asked with a smile: "Boss, just a few chicks, I think the chicken farms in American farms are similar. At most, the feathers of these chicks are a little yellow. It will be a big trouble to transport them from South America." of."

Verus entered the office, sat on a chair, took a breath from the teacup and covered it, and said, "Thank you, Doug, these are not ordinary chickens, but authentic Shenzhou three yellow chickens."

Doug asked anxiously: "I know the three yellow chickens in China. Boss, you have taken me to China to eat countless times. Since you need it, why don't you import it from China? Although Lima is closer to the United States, the various customs clearance procedures are actually more expensive. It's very complicated, it's much more convenient than going to Shenzhou."

Verus spread his hands helplessly and said, "You think I don't want to, but our people have searched 960 million square kilometers in the land of China, even Southeast Asia, Australia, Europe and North America, but we haven't found the authentic three yellow chicken."

Doug asked in surprise: "Is that an exaggeration? Boss, you took me to Shenhai Xiaohuiji to eat three yellow chickens a few times. The taste is really good. Their chickens are not in your eyes?"

Verus shook his head and said: "Shenhai has no three yellow chickens for a long time. This kind of chicken is not suitable for large-scale chicken farms. They are all raised by farmers beside the Tiantou ditch on the side of the mountain. If you eat one and lose one, what happened in Shenzhou After several unforeseen accidents, not to mention Shen Hai, there is no authentic three yellow chicken in the whole of China."

Doug became interested and asked, "Boss, give me some popular science, why can't you find a chicken in such a big Shenzhou?"

Verus's face was heavy, and he said slowly: "The name of the three yellow chickens was bestowed by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Its appearance is actually easy to distinguish, with yellow feathers, yellow beak and yellow feet. Ordinary farmers in China will not deliberately protect chickens. The pedigree of the population is authentic, and with the invasion and hybridization of various foreign chickens, there is no authentic three-yellow chicken in the land of China."

After a while, Verus said: "Right now, you can find at most one or two yellow chickens in various places in China. Even if you occasionally find a few varieties that look like yellow feathers, yellow beaks and yellow feet, after I commissioned Shenhai Nongke The court carefully and dialectically judged that it can no longer be regarded as an authentic three yellow chicken."

Doug asked in surprise: "Is it possible that the earth is so big that you can't find a chicken?"

Verus smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, I thought so too at the beginning, and sent more than a dozen groups of poultry experts and breeding experts to search for them in Southeast Asia, Europe, Australia, and North America. I think there may be countries with a large number of Chinese descendants. Authentic Three Yellow Chicken."

Doug asked anxiously: "Then what happened afterwards? Why did you find South America again?"

Verus' eyes lit up, and he said: "I didn't expect South America at the beginning. Southeast Asian countries have the most overseas Chinese, then North America, Europe, and even the Middle East and Africa. I have sent several groups of people there, and they all returned empty-handed. By chance, word came that there might be chickens I needed in Peru, South America."

Verus took a sip of tea and said, "Actually, I'm about to give up. The master masters invited by Shen Hai have been in the sun for several months by the seaside of San Francisco. They are disheartened and ready to return to China for retirement." All of a sudden, I got news from South America, and those master masters rushed over to argue in person, God is sorry, they finally found it in Lima."

Verus pointed to the world map hanging on the wall, and said: "Don't look at the small size of Peru, only about 100 million square kilometers, and the population is very small, but there are 500 million descendants of overseas Chinese. It was because there were too few people. It was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty that a large number of Chinese laborers were brought in. In a Chinese village in the remote suburbs of the capital Lima, our people found a few pure-blooded three-yellow chickens.

Doug relished it as if he was listening to the Arabian Nights, and continued to ask: "Oh, boss, the three-yellow chicken you asked me to try a few days ago is the chicken I brought back from Lima? No wonder it tastes so good, it's so tender .”

Verus nodded and said: "That's right, these little chickens in our farm may be the last batch of purebred three-yellow chickens in the world. We still have several teams looking for them in Peru and other countries in South America. But so far, no 100% pure-blood Sanhuang chicken has been found.”

Bonnie, who came with Doug, was also dumbfounded, holding a cup of coffee that was cold, she rushed to ask: "Oh, so the story here is so twists and turns, so the Verus you found from Xiangjiang Master, what does he do?"

Verus smiled and said: "He, he is the world's number one dim sum master who I have spent a lot of effort to poach from Xiangjiang Restaurant. There used to be a local tycoon in the Middle East who offered a seven-figure annual salary, but he was not invited. Leave Xiangjiang."

Bonnie's eyes widened, and she asked in surprise: "Then Verus, did you offer an eight-figure annual salary? This is really crazy."

Verus smiled triumphantly: "No, no, I didn't pay a penny of my salary, so he followed me back to San Francisco obediently. He left all the things in Xiangjiang to his eldest son. You are in Oracle The team I saw in the basement of the museum was brought over by that old man from Xiangjiang."

Doug's face was also glowing, and he smiled flatteringly: "Bonnie, you don't know, when I went to Xiangjiang with the boss, the old man didn't know how arrogant he was, and he didn't move at all. Later, the boss took out three things Things, the old gentleman did not say a word, followed us to book a ticket and returned to San Francisco."

Bonnie was in a hurry, grabbed Verus's sleeve and asked, "It must be something great, tell me quickly, what kind of cuisine do they cook? Is it from the north, from the south, or from the west?"

Verus tugged at his sleeves and said dumbfoundedly, "They're not chefs, they only make steamed buns."

Bonnie's eyes widened again, and she said, "Small steamed buns? Shenhai Jiuqu Bridge, Verus, didn't you say that the one there is the best in the world? Do you want to surpass the level of Shenhai Town God's Temple?"

Verus nodded and said: "You have to know that in the era of China's opening up and reform, the first batch of people who were poached from Shenhai by Xiangjiang people were these Nanxiang people brought by this old man. His disciples and grandchildren."

Doug said in amazement: "Yes, at the end of the 70s, when Shen Hai's per capita salary was 36 yuan in Shenzhou dollars, the boss of Xiangjiang Restaurant offered the old man an annual salary of seven figures in Hong Kong dollars. I heard that After so many years, their family has bought countless houses in Xiangjiang, and their descendants all go to the best middle schools and universities in Xiangjiang.”

(End of this chapter)