Just like Bordeaux, the Jason Family had also migrated to the United Kingdom, and the farm they had previously purchased was now under the name of Wang Xiaoqiang along with the Jason Group. This farm, named after Little Jason's wife Bessie, was called Bessie Farm. Wang Xiaoqiang decided to cultivate the farm and planned to plant it entirely with fruit.

Because Wang Xiaoqiang's next plan was to become the fruit king of the United States.

Like Dolly Farm and Bordeaux Farm, Bessie Farm also needed a professional and reliable person to manage it. Wang Xiaoqiang had been looking for someone for a long time without any result, but eventually, he let Rolando and Robert, the two foremen, figure it out. Robert recommended his eldest son, Jim. With a personal guarantee, Robert assured that Jim could handle the job well.

Robert had been at the farm for nearly half a year, and whether in character or work, he was impeccable and very trustworthy. Since Robert said so, Wang Xiaoqiang didn't say much and immediately let Robert call his eldest son over. Robert's eldest son, Jim, was a dark-skinned and sturdy young man, a few years older than Wang Xiaoqiang and taller, too. However, standing in front of Wang Xiaoqiang, he seemed like a child, showing ample respect and excessive humility. He kept his head down while speaking, not daring to look up at Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang did not expect this American youth to be so self-deprecating and frowned. Wang Xiaoqiang brought Jim in to manage the large farm. If this man couldn't hold his own, it was estimated that he wouldn't be able to manage the workers either, so he stepped forward and patted Jim's sturdy shoulder, trying to encourage him.

However, before Wang Xiaoqiang's hand even touched Jim's shoulder, Jim was so frightened that he trembled and let out a loud yell.

Wang Xiaoqiang was taken aback by this reaction, yet Robert seemed to think it was nothing and stood by without speaking, even unconsciously closing his eyes when Wang Xiaoqiang reached out to his son.

Wang Xiaoqiang's hand paused in mid-air and awkwardly retracted. He then turned to stare at Robert, remarking oddly, "Robert, am I that frightening?"

Robert shrank his neck and weakly replied, "Boss, it's my fault. I shouldn't have told Jim about you kicking off the duckbill cap with one kick, making him regard you like a fearsome tiger..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoqiang understood and laughed heartily, patting Jim lightly on the shoulder twice, "I just wanted to encourage you, what are you afraid of..."

Even though it was a light tap, it still caused Jim's robust body to shudder twice. However, at that moment, Jim finally raised his head and timidly glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang, "Actually, it's not just me who's afraid of you. Many young people here are. Everyone secretly calls you the Kung Fu King, and they say you are even more formidable than Bruce Lee who used to star in movies…"

This statement made Wang Xiaoqiang pause. At first, he thought Jim was wary of him because of his status as a vegetable king, but he hadn't realized it was because of the martial power he possessed, and that he had already become known as the "Kung Fu King," comparable to Bruce Lee.

Before Wang Xiaoqiang could speak, Robert had already said, "Yes, boss, Jim is right. It's not just these youngsters, even the farm workers are scared of you, but that's a good thing. Since you dealt with the duckbill cap, the farm workers have been easier to manage than before. Personally, it has saved me a lot of worries…"

As he spoke, Robert smiled happily, looking rather simple.

"Ah, you guys are exaggerating. Am I that terrifying?" Wang Xiaoqiang spread his hands and turned his gaze toward Jim, "Jim, if you're just afraid of me, that's understandable. But if you're always so self-depreciating, then I dare not employ you. I sent you to manage Bessie Farm. In other words, you're supposed to take charge, so you need to show some presence, some fierceness... do you understand..."

Upon hearing this, Jim lifted his face, and his posture straightened up as he firmly said, "Please rest assured, boss, I won't disappoint you."

"Haha, that's more like it!" Wang Xiaoqiang laughed, patting Jim's shoulder again twice. Though light, it still made Jim's body tremble twice.

After giving instructions about Bessie Farm, Wang Xiaoqiang then phoned the sculpting factory. That day, while he and Melian were making love in bed, Melian had given him the phone number of the owner of the sculpting factory.

After dialing the number, it was quickly connected, and a middle-aged man's indifferent voice came through, "Hello, who is this?"

"Uh, I'm a friend of Melian's. I heard you want to use my eggshells as sculpting materials…"

Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't finished speaking when the other party's voice suddenly became very enthusiastic, "Right, right, are you Boss Wang? I've heard of your great reputation for a long time, just never had the chance to meet. I'm so sorry to make you call yourself…"

Now, Wang Xiaoqiang's reputation in the United States was very significant. Regardless of whether they could cooperate, the other party showed enough enthusiasm and respect.

"Um... no problem. I'm just inquiring to see if there's a chance for cooperation. If so, let's meet…" Wang Xiaoqiang's voice remained indifferent. Now, eggs were not the main industry but rather a side business. So, if they could cooperate, good; if not, he would just sell the eggs as food and possibly build more chicken farms to see if he could earn the title of Egg King.

Actually, that was also one of his future goals.

"Uh, I would love to cooperate with you. So, Boss Wang, when are you free? I will come to meet you…" The other party, despite Wang Xiaoqiang's cool tone, did not lessen their enthusiasm, acting more like a humble salesman than a buyer.

Seeing the sincerity, Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Alright then, come to Dolly Farm this afternoon, and we can talk more in detail…"

Afternoon.

The sun was bright and clear.

The autumn breeze was refreshing.

Dolly Farm was in the thick of autumn, with greenery still vibrant on the mountain edges where trees had not yet shed their leaves. Below, on the red clay cliffs, neatly aligned grass presented a stark scene of dry yellow against the green of green, the red of red, the yellow of yellow... Offering a peculiar sight from a distance.

Wang Xiaoqiang and Mikoer were sitting in the small garden outside Dolly Farm, sipping afternoon snacks and red wine, admiring the azaleas blooming vigorously, like clusters of flames.

A dog barked, and a pickup truck pulled up to the parking lot behind the villa. Two people got out, one a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, the other a young, beautiful woman. Despite the chill of autumn, she was still in a dress, her red attire as vivid as her fiery red lips.

Although the woman's makeup was somewhat bold, it did not appear vulgar. Her glamorous look suited heavy makeup well, and her makeup, matching the intense mood of autumn around her, demonstrated the clever art of women's makeup—aligning it with the weather not only caught the eye but also prevented it from seeming gaudy.

The woman stood there, like a beautiful part of the landscape.

After the two exited the vehicle, the suited middle-aged man took a case of fruit wine from the back of the truck and held it in his arms as he accompanied the woman to the garden.

Upon seeing the newcomers, Wang Xiaoqiang and Mikoer went up to greet them. The middle-aged man in the suit put down the case of fruit wine on the garden table and said, "Mr. Wang, I am Luo Ke, the owner of the carving factory. This is my daughter, Milan," the middle-aged man pointed at the woman in the red dress, then at the fruit wine on the table, "This is our homemade fruit wine. I'd like you to try it..."

The directness and humorous nature of Americans is widely recognized. Luo Ke introduced himself right away, presenting both the gifts and himself in such a manner that sounded very friendly and relaxed. It didn't seem forced at all.

Wang Xiaoqiang and Luo Ke shook hands. Just as Wang Xiaoqiang was about to shake hands with Milan, the woman quickly stepped forward and embraced him, "Mr. Wang, I'm so glad to meet you..."

Such an embrace is also a form of etiquette in the United States, typically among close friends who use it as a greeting when they meet. Generally, it's not very common between strangers, especially between men and women who don't know each other.

So, as Wang Xiaoqiang was held in her embrace, feeling the delicacy of her body, he also felt slightly uncomfortable.

There was no need for Wang Xiaoqiang to introduce himself, as most people in the United States now recognized him. His face was often seen in newspapers and on the radio. Still, out of politeness, Wang Xiaoqiang introduced himself anyway, "My name is Wang Xiaoqiang, and this is my girlfriend Mikoer..."

While Wang Xiaoqiang was introducing himself, Luo Ke and his daughter both laughed a little. Milan said, "Everyone on Earth knows, Mr. Wang. Do you think we are ignorant of who you are?…"

As Wang Xiaoqiang introduced Mikoer, Milan slightly lifted her head, scrutinized Mikoer with a critical eye, and Mikoer returned a hostile look.

"Well, let's sit down and talk..." Wang Xiaoqiang invited them to sit, then turned to Mikoer, "Bring two more glasses, please..."

Mikoer reluctantly went back to the villa to fetch the wine glasses.

No sooner had Mikoer left than Milan said to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Mr. Wang, your girlfriend is really beautiful, but I think she's not quite your match..."

Wang Xiaoqiang was slightly stunned, his face showing displeasure. He said, "Are you complimenting me or trying to drive a wedge between us..."

Luo Ke glared at his daughter, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about..."

After scolding his daughter, Luo Ke turned to Wang Xiaoqiang with an apologetic smile, "Mr. Wang, don't mind her. Milan, she probably admires you so much that when she got excited seeing you, her brain overheated and she spoke without thinking..."

Wang Xiaoqiang was not a three-year-old child. True, he had many admirers now, but admirers are just children whose brains overheat. He couldn't let them ruin his relationship with Mikoer, especially since his first stop in the United States had been at Mikoer's house. Their relationship was a cross-continental romance, and though Mikoer knew Wang Xiaoqiang had a girlfriend in China and other women in the United States, she had never complained. With that level of understanding and tolerance, Wang Xiaoqiang had always been good to Mikoer.

Yet, Milan just smiled, her face showing a hint of her egotistical manner, and then, quite boldly, she uttered another unexpected remark... "Actually, Mr. Wang, it's neither. I don't flatter you or drive a wedge; I'm just a bit envious, jealous, and resentful of your girlfriend..." (To be continued. If you like this work, please support us with recommendation votes and monthly votes at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)

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