A Frenchman with a big nose took the microphone and said a few words, and then loudly announced in anticipation: "I announce that the winner of this year's Landes Goose Contest is Joe Mitterrand of Cedar Farm!"

Hearing Big Nose say the name Joe Mitterrand, cheers and boos rang out at the same time.

Looking at the audience's two completely different reactions, Xiao Ping couldn't help but whisper to Pierre: "It seems that this year's championship is very controversial, is there a shady scene?"

Pierre shook his head and said, "No, at most it's just a bit controversial about the result, who would cheat in this kind of game?"

While the two were talking, a tall and thin old man with sharp eyes had already stepped onto the stage and received the ribbon and an envelope from the host. The envelope contained a prize money for the champion, a cheque for two thousand francs.

At the same time as the award was being presented, another staff member had already pushed a goose to the stage. Even a layman like Xiao Ping can see that this goose is indeed extraordinary. Not only is he huge and fat, his feathers are neat and obedient, but he also looks like he is looking forward to standing on the cart, and he really looks like a champion.

As soon as Pierre saw this goose, he was amazed, and couldn't help but say to Xiao Ping: "This goose is indeed very good, and it deserves to be the champion, I don't understand why those people want to boo him." Xiao, if the geese on Cedar Farm are similar to this one, you should go there and buy goose breeders. ”

Xiao Ping also nodded in agreement. A man dressed as a farmer next to him heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

This person's reaction made Xiao Ping a little strange, and he couldn't help but ask him: "This gentleman, what's wrong with our plan to buy breeding geese from Cedar Farm." Makes you think it's so funny?"

Because he inadvertently laughed at Xiao Ping and Pierre, the man also felt a little embarrassed. Chao Xiaoping smiled apologetically: "The geese on Cedar Farm are very good, but old Mitterrand is a person...... You just have to listen to the boos just now!"

The man apparently knew Mitterrand. When he said this, he closed his mouth, shook his head and walked away, making Xiao Ping and Pierre a little confused.

At the same time, the host on the stage smiled and said: "Please give everyone a few words about this year's champion, Mr. Mitterrand!"

Mitterrand took the microphone, was silent for a while, and then suddenly said loudly: "It is inhumane to use Lande goose to make foie gras! You are abusing animals, geese also have the right not to be abused, and resolutely resist foie gras ......."

Every time Mitterrand said a word, many of the audience below let out a burst of boos. It is important to know that the biggest use of the Langde goose is to cultivate foie gras, and many people in the audience are running goose farms. Mitterrand would be ruining everyone's jobs if he said this. Being booed by others is also expected.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the host hurriedly snatched the microphone from Mitterrand's hand, and said with a somewhat embarrassed smile: "Ha Luha, I have forgotten that old Mitterrand is a staunch protector of the Lande goose, so he should not have been allowed to speak." ”

The host's words caused a burst of laughter, and Mitterrand hugged his baby goose and left the stage lonely amid the laughter of the crowd.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly at Pierre: "No wonder Mitterrand is not very popular, a person who raises Lande geese is actually a Lande goose conservationist, what is this?" ”

Pierre also said helplessly: "If Mitterrand knows that you also want to cultivate foie gras." I won't sell you the goose, we'll find someone else. ”

Although Xiao Ping did not think that he could buy a breeding goose from Mitterrand, this strange old man's goose was too good. Xiao Ping didn't want to give up such a good breeding goose easily, so he said to Pierre: "Let's ask him first." If it doesn't work, we'll find someone else. ”

Pierre had no problem with this, shrugged his shoulders and said that he was all up to Xiao Ping. So the next morning they went to the cedar farm and tried to buy a batch of breeding geese from Mitterrand.

Cedar Farm is located in the middle of nowhere. There is only one country road leading there. The farm looks a little dilapidated, both the owner's house and the goose house are very old. In many parts of the house, even the paint is peeling off, revealing the true color of the wood underneath. The farm's barn was unusable due to disrepair. Even the gate is crooked to one side, and it looks like it won't be long before it will be completely in ruins.

Originally, in Xiao Ping's impression, the farm that cultivated the champion goose should be clean and tidy, and there should be a thriving scene everywhere. So Xiao Ping was a little uncomfortable after coming here, and almost thought he was in the wrong place. But when Xiao Ping knocked on the door of the farmhouse and saw Mitterrand's expressionless face, he was immediately sure that he was not looking for the wrong place.

Mitterrand obviously didn't expect that it would be an Oriental who knocked on the door, so he couldn't help frowning in some surprise and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, Monsieur Mitterrand. Xiao Ping said politely: "I am from China, and I was very happy to see the geese of Cedar Farm win the championship at Phil Farm yesterday, please accept my congratulations." ”

Speaking of his champion goose, Mitterrand's face changed slightly. However, he quickly guessed what Xiao Ping was doing, and immediately sank his face and said, "Let me guess, you didn't come to congratulate me, did you?

Hearing someone use the word "evil" to describe the delicious foie gras, Pierre next to him finally couldn't help but say: "Monsieur Mitterrand, foie gras is a supreme delicacy, I think it is a gift from God, how can it be said that it is evil?"

Speaking of this, Mitterrand became energetic, and glared at Pierre with sharp eyes: "Do you know how foie gras is bred? Those poor geese are densely locked in cages to restrict their activities, and they have to use a tube to stick it into the esophagus several times a day and pour food into it, each time to the limit! This is abuse, inhumane, only the devil can do such a thing!"

Xiao Ping also knows that the method of cultivating foie gras is indeed a bit cruel, in fact, many countries in the United States and Europe have explicitly banned the cultivation of foie gras by filling the food. However, Mitterrand, as a breeder of Lande geese, is so disgusted with cultivating foie gras, which does make people feel a little laughable.

However, Xiao Ping flew all the way to France, and he would not give up his plan to buy the best goose breeds because of the stubbornness of an old man.

After listening to Mitterrand's words, Xiao Ping already had a general understanding of the other party's personality, and smiled kindly at him: "Mr. Mitterrand, I sincerely want to buy you some breeding geese. Although I plan to cultivate foie gras, I will never use those inhumane methods. I can sign a contract with you, and you can go to my goose farm at any time to inspect it, and if I find that I have used inhumane methods to raise these geese, I am willing to give you a high amount of compensation. ”

Pierre didn't believe that he could cultivate high-quality foie gras by ordinary methods, so he was so anxious that he desperately pulled Xiao Ping's clothes behind him, telling him not to talk so much. If Mitterrand really signed a contract with Xiao Ping with similar clauses, it would be useless to buy the breeding geese back.

Xiao Ping's words also surprised Mitterrand, he looked at the Chinese in front of him curiously, and shook his head after the most reluctant: "No, I won't sell the goose to you." ”

Xiao Ping also tried to convince Mitterrand, and a car slowly drove into the cedar farm. Two well-dressed guys got out of the car, and they said loudly to Mitterrand: "Mr. Mitterrand, we are from the Bank of Tansand, and it is great to find you." ”

"Bad luck!" Xiao Ping, who was very close to Mitterrand, heard him mutter, and it seemed that he was very reluctant to see these two guys.

However, the two bank clerks didn't care what Mitterrand thought, and handed him an envelope and said, "Mr. Mitterrand, the loan you owe to the bank has been overdue for a long time, and this is our demand note. Please go to the bank to complete the repayment procedures before next Wednesday, thank you!"

Mitterrand, who took the envelope, didn't open it at all, and said directly to the bank clerk: "I can't afford to pay back this money." ”

One of the bank clerks frowned and said, "Mr. Mitterrand, you already owe our bank more than 83,000 euros, and the repayment deadline has long passed. If you are unable to repay the loan, we can only apply to the court to auction off the property you used as collateral – i.e. Cedar Farm – to repay the loan. ”

Another bank clerk continued: "I believe this is a situation that neither of us wants to see, so ...... If it's convenient for you, it's better to repay the loan as soon as possible. ”

"All my money is spent on breeding geese!" Mitterrand said helplessly: "I only have this farm and those geese now, and I really can't afford it." ”

The first bank clerk said, "Actually, you can sell the goose, I heard that your goose has just won the championship, and it will definitely be sold for a good price." ”

Mitterrand refused without hesitation: "No, I will never sell my geese to those who abuse them, this is a crime!"

In the face of this stubborn old man, the bank clerks could only smile bitterly, and one of them said slightly apologetically: "Then we can only apply for a seizure order from the court, I hope you will prepare early." ”

It was inevitable that the farm would change hands, and Mitterrand's old face could not help but show a trace of bitterness. But to the goose-obsessed old man, the farm was far less important than his precious Round goose, and Mitterrand quickly said to the bank clerk: "The court can seize my farm, but the geese are still mine, right? I can take the geese elsewhere to continue to raise them." ”

A bank clerk shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mitterrand." Your farm is probably not worth 80,000 euros, and if that were the case, the court would seal the rest of the property, including the geese. ”

"No, it can't be like this!" said Mitterrand, "those geese are mine, and none of you can take them away from me!"

The bank clerk shrugged and said, "That's not our business, who told you to owe so much money." ”

Just when Mitterrand was at a loss, Xiao Ping's lazy voice sounded next to him: "Isn't it just money, I'll pay it back!" (to be continued......)

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