"I'm really sorry, but the scale of our chicken farm is too small, the supply can't meet the demand, and the eggs we produce aren't even enough for our regular customers. If you're interested in cooperation, you might need to wait a bit..." Wang Xiaoqiang spread his hands helplessly.

Originally, he had planned to develop another customer today, but he had just agreed to supply Dihao Hotel with an extra two thousand eggs each week. If he added another customer, he feared the egg supply would fall short.

The two chefs, upon hearing this, were stunned, hardly believing Wang Xiaoqiang's words. But one of them immediately said, "Boss Wang, I heard that you sell eggs to Dihao Hotel for ten yuan each. I'll give you five yuan more per egg, how about that?"

"To be honest, Dihao Hotel just voluntarily raised their price by five yuan," Wang Xiaoqiang said earnestly, "actually, even if they hadn't raised the price, my eggs would still be dedicated to them. After all, they are our regular customers and in business, honesty counts, right?"

Upon hearing this, both men nodded, their faces showing a sense of helplessness. Then, one of them took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Wang Xiaoqiang: "Boss Wang, this is my card. Once your chicken farm expands, I hope we can collaborate..."

Wang Xiaoqiang carefully looked at the card, which read, Manager Xu Kunyou, Qingcheng Grand Hotel.

After reading it, he pocketed it and said, "Don't worry, Manager Xu, once our farm's output increases, you'll be the first one I think of."

"Thank you very much," Wang Kunyou gave Wang Xiaoqiang a fist salute.

Usually, it was common to see suppliers handing out business cards to potential clients seeking collaboration, but it was rare to see clients handing out business cards to suppliers.

The incident today was quite rare indeed, though it seemed odd, there was actually a good reason behind it.

As we know, the competition between large hotels is fierce, and the core of this competition often centers on the culinary aspects. After all, most people go to hotels to eat.

Wang Dakui had made a big splash at the New Year's food festival, winning first prize with the dish "Water Boiled Mountain and Water Egg" causing a sensation.

This would inevitably draw diners like a magnet to this dish, thus boosting the business of Dihao Hotel, consequently siphoning off a large number of customers from other hotels, inevitably weakening their business, of course, this is a macroscopic change, the effect won't be significant unless it is a hotel adjacent to Dihao.

The key is, Qingcheng Hotel's signature dish, "Mandarin Duck Double Flower Egg," is also based on eggs. The importance of a signature dish to a hotel is well known, and Wang Xiaoqiang's eggs had already sparked debate at the food festival, receiving recognition from both critics and the public.

If Qingcheng Hotel could use Wang Xiaoqiang's eggs for their signature dish, the quality of the dish would surely improve, making it difficult for Qingcheng Grand Hotel's business to do anything but thrive. This was the primary reason Xu Kunyou hoped to collaborate with Wang Xiaoqiang.

"The sun must have risen from the west today!" Seeing Xu Kunyou and another person leave in dismay and helplessness, Xu Qingxue sighed, "Clients are actually begging to collaborate with you, Little Qiang. It seems you can't help but become wealthy!"

"Haha, of course," Wang Xiaoqiang said with slight self-contentment, "This is just the beginning."

"What, you have even bigger plans... Oh, now I remember, you want to expand your business to America, right?"

"No, to every place in the world!" Wang Xiaoqiang declared boldly.

"Good for you, ambitious little farmer! Hehe..." Xu Qingxue patted Wang Xiaoqiang on the shoulder, laughing.

"Let's go meet that great sculptor!" Wang Xiaoqiang said. "I've got a thousand eggs prepared for him, hey, isn't that showing enough respect for art?"

"Cut it out, Little Qiang, a thousand eggs, do you think his home is a carving factory? He's an artist. I think this isn't showing respect for art, it's more like mocking it," Xu Qingxue shook her head and rolled her eyes at Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Not necessarily, what does art have to do with quantity?" Wang Xiaoqiang retorted.

His eggs were nurtured with spiritual energy, and those eggshells were top-notch carving materials; it was a pity he couldn't carve, or else he wouldn't need to visit a sculptor named Zhu Ci.

"Scarcity adds value, you know?" Xu Qingxue argued earnestly.

"I don't think so, I bet Zhu will definitely buy all those one thousand eggs. How about we make a bet..."

"What's the bet?"

"If Zhu takes all these one thousand eggs, then I win. If he doesn't take them, or only takes some, then you win..."

"Bet what?" Qingxue was also interested.

"How about a kiss? If I win, I kiss you, if you win, you kiss me. Hehe!" Wang Xiaoqiang grinned mischievously. Ever since he treated her last time, he found himself more at ease around her.

"Ugh, keep dreaming!" Qingxue rolled her eyes at Wang Xiaoqiang, her coquettishness unrestrained.

"Just kidding, my first kiss is still very precious. I can't just give it away so easily," Wang Xiaoqiang said pretentiously.

"Oh please! You probably already gave your first kiss to Xia Guifang, didn't you?!" Qingxue teased Wang Xiaoqiang with a gleeful glare.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so forget it. You come up with the stake, I'll agree to whatever you suggest, as long as I can do it," Wang Xiaoqiang said straightforwardly.

"What to bet on..." Qingxue felt troubled. A kiss was indeed thrilling, but she didn't want to give away her first kiss so easily. Trying to think of an interesting wager but coming up blank, she finally said, "Let's bet a set of clothes then. If I win, you buy me a set of clothes; if you win, I buy you a set."

"No problem!" Wang Xiaoqiang shrugged. He thought to himself that the stake was rather bland.

Under Qingxue's guidance, Wang Xiaoqiang drove to the front of Zhu's studio. Qingxue used the phone number provided by Xia Mi and immediately, a man in his forties, with long hair and a big beard walked out of the studio while answering the phone.

This man had the look of an artist, indeed he was the sculptor Zhu, introducing himself as he approached, "My name is Zhu, Zhu Ci. May I ask if you are Boss Wang?"

"Yes, that's me. Just call me Wang Xiaoqiang," Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"Uh, hello Wang Xiaoqiang..." Zhu Ci extended his hand politely for a handshake.

"Hello," Wang Xiaoqiang extended his hand and shook hands with him.

Zhu Ci examined Wang Xiaoqiang from head to toe with a curious look, completely ignoring Qingxue, the mediator, not even greeting her once.

Being ignored is certainly not a pleasant feeling, especially for a beauty like Qingxue. She had never been overlooked like this before and showed a trace of annoyance on her face. However, she had heard that artists tend to be proud and aloof, only engaging with people or things they find particularly interesting. Otherwise, they couldn't be bothered.

Realizing this, Qingxue felt resigned, thinking why argue over this with someone she just met? It wasn't necessary!

"Boss Wang is quite young!" Zhu Ci remarked as he stared at Wang Xiaoqiang's face, then immediately pulled him by the hand toward the studio, saying, "Come on, let's talk inside."

Inside the studio, counters lined up against the wall displayed various sculptures, and a large table held some half-finished pieces and carving materials. However, whether it was sculptures or carving materials, there were never more than ten of each.

Walking into the studio with them, Qingxue caught sight of this and immediately flashed a victorious smile at Wang Xiaoqiang, you're set to lose, buddy. The guy seeks quality over quantity, he'd never take all your thousand eggs!

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