Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 115 You and me under the marriage tree

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

Jiang Qin drove an Audi and drove Feng Nanshu 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, Jiang 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."

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Jiang 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 Nanjiao Town.

Jiang 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 bustling.

Jiang Qin looked back at Feng Nanshu 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 farmyard, Sunai, Lu Xuemei, Shi Miaomiao, and Wen Jinrui were picking vegetables, while Dong Wenhao, Lu Feiyu, and Chen Wenxing were lighting a fire in front of a large stove.

A few people watched the black Audi drive in, and they immediately complained about the lateness of the boss and his wife.

“Boss, you are here.”

 “I accidentally got sidetracked on the road, but it’s not a big problem.”

Jiang 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, and they can use the ingredients and venues provided by the farmhouse to experience the feeling of cooking on the farmhouse stove.

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

 Damn it, you’re an old capitalist.

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

 “Lady boss, do you like spicy food?”

“I can eat anything.” Feng Nanshu is not picky about food at all.

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

"good."

“Lady boss, I’ll take you there!”

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

At this time, Jiang Qin called Wei Lanlan and Tan Qing over and explained to them about the Linchuan Technology Milk Tea Shop.

The boss, Gao Dawei, is a hard-nosed person, but he is in a really good position, which is very beneficial for later promotion.

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

Jiang Qin gave Wei Lanlan the phone number he wanted to call and asked people from the marketing team to call him one by one, using tactics to wear down 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?” Wei Lanlan was a little stunned.

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

 “Then what if he doesn’t agree?”

"I've talked in person 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 alternatives." Wei Lanlan nodded, then took out his mobile phone and saved the number. , handed it to Tan Qing.

Then Jiang Qin turned to look at Sunai 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 recruit another team. You are more experienced in this matter, so I will delegate power to you and you will be fully responsible.”

Jiang Qin’s solution is direct violence. If there are not enough manpower, recruit people. Anyway, he has incurred so much advertising fees. Now he has a lot of money and a lot of tough words.

Sunai was quite excited when she heard the word "decentralization", but she didn't know that this is the art of boss speaking. You are given all the work, and you 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 Wenhao 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 direction of the guest room, wearing a sweatshirt with spliced ​​sleeves and carrying a Chanel sky blue shoulder bag. She looked smart and beautiful.

 “Jiang Qin, walk.”

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

 “Okay boss!”

Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu 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. However, 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 market when she was in Jeju. This kind of farm town was of course like another world to her.

However, as he was walking, Jiang 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 and a lush crown. The branches stretch out in all directions, and there are many fluttering red ribbons hanging on its branches. It looks like a little red among the greenery.

　　　, the marriage tree.

Jiang Qin was speechless. Why would there be such a thing as long as there are tourists?

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

“Jiang Qin, what is that?”

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

 “Then I’ll hang one for us too!”

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After a while, Jiang Qin took the poor Feng Nanshu 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 applied it twice to the wound on her ankle.

“I told you not to go, but you had to go, and it’s been a long time and you haven’t hung up yet.”

“Does it hurt?” Jiang Qin raised his head and looked at her.

Feng Nanshu looked away as if nothing happened: "Actually, it doesn't hurt at all, just like an ant bite."

“Then do you have the ability to turn your head and show me?”

 “Okay, it hurts, but I’ll dare next time.”

　　　…”

“Jiang Qin, if the sign is not put up, can we still be good friends for life?”

 (End of this chapter)