Now that the decision had been made, Jiang Hai and his team had to finalize the arrangements.
For Pra Walton and Moses Adams, this was straightforward. After making the necessary calls and setting the schedule, everything was ready to wait for the appointed day.
The night before, Jiang Hai had left Pra Walton's home in Atlantic City and checked into the presidential suite of the Boston Harbor Hotel.
Galina and Aleel Sala were assigned to provide close protection for Jiang Hai, staying near him and even maintaining physical contact if necessary. Of course, for Jiang Hai and his team, this was routine—they were accustomed to it.
After a night's rest, the day of the division meeting arrived. The top figures began to arrive at the hotel one by one.
The first to arrive was, naturally, Dufamen. Moses Adams greeted him, and he and Jiang Hai spent some private time together. Although he was frustrated that information had leaked, his $50 billion in revenue alone was enough to secure his position within the royal family. He had already presented the reports to the palace a few days prior, firmly putting those who disobeyed him in their place.
Seeing Jiang Hai again, Dufamen felt a mixture of guilt, helplessness, and concern. He truly wanted to buy all of Jiang Hai's fodder, but he knew it was impossible. After exchanging pleasantries, he left.
Next, Luke Shawn arrived with his son. He explained his intentions to Jiang Hai before retiring to rest. One by one, the rest of the representatives from various individuals or factions arrived.
Moses Adams was particularly excited; it wasn't often he had the opportunity to interact with such influential figures.
By 3:00 PM, the appointed hour, Jiang Hai went to the reception room first, followed by seventeen representatives. At a glance, Jiang Hai could distinguish the groups:
The first group represented individuals, like Luke Shawn and the son of U.S. real estate magnate John Malone. They sat to the left, alone.
The second group represented individual factions, such as Montana and New Mexico. While Luke Shawn had come from Texas, the rest were local representatives. Beyond them were foreign ranchers from countries like Australia and Argentina. Though their nations didn't take Jiang Hai seriously, their landowners did.
The final group consisted of country representatives, namely Dufamen and South Korea.
Jiang Hai's eyes fell on the South Korean representative. He carried himself arrogantly, his neck high, exuding disdain for Jiang Hai and his group. Jiang Hai couldn't help but smile. What a pathetic nation.
South Korea, historically and militarily, had always been awkward. While most Chinese recognized its existence as a post-WWII product of the U.S.-China power struggle, North and South Korea remained divided. Maintaining the status quo benefited both China and the U.S.
The people of South Korea were fascinating. Unlike the island nations, which had experienced economic dominance in the 1980s, South Korea lacked such independent economic power. Its global presence was largely dependent on the Samsung Lee family. While the country claimed to be developed, it had limited high-tech exports and relied heavily on its idol economy to promote culture, attract tourists, and boost sales.
From Jiang Hai's perspective, this was inherently fragile. If China restricted cultural exports, South Korea's economy could collapse. Despite their arrogance and defiance, South Korea's geographic and agricultural limitations hindered self-sufficiency. Their push for high-end Korean beef was ambitious but unrealistic. Korean beef, honestly, didn't rank globally—it wasn't as tasty as Angus.
American Angus cattle had entered the Korean market despite protests, being tastier, four times cheaper, and reliably authentic. Nevertheless, South Korea continued to promote its own beef. Learning that Jiang Hai possessed miraculous fodder, they hoped to elevate Korean beef on the global stage.
Jiang Hai, however, cared only about the money. If they wanted to take the blame, he didn't mind—profit was all that mattered.
Once everyone settled, Moses Adams distributed detailed information to each faction, covering nutritional content and yield of the grass over two years.
Currently, Jiang Hai owned 24,500 acres of pasture. With meticulous management, one acre of Miscanthus could yield 30 tons. With the aid of his spiritual energy, 25 tons per acre was easily achievable.
One acre equaled six mu, so Jiang Hai could produce 3,675,000 tons of Miscanthus and alfalfa annually. Because his pasture was exceptionally nutritious, each cow needed only 10% of its body weight in fodder daily, compared to 14% for ordinary grasses. A one-ton cow would consume roughly 10 kilograms per day, or 3,650 kilograms (3.65 tons) annually, excluding fattening.
In other words, Jiang Hai's pasture could feed one million cows. He reserved 300,000 tons for his own livestock—cattle, sheep, and other animals. The remaining 3.3 million tons were allocated for sale.
To the average person, 900,000 head of cattle might seem astronomical, but for these buyers, it wasn't overwhelming. Luke Shawn and Dufamen had previously used Jiang Hai's grass as a supplement, blending it with other fodder. They knew that if they used it exclusively, while it might not reach the $160,000 per head Jiang Hai could command, it would significantly surpass current prices—potentially reaching $80,000 to $100,000 per head. The prospect excited them.