After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Qi Feng's whereabouts were revealed to Shang Rui by song ran through his assistant's circle of friends.

Shang Rui can also see song Ran's intention, but even if he knows, he still bought a ticket overnight and rushed there. He stayed near the hotel for several hours and followed her car all the way to find the final address.

Many times it was like this. He knew she was plotting, but he still had to step in.

After coming out of the store, song ran got on the bus, feeling calm and without waves all the way.

On the ancient township road, the crowd surged. The assistant drove the car very slowly. While turning the steering wheel, she reported, "I seem to see President Shang. After you go out."

When she rushed to the town from the city in the morning, she already noticed the white car that was always chasing after her. Later, when she saw Shang Rui, she immediately understood song Ran's intention.

Sure enough, at this time, the woman only faintly replied four words, "don't worry about him."

Looking carefully in the rearview mirror, I saw that she was looking out of the window. She didn't seem to have much interest in this topic, so she tightened her hand on the steering wheel and asked, "are you going back to the hotel now?"

Song ran bowed her head and looked at the time on her watch.

The pointer had just crossed eight o'clock. At this time, the car body happened to turn across the path and slowly turned to an Avenue along the river. She rolled down the window and let a tide greasy river wind sweep over the top.

Overlooking the past across the river, the sunrise time has passed, but in the morning of spring, the river was shining brightly by the sun. She stared at the rickety fishing boat in the middle of the river and asked casually, "what do you think of here?"

Holding the steering wheel, the assistant couldn't help turning his head and glancing at the river, "it's very good, but I don't know what you mean? The scenery here is very good and the air is clear. It's good to take a vacation and relax occasionally, but it's not practical for young people to want to stay permanently. "

"Impractical?" Compared with the topic about Shang Rui, the current content seems to be more enough to arouse her interest, "what do you think is not practical?"

The assistant thought more of Qi Feng. On the way over today, song ran mentioned that Qi Feng moved here and opened a photo studio similar to that in Kyoto. At that time, he felt strange, but when he really came here and saw the simple and ordinary people in that town, he felt that the store was too risky.

"The buildings here still retain the ancient style and are built near the river. The scenery is impeccable. It is not even worse than some well-known tourist attractions in China, but it has not been developed at all. When I was just waiting in the car, I think most of the activities in this town are middle-aged and elderly people or children, and there are few young people..."

After a pause, she observed song Ran's face and made the final conclusion, "to put it bluntly, the supporting industries did not keep up, the tourism industry was difficult to develop and was not suitable for young people to survive."

Song ran listened with a smile on her face. The assistant also frowned when he said this, and an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, "ah, but the scenery here is good, the geographical location is excellent, and it is not far from Phoenix, so it may not be worth developing."

Song ran started lightly. The topic soon turned to the direction she wanted. Hearing the little assistant's inference alone, she gently raised her eyebrows and pinned her head out of the other window.

The Yanjiang Avenue in front can't see the end clearly, but standing not far from the line of sight, a sign with thick brush words appears to be very eye-catching. She slightly hooks her lips and signals the driver, "stop at the inn in front and let's meet two people."

The car stopped in the roadside alley. The assistant got off behind song ran. She looked around for a while. After stepping into the gate of the inn, the sleepy waiter sister who was lying in front of the cashier opened her eyes. In the future, people looked up and down, and then raised her hand to lead people upstairs.

"Are you miss song from Beijing? Our big and small bosses are already waiting. "

Song ran nodded politely and stopped the little sister from deferentially trying to lead people up. He said faintly, "just tell us where it is and let's go by ourselves."

"Turn left on the second floor, Miaozhu room."

The waitress stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand. When the two well-dressed people stepped on the wooden stairs, she trotted all the way to her companion, "look? I'm from Kyoto. It's said that changing money into cash can fill our inn. Look at the temperament of others... "

When the cashier aunt saw her exaggerated face, she always thought that people were bragging and waving their hands in disdain. It was a joke, "beautiful is beautiful, but what you said is too unreliable. How rich would it be to fill our inn?"

"Ah, it's not my boasting, it's the big boss's wife." My little sister frowns. Anyway, she believes in the boss's wife.

Here, song ran and his assistant went upstairs before and after. They didn't care about the movement downstairs, and the footsteps of the assistant behind them were also very hesitant.

Before stepping on the last step, she finally figured out some possibilities, "Miss Song, are you going to put the tourism investment plan here?"

A year ago, the company intended to develop in tourism investment and take another share in the current popular tourism industry, but more than a dozen specific investment plans have been formulated. Now, there are still three to be finalized, but Fenghuang ancient town may not be included.

So her conjecture is very unreliable.

But looking at the light expression on Song Ran's face at the moment, she felt that she had guessed right again.

"You just said yourself that it may not be worth developing. My point of view is the same as you. Is there anything strange?" On the last step, the woman turned her head and stared at the assistant's jaw that couldn't be closed. "Investment pays attention to stability, accuracy and ruthlessness. If you don't care about such a good opportunity, naturally someone will."

Song's enterprises have reached this level. Most of them are involved in tourism, but only tourism. In the early years, song's father suffered a loss in this regard, and then the plan has been shelved.

If you want to succeed in one fell swoop when the current tourism market is almost saturated, on the one hand, it is the profit orientation of businessmen, on the other hand, it is also concerned about song's reputation.

There is no way that the two generations of father and daughter are damaged in the same thing.

Therefore, the project development plan has been tossing around for nearly a year, and song ran didn't find the one that really suits his heart.

Until someone gave her advice on the ancient city of Phoenix.

Just thinking of this, the two Inn owners who heard the movement outside the door have welcomed them out.

Led by an old man in his fifties and sixties, wearing a striped blouse of local style, and walking behind him is a young man. From aura to dress, he is the same as song ran, showing decency and preciseness incompatible with the town.

They are father and son. Their father is the mayor of Fenghuang town. After his son graduated from University, he started a business in a nearby city. Now he can do business. He is already a small successful entrepreneur.

After welcoming song ran and her assistant back to the private room, they sat down at the small square table. The tea has been soaked. It seems that they have been waiting early.

"We tried the tourism development of Fenghuang town in our early years, but there was no foreign investment. It was not enough to rely on the resources of our town alone. My little son still spent a lot of money in it, but you see, this inn has been built and has not received many guests until now."

The old man's attitude was sincere. After saying more than half of his words, he realized that he had made a mistake, so he silently stopped and looked at the young man next to him.

Song ran was actually more willing to talk to the man who looked more calm and rational, so her eyes turned around, "what do you mean, Mr. Fang?"