The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 301 300. Lively market
The next day, Lin Feng woke up in the hotel bed. He and Paul were a little drunk last night, and now his head still hurts.

He picked up his phone and saw several unread messages, all sent by Paul, including detailed information and pictures of the lots he mentioned.

Lin Feng carefully checked the information and made a preliminary judgment in his mind.

He decided to talk to Paul in detail today to see if he could finalize the location of the restaurant as soon as possible.

After getting up and washing up, Lin Feng went to the hotel restaurant and ordered breakfast. While he was eating, he was thinking about the conversation he had with Paul last night, and he was full of expectations about opening a restaurant.

After breakfast, Lin Feng called Paul and asked him to come out to meet him. Paul quickly responded to the message and said he was waiting for Lin Feng at a cafe in the city center.

Lin Feng took a taxi to the cafe and saw Paul already waiting for him there.

"Brother, how did you sleep last night?" Paul asked.

"Not bad, but my head hurts a bit." Lin Feng smiled, "But it doesn't matter. Let's continue talking about the restaurant today."

"Haha, you also think this is a very exciting thing, right? Did you read the message I sent you last night?" Paul asked.

"Next we need to find a designer to design the decoration style and layout of the restaurant." Paul said, "At the same time, we also need to start recruiting staff and developing menus."

It is said that the market in River Valley Town is very down-to-earth and has good quality and low prices.

He bought his favorite yacht and found a suitable restaurant location. He felt that his trip to Seattle was very rewarding.

"Then what do we need to do next?" Lin Feng asked.

Return to Helena from Seattle, then drive from the city to the pastoral area.

"After looking at it, I think those locations are all good. Which one do you think is the most suitable?" Lin Feng said.

"No problem, I will contact the designer and recruiter as soon as possible." Paul said, "But the formulation of the menu requires your participation. After all, you are a gourmet."

"It's a bit expensive, but it's worth it," Paul explained. "And we can calculate the rental cost into the price of the dishes, so you don't have to worry."

"Okay, I don't understand any of this, so I'll leave it to you to take charge." Lin Feng said, "I believe in your ability."

Wool comes from sheep.

In addition, there is a special area for the flea market, where second-hand items that residents do not usually use can be sold.

When we arrived at the scene, almost everyone in the town came out, it was like a grand festival.

After the two chatted for a while, they went back to their respective homes.

Fifth Avenue is where Zhenbao Auction House is located.

"I personally think the location on Fifth Avenue is the best," Paul said. "Not only does it have a large flow of people, but it is also surrounded by high-end brand stores, which is very consistent with our positioning."

He did not go home directly, but went to the downtown area of ​​the town. He heard that there was a monthly market today and he just wanted to see if he could buy anything.

Lin Feng likes the thrill of picking up bargains. He used to frequent it in China and could always find some special trinkets.

Lin Feng returned to the hotel and began to sort out what he had learned from his visit to Seattle.

Lin Feng nodded, agreeing with Paul's view.

Paul also has to go to the auction house to start a busy day of work.

"Is the rent expensive?" Lin Feng asked.

The location was on the street in front of the town hall building. Those who didn't know better thought it was a gathering of people making trouble.

It is said that the market originated from a "riot". At that time, the townspeople demanded to improve welfare policies and gathered outside the town hall for a sit-in. People always wanted to eat and drink. The small traders saw the business opportunities and gradually evolved into the market. .

Instead of banning it, the town hall gave support. After several years of development, it has become a monthly festival in River Valley Town.

Lin Feng had only heard about it before, but this was the first time he confirmed it with his own eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there are colorful sheds and RVs that have been converted into stalls.

Outside is an RV selling coffee, with a couple taking care of the business and their two children playing around.

There are not a few such stalls based on family units. Perhaps our daily life is too comfortable and we need to participate in various activities to increase the fun.

There are fish sellers, vegetable sellers, fruit sellers, book sellers, and various daily necessities, etc. Lin Feng looked at it and wanted to set up a stall here. Selling pancakes and fruits would definitely make money.

He was walking through the market, thinking about buying some fresh fruit to go back to. He was lacking vitamins recently, and a small piece of the corner of his mouth was rotten, and it hurt when he got wet.

Many people greeted him, and even though he didn't know them, he still responded to them all with a smile. This is the warmth and kindness of a small town.

Not long after walking, he saw a stall crowded with people, so he walked over curiously.

An old farmer was selling fresh strawberries and vegetables grown by himself. Pastoral areas basically produce and sell themselves, so it is normal to sell what you can't finish.

Lin Feng bought two boxes of strawberries and a handful of fresh vegetables. The old farmer enthusiastically helped him pack them, and also gave them a few home-grown cucumbers.

He carried the heavy bag and continued to visit the market in a happy mood.

Not far away, a flea market stall caught his attention.

The stalls are filled with a variety of second-hand items, including antique cameras, vinyl records, and some unknown old items. Lin Feng knelt down and picked around, finally choosing a ceramic teapot that looked quite dated.

"How much does this cost?" he asked, holding up the teapot.

"Eight dollars." The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. She looked at Lin Feng with a smile.

Eight dollars can't buy you a loss, and you can't be fooled.

Lin Feng paid the money, took the teapot and left with satisfaction.

He felt that although the teapot was not worth much, it was also a kind of decoration at home.

It was a bit troublesome to carry so many things, so I found a place where no one was and put them into the small world.

Suddenly I remembered that my father liked to plate things, so I looked for him to see if he had any gadgets like a pocket watch.

Just when Lin Feng was concentrating on looking at the stall, someone slapped him from behind.

It's Doudou.

Chief Kevin Fusco is on patrol in his uniform, and he appears to be getting fatter.

"Brother, what are you busy with?" Doudou asked.

Without thinking, Lin Feng said, "I bought some fruits and vegetables, and a small teapot."

After getting up, he remembered that he had put it in the small world, and quickly added: "Put it in the car."

Doudou patted his shoulder, I found a treasure today. "Doudou smiled mysteriously.

"An ancient oil painting shows an aristocratic woman wearing gorgeous clothes. Her eyes are deep and charming."

"I found this painting after a lot of effort. It is said to be the work of a famous painter." Doudou added proudly.

It sounds unbelievable, how could a painting by a famous artist appear in the market and be found at the same time.

Lin Feng didn't ask any further questions, so as not to embarrass Doudou. He looked quite cute.

However, Doudou brought him news that the newly elected governor planned to visit River Valley Town in the near future to understand the public sentiment.

In fact, everyone knows that the cowboys made a lot of trouble last time, and the governor will definitely come to appease them when he takes office to avoid further trouble.

"The new governor will definitely go to the ranch to inspect, and there is a high probability that he will go to your place." Doudou whispered.

"why?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly. In fact, he didn't want to have anything to do with those politicians.

Doudou motioned him to lower his voice, "With the same land, Lakeside Ranch can produce 95% of premium steaks. If you were the governor, you would go there, right bro."

It sounds reasonable.

Lin Feng plans to face everything calmly, even if the President of the United States comes, he will do whatever he wants.

(End of this chapter)