Born Again: A Journey of Love Rediscovered Novel Chapter 197

On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, there was a temple fair in Wu'an Mountain.

A huge crowd of people setting up stalls and coming to play occupied half of the hilltop, while the open space at the foot of the hill was filled with all kinds of private cars.

At this time, the flavor of the New Year is getting stronger and the festive red color is everywhere.

Together with the whiteness of the snow that fell a few days ago, the red and white contrast between the mountains and the mountains is really beautiful.

Yang Jianguo specially applied for a stall at this temple fair and displayed Yang Ji's signature in order to cater to John Qin's philosophy and allow the brand influence to quickly spread in Jeju.

You know, the tourist flow of temple fairs is very large, which is equivalent to some kind of exhibition or food festival. Not only people from Jeju, but also people from nearby cities will come to join in the fun.

If you want to attract new customers and then get in front of the public's attention, going to places with high flow of people to increase your presence is a critical step.

However, Yang Jianguo is now a small business owner. He is currently preparing for the fifth branch and has no time to manage the temple fair. This matter naturally falls on Yang Shuan, the master of Yangtang.

"Dad, I don't want to go. I will meet many old classmates when I attend the temple fair."

Yang Shuan looked reluctant.

"What's wrong? Did you lose your life by selling mutton soup? Your father and I relied on these bowls of mutton soup to support you. Don't be dissatisfied!"

Yang Jianguo turned around and glared at him.

"It's not that I feel embarrassed, I just don't want to say hello, but when I meet someone I know, I can't pretend not to see them. It's very embarrassing."

Yang Jianguo slapped him on the head: "You brat, this is our own business, who cares if you don't care? I'm telling you, don't be angry when you go, listen to your uncle and do whatever he wants you to do?"

Yang Shuan's eyes widened instantly: "Ah? My uncle is going too?"

"Of course, he was the one who suggested the idea of attending the temple fair. Just follow your uncle and learn from him."

Yang Shuan didn't know why, but his spine suddenly straightened up after hearing these words. He always felt that as soon as John Qin got involved in this matter, he immediately became taller.

Just like selling mutton soup by yourself is called a part-time job, and selling mutton soup with John Qin is called a business.

If nothing else, just like the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, John Qin took Guo Zihang to sell lunch boxes and was laughed at by the class for half a month, but what about now? But it has become a legend and is often mentioned by people. In addition to talking about it, they also call John Qin awesome.

Yes, I, Yang Shuan, went into business with my uncle!

After thinking about this, Yang Shuan no longer hesitated, packed up his things and got into his father's car.

At the same time, John Qin also got up early in the morning, washed up, changed clothes, and planned to go out.

He has become accustomed to the pace of doing business, and even on vacation, he can't rest at all.

Last night, he just listened to Lana Wei's work report, participated in Dong Wong's year-end topic selection, and discussed the later optimization direction with Susan. Today he is going to the temple fair again, and his life is simply fulfilling. .

"Mom, I won't go to the library. I will go to Wu'an Mountain to attend the temple fair today."

"Go, go, have fun, and go home if you go crazy!" Yuan Youqin warned.

John Qin felt the strong maternal love, nodded and went out, then drove to pick up the little rich woman, and then picked up Guo Zihang at the intersection in front.

Lao Guo has been busy at home in the past few days, and because of a dragon, he was late when he came home and was not welcomed. As soon as he received John Qin's summons, he came immediately.

"Father, classmate Feng, good morning."

"Lao Guo, fasten your seat belt, and go to Wu'an Mountain today to help Yang Shuanjia's mutton soup stall."

John Qin gave instructions, stepped on the accelerator, and led the two of them along the bumpy road, and finally arrived at the foot of Wu'an Mountain.

It was still morning, and white mist was billowing from the large soup bucket. Several people were already sitting in front of Yang Shuan's stall, drinking hot mutton soup to resist the cold winter.

Next to it, a large PVC board is standing, with the locations of each branch of the Mutton Soup House written on it, which looks very eye-catching.

John Qin parked the car at the foot of the mountain, took the little rich woman's hand, and greeted Guo Zihang. The three of them walked up the mountain, and finally came to Yang Shuan's stall.

"Uncle, are you here?"

"Hey, my aunt is here too? Welcome!"

Yang Shuan immediately brought the maza and handed it over, as enthusiastically as a loser.

John Qin frowned and thought to himself: What's wrong with this guy who is addicted to red envelopes? Damn, he always forces the pairing like this, one for each uncle and aunt. You have already missed your uncle's big red envelope, don't you know?

"You guys stand here for a while, I'll go next door and take a look."

John Qin looked to the side for a few times, then turned and walked to the next stall. As soon as he handed over the cigarette, he started chatting with the stall owner.

The temple fair in Wu'an Mountain started the day before yesterday and lasted for five days. They had arrived relatively late. The stall owners who had already set up stalls would have a lot of experience. A cigarette is not valuable, so they should get some information first. It's also good.

At the same time, Guo Zihang pulled Yang Shuan aside, lowered his voice and said, "Old Yang, weren't you mentally burdened just now?"

"What kind of psychological burden?" Yang Shuan looked confused.

"It's okay for me to call you John Qin's foster father, but I can't open my mouth to call you classmate Feng's foster mother. Why are you so natural?"

Yang Shu'an patted Guo Zihang on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Old Guo, don't have so much idol baggage. Just call me once. The one with the red envelope will be a great fragrance."

Guo Zihang took a deep breath and made a major decision after hesitating for a while.

John Qin had already finished chatting with the guy who sells beef noodles next door, and asked about the peak traffic hours. When he came back, Nancy Feng had already taken out his wallet and handed Guo Zihang a brand new Mao Zedong.

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John Qin glanced at them inexplicably, wondering what the hell was going on?

After a while, the sun slowly rose from the back of the mountain, and the morning light spread everywhere. The temperature gradually began to rise, and more and more people came to attend the temple fair.

As Yang Shuan said, there were quite a few old classmates who came to attend the temple fair. Some of them had friendships, some they knew by name, and some who couldn't be named but knew their faces, all appeared in the crowd one after another.

After all, it is the winter vacation. College students have been away from home for half a year and have seen the world outside. After returning home, they are very lazy. It is easy to meet old classmates like this, so they must participate.

Isn't it beautiful to comb your hair like an adult, put on a handsome outfit, meet old classmates and chat happily for a while?

In fact, many people come here with the mentality of being nice and want to pretend to be round and comfortable.

But whenever someone walks to the stall of Yang's Mutton Soup House and sees Nancy Feng standing obediently in the cold moonlight with her eyes following John Qin, they can't help but shout "Idiot", can't help but throw their heads back, and suddenly I feel like I'm being abused.

"Am I wrong? Nancy Feng?"

"You read that right, the world is wrong."

"Why is Nancy Feng standing behind Yang Shuanjia's stall? Are they related?"

"Didn't you see John Qin? Last summer, Yang Shuan said in the group that John Qin invested in his family's mutton soup restaurant."

"You mean, Nancy Feng came with John Qin?"

"Um."

"Damn it, it turns out it's not that the world is wrong, it's that the world is crazy..."

"Is the rumor circulating during the National Day holiday true?"

There was a guy named Lu Chao who was very good at playing CF in the first class of the third grade of high school. He liked Yu Shasha from the second class. When he was eleven, he seemed to have gone crazy. He told people everywhere that Nancy Feng and John Qin were in love, but many people Don't believe it.

Are you kidding, that's Nancy Feng.

She is aloof and unapproachable, and doesn't even like to talk to others. Many people who want to pursue her don't have the courage to strike up a conversation, and some people have written love letters but don't have the courage to give them to her.

Who can catch her?

Who can make her cold and cold become curious about love?

Who can make her willingly become a lovely girl?

No one, so how could she fall in love since there was no one?

But now, everyone saw her standing next to John Qin, with a well-behaved look on her face. The sense of difference between reality and illusion couldn't be too strong.

Nancy Feng doesn't know how to fall in love. This is a reality for most people. Nancy Feng follows a boy obediently. This is called fantasy.

However, now everything has been reversed, and the illusory scene has been forcibly blended into reality, causing many people to grin.

But those who had been caught in the rain did not want to hold umbrellas for others. After waiting for a long time, they pretended as if nothing had happened. When they met the next old classmate, they warmly invited them to the mutton soup stall and lied that they had good things.

how to say.

Yang Shuan's stall is like an automatic aiming water gun, which can quickly identify old classmates in the crowd, and it is extremely accurate.

One of them will be pampered, and one of them will be pampered, and his mentality will collapse.

You know, Nancy Feng has been a goddess in the south of the city for three years, and of course she has countless secret admirers.

"Did you see Nancy Feng just now?"

"I saw it. She was with John Qin at Yangshu Anjia's mutton soup stall. She seemed even more beautiful than she was in high school."

"Damn, this scene is a bit too magical. Why does Nancy Feng like John Qin?"

"Then who knows where to go?"

"You went to college in other places, so maybe you don't know. John Qin is now an entrepreneurial star in Linchuan, the kind who has been in the Youth Daily. It is said that he is worth millions."

...

"Really, the campus forum we are using now was created by him. He also developed a group-building website. It is said that there is a turnover of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan every day."

Behind the small square table of the mutton soup stall, Yang Shuan was elated, erecting fiercely, and his chest muscles almost opened the zipper of his down jacket.

Doing business with your uncle means you have a lot of face.

John Qin also pursed his lips, making tut-tsk sounds all the time.

I don’t know why, but I have been sitting here without saying anything, not even expressing my expression, but Shuangtai is full by itself, a magical batch.

Everyone, give us a few monthly passes to give us a taste.