Working at an otherworldly junkyard, making a fortune by collecting trash.

Before noon, Wu Suowei received the test results from the head of the testing agency on his mobile phone.

He sat on the sofa in the hotel office, reading line by line, his brow furrowing and then relaxing, until finally he burst out laughing.

All indicators are excellent, there are no harmful substances, and it is much better than the high-quality local pork that his hotel purchases.

Especially the taste. Wu Suowei knew that he had eaten the dishes made with this pork before. The taste was far superior to all the signature dishes in their hotel. They had to win it over.

Wu Suowei quickly took out his phone and had his mother send him the boss's WeChat contact. He quickly accepted the friend request.

Chen Chen saw a new friend request from a stranger, with the verification message reading "Wu Suowei, Grand Hyatt Hotel".

He quickly accepted the request, but before he could even say hello, a message came through: "Boss Chen, this is Wu Suowei from [Starry Night Grand Hyatt Hotel]. Could you please deliver a pig to the hotel kitchen this afternoon so we can discuss a long-term partnership? Is that convenient?"

Upon receiving Wu Suowei's message, Chen Chen's face lit up with a big smile—another business opportunity!

【Convenient! I'll arrive around 1 p.m., is that alright?】 Chen Chen replied quickly, his fingertips trembling slightly.

【Starry Night Grand Hyatt Hotel】is one of the top five-star hotels in the city. If we can cooperate with them, we can have a stable income. This is a much bigger deal than individual business in the neighborhood!

He excitedly walked around the living room twice, his gaze falling on the shoe rack by the door, when he suddenly remembered that he didn't have a truck big enough to carry pigs.

I borrowed the fat man's van to haul goods last time, so I'll have to trouble him again this time.

Chen Chen dialed the fat man's number and had just said he wanted to borrow the car when the fat man's loud voice came from the other end of the line: "Borrow the car? Just come over and get the keys. Where did you buy that meat last time? Buy me some more."

"No problem! I'll bring it to you when I get back, and I'll also bring you a pig's heart so Auntie can make you some soup." Chen Chen agreed with a smile, hung up the phone, and ran to Fatty's house.

Half an hour later, Chen Chen drove Fatty's van to the side of the road, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and quickly took a pig out of his spatial storage and put it in the van.

The Grand Hyatt Hotel isn't too far from where he is now; it takes about forty minutes by car.

As he drove, he mentally calculated: Wu Suowei wanted a long-term partnership, so he would definitely ask about the stability of the supply, the quantity of goods, and the price. A stable supply wasn't a problem; he still had over four thousand pigs in his storage space. The quantity of goods was also guaranteed; he could source them whenever the other party wanted. The only issue was that the price couldn't be lower than the price he'd been selling them for the past two days.

As the car entered the city, the tall buildings along the road became increasingly dense.

When they were almost at the hotel, Chen Chen sent a message to Wu Suowei in advance, and the other party replied quickly: "The head chef and I are waiting for you at the back door. Just come over."

As soon as the van came to a stop at the back door of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, Chen Chen saw two figures hurrying towards him. The middle-aged man in front was wearing a crisp white chef's uniform and a black apron, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong wrists. He looked like a seasoned chef who had been cooking for many years. The man in the jacket next to him must be Wu Suowei. He had a warm smile on his face and was greeting him from afar.

"Brother Chen, we've been waiting for you!" Wu Suowei grabbed Chen Chen's wrist first, his grip so tight it was as if he was afraid Chen Chen would run away. His gaze went straight to the bread truck's cargo compartment. "Did you bring the pig?"

"I brought it, I brought it, it's in the car." Chen Chen smiled and opened the side door of the van, revealing the pig inside.

Chef Li, dressed in a chef's uniform, took two steps closer.

"This pig has definitely not been fed feed." Master Li's eyes lit up. He reached out and pressed on the pig, feeling the firmness and elasticity of the meat with his fingertips. "Look at this pork, ordinary feed-fed pigs never have this quality!" He turned and winked at Wu Suowei, the meaning of which was all too clear—this meat had to be taken.

But after only a few seconds, Mr. Li frowned: "Young man, where are the ribs and tail? I just looked around, and I can't find them."

Chen Chen's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't very well say that the pig he picked up from the garbage dump of another world didn't actually have these parts, could he? He could only chuckle awkwardly and scratch his head: "Master, my friend who raises pigs doesn't sell his ribs and tails, so I can't ask him any further questions."

"Is there absolutely no room for negotiation?" Chef Li still wanted to bargain, but seeing Chen Chen shake his head, he could only sigh and call the kitchen staff over to move the pig. "Weigh it first! Even with two missing parts, this meat is still better than what you can find in the market!"

Wu Suowei pulled Chen Chen to the adjacent lounge, and as soon as they sat down, he got straight to the point: "Brother Chen, to be honest, I sent the meat for testing yesterday, and all the indicators are better than the imported pork we're currently using. Chef Li tasted the dishes he made with this pork yesterday, and this morning he even slammed his fist on the table, saying that from now on, the kitchen will only accept your meat. However, when it comes to our cooperation, could you perhaps lower the price a bit more?"

"Lowering the price won't work." Chen Chen shook his head without even thinking. "These pigs are free-range in the mountains, eating fresh wild vegetables and corn, and drinking spring water. One hundred yuan a pound is really not expensive. But since you were introduced by Aunt Zhang, I'll give you a price of 90 yuan a pound for the whole pig. That's the lowest price I can offer."

Wu Suowei didn't hesitate; he knew perfectly well that the imported pork the hotel was using now was more expensive and didn't taste as good.

But then he changed the subject: "I agree to the price, but we need to sign an exclusive contract. For now, you can deliver one head of cattle to me every day, and then increase the supply based on our hotel's needs, and you can only supply our hotel."

"I'm afraid that won't work." Chen Chen quickly waved his hand, his mind racing to come up with an explanation. "The pig farm only has a few thousand pigs. Once they're sold out, that's it. I can't have all my stock tied up in one place. Besides, Sister Zhang is a benefactor of mine. If she wants meat, I'll definitely reserve some for her first."

These words startled Wu Suowei for a moment, then he smiled—this kid knows how to be grateful.

He picked up the teacup and handed it over: "Okay, but the hotel can only supply us. However, you have to promise that if there are any more good pigs like this, you'll give them priority to our hotel. By the way, after selling this batch, will the pig farmer continue raising pigs?"

"Well... I can't say for sure." Chen Chen paused, holding his teacup, inwardly complaining: "I can't exactly say the pig was picked up from another world, and whether it works next time depends entirely on luck, can I?" He quickly changed the subject, "Brother Wu, there's something else—I'd like to settle the payment after each delivery, is that convenient for you?"

"Convenient!" Wu Suowei slapped the table, stood up to get the contract, "Let's write all of this into the contract. If you have any other good things in the future, you have to think of me first." Finally, as if remembering something, he added, "By the way, the Sister Zhang you mentioned is my mother."

"What?!" Chen Chen almost spilled his teacup, his eyes widening instantly—so Zhang Xuehua, who had connected him with Wu Suowei, was actually Wu Suowei's mother? This whole family was his benefactors!

Seeing his shocked expression, Wu Suowei couldn't help but laugh: "My mom told me you're an honest person, and it seems she was right. I've had the legal department draft the contract. If you check it and there are no problems, we'll sign it. This afternoon, the finance department will settle today's payment for you. From now on, you'll get payment for each delivery."

Chen Chen looked down at the terms of the contract; all the conditions were in his favor. His joy reached its peak the moment he signed.

After signing the contract, Wu Suowei handed one of the copies to Chen Chen: "Don't worry, the finance department transferred the funds this afternoon. I'll send you a message. From now on, every morning at eight o'clock, just deliver the pigs directly to the back gate, and Master Li will coordinate with you."

Chen Chen carefully put the contract away and said goodbye to Wu Suowei.

He first drove the van to a car wash, where it was thoroughly cleaned inside and out. Then he went to the supermarket and bought a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, along with a bag of pork that he had taken from his "quota," before heading to the fat man's house.

"Here, this is for you." Chen Chen handed over the cigarettes and pork. "Thanks, I always borrow your car."

"Ha, what are you doing? Don't you treat me like a brother? Take it away, take it away."

"I've already bought them, so you can take them. I won't buy any more next time. Yunli can't stand the smell of cigarettes, so if I take them back, they'll just expire." Chen Chen placed the cigarettes in his arms, making it clear that he wouldn't allow any refusal.

The fat man had no choice but to accept it. Then, staring at the bag of pork, he sniffed, "Wow, this meat smells amazing! How much? I'll transfer the money to you!"

Chen Chenqian smiled and refused, not daring to linger, and ran off in a flash.

After leaving the fat man's house, he went straight to the car dealership.

The salesperson recommended a 3.7-meter van to him, with a white body, a closed cargo box, and a hidden lock on the side—Chen Chen immediately took a liking to it: "This is the one. Can I pick it up now?" Seeing his promptness, the salesperson quickly nodded: "Yes! If you pay in full, the paperwork can be completed in half an hour."

After swiping his card, Chen Chen finally felt relieved as he watched the staff install the license plate.

He got into the driver's seat, touched the cold steering wheel, and opened the truck door—from now on, he wouldn't have to worry about being seen releasing pigs out of thin air.

As the car drove out of the dealership, Chen Chen's phone rang—it was a message from Wu Suowei, along with a screenshot of a bank transfer: "Payment has been transferred, please check. Happy cooperation in the future!" Chen Chen looked at the number on the screenshot and couldn't help but smile.