The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 23 23. Recruiting helpers

Country music wafted throughout the bar.

After getting the beer, I didn't find a seat, but sat directly on the swivel chair next to the bar.

From here you can enjoy Mustache’s speech and look at everyone inside without being too eye-catching.

The beer tastes very light, a bit like the draft beer sold at roadside food stalls in China.

After work, Lin Feng likes the feeling of drinking draft beer in summer evenings. He can sit there for a long time with a few meat skewers.

The taste of beer reminded him of the past, the memories triggered by a sip of beer. When he was a child, he watched his father drink it. When he grew up, he drank it himself, and his children would drink it in the future.

A solid beer, a flowing life.

A few old men who had drunk too much were already speaking awkwardly, but they continued holding up their glasses.

A cigar-smoking uncle with a beard from the nose down came in, feeling ready to lead the Israelites across the Red Sea.

The uncle smiled at him, grinning to reveal a set of big yellow teeth, which was simply indescribable.

Lin Feng raised his glass in response.

After a few minutes, the landlady who had finished her work came over and tapped the table lightly.

"Lin Feng."

"You know my name."

Unexpected.

The landlady smiled and said: "I am Margaret Rutherford, and the man who never wakes up is my husband."

"The bar is an information station. There is all the news here. This is the origin of the name of the corral. Tom Frank let the outsiders inherit the ranch." The proprietress nuzzled at the drunkards, "They had already done this after the Franks passed away half a year ago. Just know it.”

Well, Riverdale is too small.

Lin Feng took out a "Franklin" and slapped it on the table, "Give everyone a glass of beer, and I'll take the blame."

A glass of beer is only a few dollars, so it's not much money to be generous with, and it might make a good impression on these old guys.

Some people started cheering, especially Mustache, who was giving a speech. He had been thirsty for a long time and needed a glass of wine to moisten his throat.

Lin Feng glanced at the crowd several times, always feeling that they were not very reliable.

This group of uncles who drink all day long may have a glorious past, but being addicted to alcohol now is not a good thing after all.

He doesn't want an alcoholic in his team, and bad things will happen sooner or later.

"I'm looking for a helper. Do you have any recommendations?"

Margaret took out a small notebook from the pocket at the bar and handed it to him.

Lin Feng flipped through it. It was a roster, or a list of classmates from his school days.

The name of the person and a brief introduction are written crookedly on it. The bar is both an information station and a reemployment service center for unemployed cowboys.

"If you had come a few days earlier, I could have recommended a capable person to you, but it's a pity that he went to Key West, Florida." Margaret said.

Being a boss for the first time, it felt good to look through my resume, and I had the pleasure of controlling other people's destiny.

Mike Moorcock, 45 years old, Mexican-American. Eight years of ranching experience, I smoked and drank but I was a good cowboy.

For Christopher, a 38-year-old Montana native, his 320-pound weight has never been a problem.

Jeremy Clarkson, 63, terrible former farmer. Don’t say anything more, just do it if you’re paid!

Ludo Bagman, 74 years old, I can still move, believe me.

……

Lin Feng had a headache, "Isn't there anyone reliable?"

"Have you ever heard of the saying that Riverdale Town doesn't support idlers?" Margaret smiled broadly. "In fact, everyone is reliable, so don't worry about what they wrote."

Lin Feng pointed to Christopher's name and asked: "He can do it too? 320 pounds?"

Margaret shrugged, "This is my son."

Lin Feng planned to call Claudia, the woman who came to the Animal Husbandry Committee to sell memberships.

The call was answered quickly. "Hello madam, do you still remember me? Lin Feng from Lakeside Ranch. I have thought about joining the club, but before that you have to do something for me. It shouldn't be difficult for you."

"Of course I remember you. I also saved your number. Let me know what I can do for you."

"Find me a reliable helper."

Claudia said cheerfully, "Of course it's no problem, it's easy."

Lin Feng looked around at the drunkards in the bar and deliberately lowered his voice, "I want to find someone reliable. Let's not talk about these drunkards in the Corral Bar!"

Claudia laughed on the phone and said she would call him later.

The bar was smoky, and Lin Feng was going to go to the car to get some fresh air.

A new car makes people feel happy, and there is indeed a scientific basis for spending money to bring happiness.

Five minutes later, Claudia called back and asked Lin Feng to write down a phone number, saying that his name was Charlie Geraci and that he was a man who really understood ranching. Hiring him would make Lakeside Ranch make rapid progress.

"Okay, I will remember it. Thank you for your help. I will go to you to complete the procedures when I have time."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng immediately called Charlie. His voice sounded like that of a middle-aged man who seemed a little bald. He didn't know why he could tell a person's hairstyle from his voice.

Charlie spoke with a British accent, which reminded Lin Feng of the English listening skills he did in school.

Make an appointment to meet and chat.

"How about it being at your ranch? I can take a field trip."

Charlie is not like an ordinary applicant, but more like he is choosing a job for himself, which is completely different from the group of unemployed uncles in the bar.

Only real people can be so confident.

The boss chooses the employees, and the capable employees will choose the boss in turn.

Charlie said that there were more than one ranch that invited him, including some medium and large ranches.

I have been checking out jobs every day for the past week to find a boss with similar interests.

Lin Feng didn't think he was bluffing himself. Claudia had said before that he was a great ranch consultant.

The time is set for the morning of the day after tomorrow.

Lin Feng felt that he was the one who was applied for the job, which felt strange.

Paul Schneider called me on the way home. It was a busy few days, with calls coming one after another.

Paul brought good news. Zhenbao Auction House is warming up for his jade auction. Many powerful buyers have expressed interest. It is said that one of them is a domestic technology company giant and has promised to bring his young wife to the auction.

Lin Feng asked him who he was.

Paul said that this is a business secret and cannot be disclosed to anyone for the time being. We will see what happens.

A technology tycoon and a young wife, Lin Feng probably has a scope.

It suddenly started raining heavily when I got home, without any warning. There was some sunshine one day, but it was covered with dark clouds the next.

The weather in Riverdale is so changeable, but fortunately the $20,000 Chevy pickup truck can protect you from the wind and rain.

Lin Feng likes to drive and listen to music in such bad weather. It has an indescribable feeling, but it makes people energetic anyway.

After returning home, I found that the entire Tranquility Lake was shrouded in mist, which was extremely beautiful.

The rippling water on the lake reflects the surrounding green trees. The word "quiet" really suits it very well.

Wayne was smart enough to take shelter in the bullpen when it rained.

There are also little brown horses inside. A dog and a horse are leisurely admiring the pasture in the rain.

Wayne was alert when he saw a car driving in. When he realized it was Lin Fenghou, he ran over in the rain, his tail wagging like a helicopter.

It felt so good to go home and see them both. I was no longer alone and felt warm in my heart.

(End of this chapter)