The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 172 171. The Indians are coming

Unexpectedly, after posting the forage information on the website, it attracted a big customer.

It was Geronimo, the chief of the reservation who had been silent for several months. He wanted to buy pasture.

Lin Feng thought they had given up on animal husbandry and concentrated on gambling. It was said that a new casino was opened not long ago and business was booming.

The caller was Geronimo's assistant, saying that the grass on their land had grown slowly after the cold winter, and they had to rely on buying grass to survive for a period of time. This was something that had never happened in previous years.

Although the reservation and pastoral areas are right next to each other, the scenes are completely different.

The land there is barren, let alone farming, even the tenacious weeds grow sparsely. But here at the lakeside pasture, there are green grass, flocks of cattle and sheep, and it is a prosperous scene.

Lin Feng keenly sensed business opportunities. He knew that although transactions with Indians needed to be reviewed by the state government, Geronimo's local influence could not be underestimated.

Moreover, this will also be a good opportunity for Lakeside Ranch to open up new markets. He immediately decided to prepare the business and started arranging related matters.

In the early stage, the Indians planned to purchase 800 tons of forage first. Although it would only be a drop in the bucket for the thousands of cattle on the reservation, it would at least meet their urgent needs.

Lakeside Ranch cannot produce that much goods at the same time. Currently, it can only provide 400 tons. Chief Geronimo still needs to purchase it from other places, and even has to go to Wyoming and Idaho to find supply sources.

The day after the call, a Mercedes-Benz slowly drove into the ranch.

"Jorge Briceño, I am Geronimo's assistant. The chief went to Washington these days to attend an indigenous meeting organized by the Ministry of Interior, and gave me full responsibility for this matter."

"Mr. Lin, we meet again." The man was very enthusiastic, with a smile on his face, and extended his right hand as he walked.

Even Charlie, who has always been calm, is no longer calm. Of course, he also knows that this year is special and the forage harvest in the reservation has failed. Otherwise, it would not be possible to make such a large purchase.

After hearing this, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said calmly: "In that case, then take back the land that belongs to you from the white people."

Lin Feng's words made Jorge fall into deep thought. He glanced at Lin Feng again and nodded with a smile, "I know the history of your country. Like the Indians, we had a period of hardship, but you stood up again. This This is where we are different.”

If I remember correctly, the current Secretary of the Interior of the United States is an Indian. I don’t know if they want to make any big move, but that has nothing to do with Lin Feng, at least temporarily.

His words surprised Jorge and he looked at Lin Feng in confusion.

He wears long braids, earrings, and two blue rings on his right finger, very Indian style.

Lin Feng went up to him and shook hands with him, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know your name yet."

Lin Feng explained: "I mean, you should take action to take back the land that once belonged to you. You have lost too much, so what is there to be afraid of now? War does not have to be fought with guns."

"You're welcome and safe."

His voice is full of nostalgia and longing for the land of his ancestors. Just like Geronimo, the emotions of the tribesmen are sincere and warm.

He looked familiar, he had been with me all the time when we were selecting calves in the reservation.

Jorge looked around, with deep love in his eyes, "This is really the most beautiful pasture I have ever seen. Look how fertile the land is, with flocks of cattle and sheep. Compared with the barren land given to us by the white people, it is simply a world away." The difference!"

David was shocked when he learned about the appetite of the reservation. According to the current market price, 800 tons is close to 20 US dollars.

He paused and continued: "Or are you satisfied with the status quo and think that the money you make in the casino is enough? But if you want your nation to stand firm among the nations of the world, long-term compromise will only In exchange for others’ contempt.”

After getting off the car, he put on a black cowboy hat and walked towards the wooden villa.

Coming out of the car was the chief's assistant, an Indian who was more Indian than Geronimo.

This man gave Lin Feng a sonorous and powerful feeling, every step was solid, like a well-trained tribal warrior.

"Mr. Lin, you seem to be a different person today, completely different from the last time I saw you."

"Since I took over the ranch, I have been thinking about how to hold on to this land before going to bed every day. It is easy to conquer a country, but difficult to defend it."

"Maybe we can be friends," Jorge said. Lin Feng smiled and said, "As far as I know, you and John Otto are friends. His and I have different philosophies."

Jorge said nothing, just smiled.

It seems that his guess is correct. In a sense, the interests of the Otto family are consistent with Geronimo.

But they are not exactly the same. These differences have caused them to be wary of each other, resulting in slow progress.

Whenever we talk about these topics, they seem very heavy, so we put them aside for the time being. Today we are here to talk about business.

Jorge came here to check on the quality of the forage to make sure it was indeed meeting their requirements.

"Mr. Lin, I have visited several ranches. It is difficult for them to get the grass Geronimo asked for. Someone told him that the grass at Lakeside Ranch is of high quality, so I came here."

His English is heavily accented and requires careful listening to understand.

Lin Feng called Charlie, who was more knowledgeable in this area, and accompanied him to the warehouse.

Passing by the cattle living area on the road, the strong and strong men looked very eye-catching.

"That's the breeding cow we sold you last year, right? It's so strong!" Jorge sighed.

"Yes, it seems to have gotten stronger after a winter, and most of the calves at Lakeside Ranch in the future will be its offspring."

"By the way, how's the red Angus cow doing?"

Lin Feng has always been thinking about the "super big guy" who is even bigger than the big guy. Unfortunately, the Red Angus variety is not recognized by the United States Department of Agriculture.

Jorge spread his hands and said, "Geronimo is going to send it away. I don't know whether the terminal is a slaughterhouse or somewhere else, but it must be part of the business."

Well, what a pity for such a bull.

Over there in the large warehouse, Uncle David was driving a tractor to transport hay.

The finished products that have been bundled are piled into a hill and neatly stacked inside.

Charlie pointed to the four corners of the warehouse and said to Lin Feng: "BOSS, these are fire-fighting equipment prepared for inspections. There should be no problem."

Lin Feng nodded, he admired Charlie's style of doing things.

Jorge's eyes lit up when he saw the haystack, as if he were a long-starved bull.

"How many are these?" he asked.

Charlie held his chin and thought for a while before saying: "Close to 200 tons."

Jorge shook his head, "Not nearly enough."

"If we harvest 800 tons of grass now, I'm afraid the Ministry of Agriculture will find us in trouble and they will sue me for ravaging the land."

Jorge obviously knew the regulations in this regard, and he was helpless.

It can be seen that the grass at Lakeside Pasture is the best he has ever seen, but due to policy issues he cannot get much.

Unless Lin Feng continues to buy land and expand the pasture area, he can grow more pasture.

Over there, David had just finished unloading the goods and drove the tractor out of the large warehouse again.

(End of this chapter)