Although the business license and the opening ceremony have been held, life on the farm has not changed much compared to before. Everyone is still growing vegetables, feeding chickens, and raising fish, and they are conscientiously completing their respective work. The only difference is that Xiao Ping hired a part-time accountant who would come to the farm once a month to be responsible for invoicing, making statements and paying taxes. Many private companies operate this way, and it's not a violation.

The first lunar month passed quickly, and Xiao Ping finally received a call from Pierre. The Frenchman excitedly told him that the truffle auction had been contacted, and asked Xiao Ping to go to the provincial capital as soon as possible.

Xiao Ping rushed to the provincial capital the next day with the newly concocted dendrobium. He first went to Tongrentang familiarly, sold the forty catties of iron maple buckets he brought with him at a price of 100 yuan per gram, and properly put another 20,000 into his pocket. However, Xiao Ping was afraid that the continuous sale of this precious medicinal material would attract too much attention, so he decided to suspend the sale of iron maple buckets.

After leaving Tongrentang, Xiao Ping went straight to Pierre's Western restaurant. The Frenchman was already waiting for Xiao Ping, and came over as usual to give him a hug.

Xiao Ping quickly dodged to the side, dodged Pierre's bear hug, and asked before he complained, "How are the auction preparations?"

"Hey, I'm annoyed when I talk about that. Pierre said indignantly: "My colleagues are all brainless, and many people don't believe that China can produce high-quality truffles." It took a lot of effort to convince a dozen chefs to attend the auction. It's because they're looking at my face, otherwise ......"

Xiao Ping interrupted the Frenchman and said: "I know that you are familiar with people in this industry and have a big face, so there is no need to emphasize this, let's talk about how the auction will be arranged." ”

Pierre was accustomed to Xiao Ping's attitude, and looked at him helplessly and said, "The auction will be held the day after tomorrow, and the venue will be in my restaurant." But don't expect too much, there are too few people coming, I'm afraid it won't be very high in terms of price. ”

"It doesn't matter, we're not just doing this business anyway. Xiao Ping said indifferently: "As long as the reputation is broken, more people will come to the auction next time, and the price will naturally follow, and it is not a big deal to lose some income temporarily." ”

Pierre also nodded and said, "Yes, yes, in your Chinese language, this is called ...... Cast a long line to catch big fish!"

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's the day of the auction. Xiao Ping, as the owner of all the lots, of course, came to Raffles Western Restaurant early to make some preparations for the upcoming auction.

Before Xiao Ping came to the restaurant, he dug out all the truffles buried in the demon refining pot. Pierre's method was so good that all the truffles looked as fresh as when they were first dug up. Not only were they all hard and heavy, but the peculiar smell did not diminish in the slightest.

When the French see these truffles, it is like a pervert who has not seen a woman for three years sees a beautiful woman, and his eyes are shining. He took a deep breath with a truffle against his high nose and exclaimed, "Ah, this intoxicating smell is so unbearable!"

Speaking from the bottom of his heart, Xiao Ping didn't think the truffle smelled very good, he couldn't see Pierre's appearance, so he simply left the work of sorting out the lots to the French, and went to the restaurant by himself.

As the start of the auction slowly approached, guests were already arriving. Perhaps because Xiao Ping is the only face of the East here, he is particularly eye-catching. A middle-aged foreigner with blonde hair and a somewhat fierce look took the initiative to come over and greeted Xiao Ping in broken Chinese: "My name is Ramsey, an American, representing the Red House Western Restaurant in Shencheng, are you also here to auction truffles?"

Since he was a potential customer, Xiao Ping also replied politely: "My name is Xiao Ping, ...... Sort of. ”

Ramsey's Chinese skills were not very good, and he didn't hear anything wrong with Xiao Ping's answer, only thinking that he was also pulled by Pierre to participate in the auction. The Yankees looked at the restaurant with few people with disdain, pouted and asked Xiao Ping: "Do you think everyone can really buy almost perfect truffles as Pierre said?"

Ramsey and Chaupin's conversation caught the attention of another guest. This guy has curly black hair and a tall and straight nose, and he looks very handsome. However, at this time, his expression was similar to Ramsey's, and he was both skeptical and disdainful, and rushed to say without waiting for Xiao Ping to answer: "You still need to ask, it's obvious that Pierre is talking nonsense." As we all know, only southern Yunnan Province produces truffles in China, but the quality of truffles there is so poor that we don't use them at all. Pierre even said that there is a first-class white truffle auction, who doesn't know that the white truffle is only produced in Italy? When will China also produce white truffles? It's just nonsense!"

Xiao Ping wasn't interested in arguing with these two self-righteous guys, so he just smiled faintly: "I don't think there's any need to rush to conclusions, as long as I wait a little longer, isn't Pierre bragging about the truth being revealed?"

While they were talking, Pierre had already come out of the kitchen with a food truck himself. There are two large silver dinner plates with arched round lids, and you don't need to ask what is inside. Seeing the French look so solemn, the chefs who had little hope also became interested. The crowd gathered around to see how good Pierre's so-called best truffles were. Xiao Ping watched it from the side and couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, the French are quite good at gimmicks, and he really didn't see the wrong person when he asked him to run the auction.

"Guys, these two plates contain the truffles I told you about. With a reserved smile on his face, Pierre said to a dozen of his peers with his head held high: "Actually, everyone knows that I am not the only one who has informed them. I would like to thank everyone for their trust in me, and I would like to congratulate you on the opportunity to auction off the best truffles, as for the others......"

The chef named Ramsey was in a quick temper, and before Pierre could finish speaking, he said loudly: "Pierre, don't talk nonsense, let everyone see your so-called best truffles, and let the facts convince everyone!"

"Yes!"

"That's right!

"That's it!" the others chimed in, urging Pierre to speed up.

The Frenchman smiled gracefully as he lifted the lids on the two silver plates. The two plates were almost identical in size and shape, but the truffles were of different colors, and everyone's expressions instantly became solemn, and they rushed forward to carefully observe the shape and color of these truffles, and also got closer to smell the truffles.

Pierre followed the steps agreed with Xiao Ping in advance, took out a piece of truffle from each of the two silver plates and cut it in half, so that everyone could see the pattern after cutting, and at the same time, they could smell the special smell of truffles more clearly.

The chefs were all knowledgeable, and at this time they could see that Pierre was not exaggerating in the slightest, and these were indeed the best truffles. Ramsay, who was still in a hurry, opened his mouth first and said loudly to the French: "I want ten kilograms of each truffle, and I am willing to pay a high price!"

"I want it too!"

"Me too!" the other cooks cried out, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

In this chaos, Xiao Ping smiled with satisfaction, and knew that this auction was undoubtedly successful.

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Thanks to the tips of "Dingfeng Bo 0328" and "Sweeping Love Saint I".