162: Chapter 162 The Twelve Zodiac Animals - Ox

Zhao Meng had not expected that Wang Lin wouldn't go to school at all the next day.

When he came to the Holy City, his father, Wang Dashan, called him over and handed him a crumpled piece of paper with two addresses scribbled on it.

"Linzi, Dad is giving you two addresses. The first one is your fiancée's; go see her when you have time."

Wang Lin took it at the time, glanced at it, and didn't think much of it.

"What about the second one?"

"The second one is the address of a The Slaughterhouse. The owner is named Zeng Aniu, and he's an old friend of Dad's."

"A The Slaughterhouse?" Wang Lin frowned. "What would I go to a The Slaughterhouse for?"

"You're new to the Holy City, and you don't know anyone."

"In case you run into any problems you can't solve, like if you run out of money, just go find Aniu."

"Work for him at his place, and he'll pay you a salary."

Wang Lin looked at the address on the paper and was silent for a moment.

He was not short of money.

At least not right now.

But since his father had given it to him, it was a gesture of goodwill.

Besides, his father said that Zeng Aniu was one of his best friends.

Wang Lin also wanted to know what kind of person his father's "best friend" was.

So, early the next morning, he went out and followed the address to find it.

The location on the address was in the northern district of the Holy City, a very remote place.

Wang Lin took the bus for over an hour and walked for another twenty minutes before finding the place.

From afar, he saw a huge sign — "Zeng Aniu Slaughterhouse".

The scale was much larger than he had imagined.

Several large trucks were parked at the entrance, and workers were unloading goods. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Wang Lin walked to the entrance and was stopped by a security guard.

"What are you here for?"

"Looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Zeng Aniu."

The security guard looked him up and down: "Why are you looking for our boss?"

Wang Lin thought about it and said: "I was introduced by Wang Dashan."

The security guard was stunned: "Wang Dashan... Why does that name sound familiar..."

He thought for a while but couldn't remember.

At this moment, another older security guard walked over. He was in his fifties and had a scar on his face, looking like someone who had seen the world.

He looked at Wang Lin and asked: "Who did you say introduced you?"

"Wang Dashan."

The old security guard's eyes lit up: "Wang Dashan? That Wang Dashan who used to deliver and inspect goods for the boss?"

"I suppose so."

The old security guard looked him up and down and then said to the young security guard: "Call the boss and ask."

The young security guard made a call, spoke a few words, and after hanging up, his attitude toward Wang Lin changed significantly.

"The boss said to let you in. Go forward, to the building furthest inside, on the third floor."

Wang Lin nodded and walked in.

The The Slaughterhouse was even larger than it looked from the outside.

Everywhere there were factories, cold storage warehouses, and processing workshops. Workers were wearing rubber boots and aprons, pushing carts back and forth.

There was water, blood, and some unidentifiable things on the ground.

Wang Lin passed through one factory area after another and finally found the building furthest inside.

It was a small three-story building with a very ordinary exterior, but the sign at the door read: "Office Area, Do Not Enter Without Permission."

Wang Lin pushed the door open, went up to the third floor, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The door was ajar, and Wang Lin pushed it open and walked in.

Then he was stunned.

The office was large, but what was most shocking was the person sitting behind the desk.

Zeng Aniu.

Wang Lin had never seen such a tall person.

Zeng Aniu was at least over two meters tall, with shoulders as wide as a wall. The muscles on his body stretched his shirt until it was bulging, and the cuffs were almost about to burst.

His arms were thicker than Wang Lin's thighs, and the veins on his neck coiled like tree roots. Sitting there, he looked like a mountain of flesh.

It was that kind of pure, explosive sense of power.

Wang Lin stood at the doorway, feeling as if he were standing in front of a wall.

He thought to himself that this person's position in the Twelve Zodiacs was definitely extraordinary.

That physique wasn't a decoration built in a gym; it was grown through real life-and-death combat.

One look, and you knew he could really fight.

Extremely capable of fighting.

Seeing Wang Lin, Zeng Aniu was stunned for a moment, and then a huge smile bloomed on his face.

"You are Dashan's son?"

Wang Lin nodded: "Wang Lin. Hello, Uncle Niu."

Zeng Aniu stood up abruptly. The chair was pushed backward by him and hit the wall with a loud "bang".

He walked over with large strides, stretched out his two large hands, grabbed Wang Lin's shoulders, and looked him up and down.

His grip was astonishingly strong; Wang Lin felt his shoulder bones creak.

"Looks like him! Really looks like him!" Zeng Aniu's eyes lit up like two light bulbs. "Cut from the same mold as your dad when he was young!"

Wang Lin winced from his grip but was too embarrassed to say it hurt.

Zeng Aniu let go, laughed loudly, and slapped Wang Lin on the back.

That slap almost sent Wang Lin flying.

"Good lad! Dashan's son is my son!"

Wang Lin steadied himself and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Your son? Why do I feel like you're insulting me?

But seeing Zeng Aniu's enthusiasm, which didn't seem faked, he swallowed the words.

Forget it; these days, being treated like a son isn't exactly a new thing.

Especially being treated as a son by a tough guy of this level.

"Let's go! Uncle Niu will show you around!"

Without further ado, Zeng Aniu put his arm around Wang Lin's shoulders and walked outside.

Wang Lin felt as if he were being held by a bear; his whole body was almost lifted off the ground.

Zeng Aniu took Wang Lin to tour the entire The Slaughterhouse.

Starting from the live poultry area, with rows of cages for chickens, ducks, geese, and rabbits, the workers skillfully caught, bled, plucked, and gutted them with fluid, practiced movements.

"This is the poultry area; we can process five thousand a day." Zeng Aniu introduced it, his tone filled with pride.

Next was the livestock area.

Cattle, sheep, and pigs were hung on the assembly line, going through various processes to become neat pieces of meat.

Looking at the huge hooks and sharp knives, Wang Lin thought: If this place were used to film a horror movie, you wouldn't even need a set.

Zeng Aniu walked and introduced everything, from the slaughter process to cold chain transportation, and from procurement channels to sales networks, speaking logically and clearly.

Wang Lin discovered that this man, who looked as rugged as a mountain, actually had a very clear mind.

"Uncle Niu, how long has this The Slaughterhouse been open?" Wang Lin asked.

"Over a dozen years," Zeng Aniu said. "I opened it before your dad left the Holy City. Back then, it was just a small workshop, but now..."

He spread his arms and gestured.

"Now, thirty percent of all meat products in the Holy City come from here."

Wang Lin clicked his tongue in secret.

Thirty percent?

That's no small amount.

But he had a question in his heart that he hadn't asked yet.

Zeng Aniu saw through his thoughts and smiled: "You must be wondering how I, an Esper, ended up running a The Slaughterhouse, right?"

Wang Lin did not deny it and nodded.