My Manor

"You are the only one here today." Jiang Hai looked behind Pra Walton as he got out of the car and asked.

"Why do you want to see Selina? Beg me, beg me, and I'll bring her next time. But the resources here are so good; if you don't give them to me, it's a pity to leave them like this." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pra Walton came over with a smirk on her face and said to Jiang Hai. It was clear that she was still very open in front of Jiang Hai.

"I'm too lazy to care about you. Let's go and pick the cows." Looking at Pra Walton, who was only a dozen centimeters away from him, Jiang Hai couldn't help but wave his hand. He couldn't control this aggressive woman.

Seeing the cows was the main task, and as Pra Walton looked at Jiang Hai's back, she curled her lips.

Men—all have lustful hearts but no courage, including the one in front of her. Men are unreliable.

But she hadn't come here to play today; she had business to handle. With a wave of her hand, Pra Walton led her team to the cowshed. Their workload today was significant—they had to pick a thousand cows.

It was the third day after Zhang Dehai and Zhang Lao finished selecting the cows. Jiang Hai had spent the previous day at home, relaxing.

Of course, Jiang Hai regretted what had happened the night before last when he woke up, but what was the use of regretting?

What was done was done. He could only use half of his spiritual energy to reduce the redness and swelling before heading downstairs to prepare breakfast for Afra, feeling slightly embarrassed. However, during breakfast, Jiang Hai found that Afra's attitude toward him hadn't changed at all.

What was before remained the same. Just as she had said, she didn't expect anything more. She only wanted to sleep with Jiang Hai—that was all.

Such an arrangement made Jiang Hai feel both relieved and pressured. The main pressure came from within—he felt like he was becoming more and more of a jerk. Feng Yunchen and Ai Xiaoxi obviously knew about it, but they didn't seem to care.

After his break the previous day, Jiang Hai took another photo of Ai Xiaoxi in the bathtub at noon and then went to clean the swimming pool since they still needed to shoot there. Just scrubbing it down and filling it with seawater was enough.

But because the pool was enormous and Jiang Hai didn't want to trouble others, he ended up spending the whole afternoon cleaning it himself.

In the evening, Afra didn't come—it was still Feng Yunchen and Ai Xiaoxi. Jiang Hai realized that, although it had only been a few days, he had grown used to having a woman by his side. What would happen if Feng Yunchen and Ai Xiaoxi left? Afra wasn't an option.

That kind of mistake could only happen once. If it happened again, Jiang Hai wasn't sure he could hold back.

The three of them spent another passionate night together, and the next morning, Jiang Hai's arms were still sore.

But today, no matter how sore he was, he had to get up. It was the day Pra Walton came to collect the cows.

On the other side, Feng Yunchen and the others had gone to the swimming pool for a photoshoot, with Afra still acting as their chief assistant.

After that night's experience, the three women had plenty to talk about—but only behind Darlene and Marianne's backs. Now wasn't the time for them to get involved in such matters, which left the two girls feeling excluded.

Regardless of what was happening on their side, Jiang Hai's thousand cows naturally couldn't be selected as quickly as before, and Pra Walton wasn't the type to personally inspect them like Zhang Lao. So, the two chatted in front of the cowshed.

Pra Walton soon realized that Jiang Hai seemed to know a little bit about everything, which surprised her.

Jiang Hai, of course, couldn't admit that he had picked up knowledge from reading novels. Beyond the usual grudges and drama, novels contained plenty of useful tidbits—astronomy, geography, and cultural customs—enough to make him sound knowledgeable.

Although Pra Walton had to select five times as many cows as Zhang Lao, she had brought a much larger team. By noon, all the cows had been selected, loaded, and sent to a slaughterhouse even larger than the one Zhang Lao had used.

The staff there had already prepared to work overnight, slaughtering the cattle and shipping the meat worldwide.

Unlike Zhang Lao, who still owned some stores in the United States, Pra Walton was on a different level—she had stores all over the world.

Of course, Jiang Hai's beef wouldn't reach every country. His primary markets were the United States and Europe. Oceania was mostly self-sufficient, and no one in Africa would buy it. As for Asian countries like Japan and South Korea, they had their own livestock industries.

One considered itself the world's top beef producer, while the other had always believed it was the best. Ordinary American beef could enter their markets, but high-end beef faced the issue of affordability.

As for China, the biggest market of all—sorry. First, Qi Li was there. Second, China didn't allow the import of American beef for sale, protecting its local industry. If American beef flooded in, China's livestock industry would likely collapse.

Jiang Hai didn't bother overseeing the process this time. He returned home around eight in the evening.

Robbins Garcia and Burkedale stayed behind to supervise, motivated by the $270,000 bonus Jiang Hai had promised.

Now, the cowboys at the manor were more energetic than ever. Even Bell had increased his patrols.

Before, these cows had simply belonged to Jiang Hai. Now, they had a direct impact on the workers.

They didn't return until noon the next day after the slaughter was completed, bringing back a stack of reports.

Jiang Hai then had a phone call with Pra Walton. Afterward, $15 million was deposited into his account—$11 million for the cattle and another $4 million for the hides. Jiang Hai hadn't expected cowhides to be so valuable.

This time, he didn't give out bonuses—after all, all the money belonged to him. However, he did give Robbins and Burke $10,000 each as overtime pay. It was likely that Jiang Hai was the most generous boss when it came to overtime pay.

After depositing the money into his American Express black card, Jiang Hai left with Feng Yunchen and Ai Xiaoxi. They were going to do a photoshoot with airplanes.

This time, Jiang Hai was just the driver. Lately, the group had been getting along well with Afra.

She had already taken over his role, and Jiang Hai didn't mind—it meant less work for him.

He had already informed Bell and Maren Rupert in advance. When they arrived at the small airport, Bell and Maren Rupert immediately came out. They had been cleaning the hangar.

Otherwise, even with planes, the background wouldn't look great in photos.

"Thanks for your hard work. Go ahead and take your shots," Jiang Hai said with a smile. They say people are in high spirits when things go well, and Jiang Hai was certainly making money and feeling great.

"Boss, everything's pretty much cleaned up inside. Go take a look. We're heading back now." Seeing Jiang Hai and the others arrive, Bell grinned. Jiang Hai had given them the afternoon off, so they could relax at the villa or have fun in town. Young men like Bell had their needs, and money was burning a hole in his pocket.

"Hey, Bell, don't leave just yet." Just as Bell was about to leave, Jiang Hai suddenly stopped him.

"Something wrong?" Bell asked, looking puzzled.

"You guys go ahead and shoot. Bell and I need to talk," Jiang Hai told Feng Yunchen and the others before pulling Bell aside.

"Bell, I have assets now. As the saying goes, you don't fear thieves stealing, you fear thieves thinking about it. You're from Delta State—do you know anyone reliable who could protect me?" Jiang Hai asked in a low voice.

"Yeah—me." Bell grinned and patted his chest confidently.

"I know you're good, but you can't watch me 24/7. Besides, you have other responsibilities. I mean professional security," Jiang Hai said seriously.

"Boss, I know where to find excellent bodyguards."

To be continued.