Nanjiao is not far from the center of Linchuan City.
Jiang Qin drove the Audi with Feng Nanshu confidently heading southwest, and then got lost without any surprise.
Just kidding. I'm not a local of Linchuan and I don't have a car navigation system. It's really difficult to find a small farm stay in the suburbs. What's more, the southwest of Linchuan is all mountains and there are many forks in the road. Even if you go to the wrong intersection, the destination you arrive at will be completely different.
After a while, Jiang Qin stopped the car, thinking that he could not go any further. If he went any further, he would be able to get the Mahayana Buddhism back.
"arrive?"
"Well, that's about it..."
The young rich woman looked out the window, looking at the fields full of wheat stubble after the autumn harvest, and thought: "Oh, so this is a farm stay."
"… "
Jiang Qin couldn't hold it any longer, so he got off the car and asked a passerby for directions. He found out that he had passed the same intersection, so he turned back and got on the main road again at the place where he had turned in before. He walked back for a kilometer and finally saw the intersection he had missed before. He turned in along the way and finally arrived at Nanjiao Town.
Jiang Qin's impression of the farmhouse was still limited to fences, yards and dogs, but when he arrived he found that was not the case.
This is actually a tourist town built around a huge lake. It can barely be considered to be located near mountains and water. The farm stay is just a project in the town, providing accommodation and catering.
It happened to be the town’s Autumn Harvest Festival at that time, and the streets were full of travelers from nearby, making it very bustling and lively.
Jiang Qin looked back at Feng Nanshu and found that the rich young woman had started to look out through the window.
The car window reflected her delicate face and the curiosity in her beautiful eyes.
When they arrived at the farmhouse's yard, Sunai, Lu Xuemei, Shi Miaomiao, Wen Jinrui and others were picking vegetables, while Dong Wenhao, Lu Feiyu, Chen Wenxing and others were making a fire in front of a large stove.
Several people watched the black Audi drive in and immediately complained about the boss and his wife being late.
"Boss, you are finally here."
"I accidentally got off on the road, but it's not a big deal."
Jiang Qin parked the car, brought the rich woman to the yard, and stood by watching them busy.
It is said that this is an experience project of the farm house, called homemade dinner.
To put it simply, guests only need to pay an ingredient fee, and they can use the ingredients and venue provided by the farm house to experience the feeling of cooking on a farm stove.
Jiang Qin asked Shi Miaomiao for the price list, took a look at the prices, and found that the prices of these ingredients were basically 2-3 times higher.
Damn, he’s an old capitalist.
I charge the price of a large plate of chicken for a plucked chicken, and the key is that I don’t even have to do anything. I can easily make a profit from the difference as a middleman. It’s really amazing.
"Boss lady, do you like spicy food?"
"I can eat anything." Feng Nanshu is not picky about food at all.
Jiang Qin turned his head and looked at her: "Have you divided the rooms? Little rich girl, go put your bag down first, and then come out to play."
"good."
"Boss lady, I'll take you there!"
Shi Miaomiao stood up, rinsed her hands under the faucet, and then took Feng Nanshu to the guest room.
Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Qin called Wei Lanlan and Tan Qing over and explained to them the matter of the Linchuan Technology Milk Tea Shop.
The boss Gao Dawei is a tough guy who doesn't like to talk to others, but his position is indeed good and will be beneficial for future promotions.
In other words, if you have the chance to get it, you may save a lot of effort later.
Jiang Qin gave the phone number he had requested to Wei Lanlan, and asked the people in the marketing team to call him one by one, using the "wheel" tactic to wear down Boss Gao's temper.
"Don't tell him who you are when you call. Just say you are a self-employed person who wants to do some small business. Ask him what the lowest price is and then bargain it down by 30%."
"So many?" Wei Lanlan was a little surprised.
Jiang Qin nodded: "The price he offered was already high, 30% is not much."
"What if he doesn't agree?"
"I went to negotiate in person and they didn't agree. I don't think you guys will be able to reach an agreement either. But we still have to negotiate. While we're at it, look for a few other positions as backup options."
Wei Lanlan nodded, then took out her cell phone, saved the number, and handed it to Tan Qing.
Then Jiang Qin turned his head to look at Sunai who was taking a bath and asked her if she had any ideas about the group buying website.
"Boss, I've read the plan you sent me. I definitely can't do it alone."
"Then recruit another team. You are more experienced in this matter, so I will delegate the power to you and you will be fully responsible."
Jiang Qin's solution was directly violent. If he didn't have enough staff, he would just recruit more. Anyway, he had made so much advertising fees, so his pockets were full and he could speak with more confidence.
Sunai was quite excited when he heard the word "decentralization", but he didn't know that this was the boss's art of speaking. He let you do the work and still made you feel that you have great power.
Afterwards, a cloud of smoke rose from the small courtyard of the farmhouse, ascended along the green mountain ridge, and gradually merged into the dusk sky, giving this trip a taste of peace and tranquility.
Dong Wenhao transformed into a chef, wielding a large spatula, and prepared to make a spicy chicken with hometown flavor for everyone.
The streets outside were also very busy, with dense crowds of individual tourists strolling along the lakeside.
The rich young lady walked out from the direction of the guest room, wearing a sweatshirt with patchwork sleeves and carrying a Chanel sky blue shoulder bag. She looked smart and beautiful.
"Jiang Qin, take a walk."
Jiang Qin looked back at the stove and said, "Boss, remember to call me when it's time to eat. Let's go for a stroll."
“Okay boss!”
Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu out of the farmhouse yard, joined the crowd, and walked towards the lake.
The Autumn Harvest Festival is not a traditional festival, but a festival created by the town to attract tourists. However, there are indeed many agricultural product snacks on the streets.
Such as roasted sweet potatoes, boiled peanuts, corn sticks, rice balls, popcorn, etc. In addition, there are handmade lanterns, handmade stools and bamboo mats.
The rich young lady walked in front. Her 1.7-meter height made her look graceful and ethereal among the crowd. Her clear and bright eyes moved around, and she was full of curiosity about the goods on the stalls.
She had never even been to the small commodity city when she was in Jeju, so this farm town was certainly like another world to her.
However, as he walked, Jiang Qin's eyes suddenly became stern and he couldn't help but stop.
At the end of the road is a huge evergreen tree with grayish-white bark, lush crown, and branches extending in all directions. On its branches are hung many fluttering red ribbons, making it look like a touch of red amidst the green.
Damn, the marriage tree.
Jiang Qin was speechless. How could this kind of thing always be there wherever there were tourists
He planned to take Feng Nanshu through another route and then go around it, but he didn't expect that the rich young woman had already discovered the red and green tree.
"Jiang Qin, what is that?"
"Uh, the good friend tree, a kind of feudal superstition."
"Then I'll go hang one for us too!"
"… "
After a while, Jiang Qin brought the pitiful Feng Nanshu back to the yard, asked the boss for the medicine box, and took out the iodine.
He took a cotton swab, dipped it in some iodine, then reached out to take off the rich woman's shoes and socks, and rubbed it twice on the wound on her ankle.
"I told you not to go but you insisted on going. It's been a while since I last tried and I still haven't gotten through."
"Does it hurt?" Jiang Qin looked up at her.
Feng Nanshu looked away as if nothing had happened: "Actually it doesn't hurt at all, just like an ant bite."
"Then can you turn your head around and show me?"
"Okay, it hurts, but I'll do it again next time."
"… "
"Jiang Qin, if the sign isn't hung up, can we still be good friends for life?"