Born Again: A Journey of Love Rediscovered Novel Chapter 115

The southern suburbs are not far from the center of Linchuan.

John Qin drove his Audi and Nancy Feng in the southwest direction confidently, and then got lost without any accident.

Just kidding, I'm not a local in Linchuan and I don't have a car navigation installed. It's really difficult to find a small farmhouse base in the suburbs. What's more, the southwest of Linchuan is full of mountains and there are many forks in the road. Even if you walk If you take the wrong intersection, the destination you reach will be completely different.

After a while, John Qin stopped the car and felt that he could not leave anymore. If he left, he would be able to get the Mahayana Dharma back.

"arrive?"

"Well, that's almost it..."

The little rich woman looked out the window, looking thoughtfully at the farmland covered with wheat stubble after the autumn harvest: "Oh, so this is a farmhouse."
John Qin couldn't stand it anymore, so he got out of the car and asked a passerby for directions. He found that he had passed by, so he turned around and went back to the main road where he had turned in before. He walked back one kilometer and finally saw it. I missed the intersection before, then turned in, and finally arrived at Southbridge Town.

John Qin's impression of farmhouses was still in the imagination of fences, yards and dogs, but after arriving, he realized that this was not the case.

This is actually a tourist town, built around a huge lake, barely close to mountains and rivers, and the farmhouse is just a project in the town, providing accommodation and catering.

At this time, it happened to coincide with the Autumn Harvest Festival in the town. The streets were full of individual tourists from nearby, and it was very lively.

John Qin looked back at Nancy Feng and found that the little rich woman had begun to look out of the window.

The glass of the car window reflected her delicate face, as well as the eager curiosity in her beautiful eyes.

When they arrived at the farmhouse yard, Susan, Lucy Lu, Mimi Shi, and Wendy Wen were picking vegetables, while Dong Wong, Felix Lu, and Wesley Chen were lighting a fire in front of a large stove.

Several people watched the black Audi drive in and immediately complained about the lateness of the boss and his wife.

"Boss, you are finally here."

"I accidentally got sidetracked on the road, but it's not a big problem."

John Qin parked the car, took the little rich woman to the yard, and stood nearby watching a few people busy.

It is said that this is an experience project of the farmhouse called homemade dinner.

To put it simply, guests only need to pay an ingredient fee to use the ingredients and venues provided by the farmhouse to experience the feeling of cooking on the farmhouse stove.

John Qin got the price list from Mimi Shi, took a look at the prices above, and found that the prices of these ingredients were basically 2-3 times higher.

Damn, you are an old capitalist.

It's wonderful to charge a large plate of chicken for a plucked chicken without having to do anything. You can easily make a profit from the middleman's price difference.

"Madam boss, do you like spicy food?"

"I can eat anything." Nancy Feng is not picky about food at all.

John Qin turned to look at her: "Have the rooms been assigned? Little rich lady, go put down your bag first, and then come out to play."

"good."

"Madam boss, I'll take you there!"

Mimi Shi stood up, rinsed her hands on the faucet, and then took Nancy Feng to the direction of the guest room.

Taking advantage of this moment, John Qin called Lana Wei and Tina Tan over and explained to them about the Linchuan Technology Milk Tea Shop.

The boss, Gao Dawei, is a hard-nosed person who doesn't get much oil and salt, but his position is really good, which is very beneficial to the later promotion.

In other words, if there is a chance to win it, it may save a lot of effort later.

John Qin gave Lana Wei the phone number he wanted to call and asked people from the marketing team to call him one by one, using tactics to try to temper the boss's temper.

"Don't say who you are when you call, just say that you are self-employed and want to do some small business. Ask him what the lowest price is, and it will be reduced by 30%."

"So many?" Lana Wei was a little stunned.

John Qin nodded: "The price he offered is already high, and 30% is not too much."

"Then what if he doesn't agree?"

"I've personally talked with him but I haven't agreed, and you probably won't be able to negotiate, but we still have to talk, and while we're at it, we'll look for a few other positions as options."

Lana Wei nodded, then took out his mobile phone, saved the number, and handed it to Tina Tan.

Then John Qin turned to look at Susan, who was washing mushrooms, and asked her if she had any thoughts about the group buying website.

"Boss, I read the plan you sent me. I definitely can't do it by myself."

"Then let's recruit another team. You are more experienced in this matter, so I will delegate the power to you and you will be fully responsible."

John Qin's solution was direct violence. If there were not enough manpower, he would recruit people. Anyway, after so much advertising money, he now had a lot of money in his pocket and his words were much tougher.

Susan was quite excited when she heard the word "decentralization", but she didn't know that this is the art of boss speaking. You will be given all the work, and you will feel that you have great power.

Then, a puff of smoke rose from the small yard of the farmhouse, rising along the green ridgeline, and gradually merged into the dusk sky, giving this trip a bit more peace and tranquility. .

Dong Wong transformed into a chef, wielding a large spatula, and wanted to make a hometown-style spicy chicken for everyone.

The streets outside are also very lively, with dense numbers of individual tourists strolling along the lake.

The little rich woman walked out from the guest room, wearing a sweatshirt with spliced sleeves and carrying a Chanel sky blue shoulder bag. She looked smart and beautiful.

"John Qin, take a walk."

John Qin turned back and glanced in the direction of the stove: "Old Dong, remember to call me when you are eating. Let's go for a walk."

"Okay boss!"

John Qin took Nancy Feng out of the farmyard, gathered among the crowd, and walked towards the lake.

The Autumn Harvest Festival is not a traditional festival, but one created by the town to attract tourists, but there are indeed many agricultural products and snacks on the streets.

Such as roasted sweet potatoes, boiled peanuts, corn sticks, rice balls, popcorn, etc. In addition, there are handmade lanterns, handmade mats and bamboo mats.

The little rich woman walked in front. Her height of 1.7 meters made her look slim and fairy-like among the crowd. Her clear and bright eyes were floating around, full of curiosity about the products displayed on the stalls.

She had never even been to a small commodity mall when she was in Jeju. This kind of farm town was of course like another world to her.

However, while walking, John Qin's eyes suddenly froze and he couldn't help but stop.

At the end of the road is a huge evergreen tree with gray-white bark, a lush crown, and branches stretching out in all directions. There are many fluttering red ribbons hanging on its branches, which look like a little red among the greenery.

Damn, the marriage tree.

John Qin was speechless. Why would there be such a thing as long as there were tourists?

He planned to take Nancy Feng to another road and go around it, but he didn't expect that the little rich woman had already discovered the red and green tree.

"John Qin, what is that?"

"Well, the good friend tree is a kind of feudal superstition."

"Then I'll hang one for us too!"

After a while, John Qin took poor Nancy Feng back to the yard, then asked the boss for the medicine box and took out the iodophor inside.

He held a cotton swab, dipped it in some iodine, then reached out and took off the little rich woman's shoes and socks, and wiped the wound on her ankle twice.

"I told you I wouldn't let you go but you had to go. It's been a long time and you haven't hung up yet."

"Does it hurt?" John Qin looked up at her.

Nancy Feng looked away nonchalantly: "Actually, it doesn't hurt at all, just like an ant bite."

"Then you have the ability to turn your head and show me?"

"Okay, it hurts, but I'll dare next time."

"John Qin, if the sign is not up, can we still be good friends for life?"