Chapter 197: A stepmother’s call makes the world wide On
the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, there is a temple fair at Wu’an Mountain.
The huge crowd of people setting up stalls and coming to have fun occupied half of the hill, while the open space at the foot of the hill was filled with all kinds of private cars.
The festive atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger at this time, and the festive red color is everywhere.
Together with the white snow that fell a few days ago, the mountains and hills were all red and white, which was really beautiful.
Yang Jianguo specially applied for a stall at this temple fair and put up the Yang's signboard in order to cater to Jiang Qin's concept and quickly establish the brand's influence in Jeju.
You know, the temple fair attracts a huge number of visitors, which is equivalent to an exhibition or a 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 come into the public eye, going to crowded places to make your presence felt is a crucial step.
However, Yang Jianguo is now a small boss and is currently preparing to open the fifth branch. He has no time to manage the temple fair, so this matter naturally falls on the shoulders of Yang Shuan, the mutton soup master.
"Dad, I don't want to go. I will definitely meet a lot of old classmates at the temple fair."
Yang Shuan looked reluctant.
"What's wrong? Did you lose face by selling mutton soup? I, your father, supported you by selling bowls of mutton soup. Don't be ungrateful!"
Yang Jianguo turned around and glared at him.
"It's not that I'm embarrassed, I just don't want to say hello, but if I meet someone I know, I can't pretend I don't see them, it's very awkward."
Yang Jianguo slapped him on the head and said, "You little bastard, this is our own business. If you don't worry about it, who will? I'm telling you, don't throw a tantrum when you get there. Listen to your uncle and do whatever he tells you to do."
Yang Shuan's eyes widened instantly: "Ah? My uncle is going too?"
"Of course, it was he who came up with the idea of going to the temple fair. You just need to follow your uncle and learn from him."
Yang Shuan didn't know why, but his spine suddenly straightened up after hearing these words. He felt that this matter immediately became more noble and impressive once it was related to Jiang Qin.
Just like selling mutton soup by yourself is called working, but following Jiang Qin to sell mutton soup is called business.
Let's not talk about anything else, for example, in the summer after the college entrance examination, Jiang Qin took Guo Zihang to sell lunch boxes, and was laughed at by the class for half a month, but now it has become a good story, often mentioned by people, and they also call Jiang Qin awesome.
Yes, I, Yang Shuan, followed my uncle to do business! After figuring this out, Yang Shuan no longer hesitated, packed up his things and got into his father's car.
At the same time, Jiang Qin also got up early in the morning, washed up, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out.
He has become accustomed to the pace of doing business and cannot stay idle even on holidays.
Last night, he just finished listening to Wei Lanlan's work report, participated in the research of Dong Wenhao's post-New Year topic selection, and discussed the later optimization direction with Sunai. He is going to the temple fair again today. His life is so fulfilling.
"Mom, I'm not going to the library. I'm going to the temple fair at Wu'an Mountain today."
"Go ahead, have fun, and go home after you've had enough fun!" Yuan Youqin advised.
Jiang Qin felt the deep maternal love, nodded and went out, then drove to pick up the rich woman, and then went to the intersection ahead to pick up Guo Zihang.
Old Guo had been bored at home these days, and because of a dragon he was late for home and was not welcome. As soon as he received Jiang Qin's call, he immediately came over with a grunt.
"Godfather, classmate Feng, good morning."
"Old Guo, fasten your seat belts. We are going to Wu'an Mountain today to help out at Yang Shu'an's mutton soup stall."
Jiang Qin gave an instruction, stepped on the accelerator, and took the two of them on a bumpy ride, finally arriving 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 winter cold.
Next to it, there stands a large PVC board with the locations of the mutton soup restaurant branches written on it, which looks very eye-catching.
Jiang Qin parked the car at the foot of the mountain, took the rich woman's hand, and called Guo Zihang. The three of them walked up the mountain and finally came to Yang Shuan's stall.
"Uncle, you're here?"
"Hey, my aunt is here too? Welcome, welcome!"
Yang Shuan immediately brought a stool and handed it over, as enthusiastic as a lackey.
Jiang Qin frowned and thought to himself, how come this guy is addicted to red envelopes? Damn it, he always forces pairings like this, calling them uncle and aunt all the time. You've already missed out on your uncle's big red envelope, don't you understand?
"Stand here for a while. I'll go take a look next door."
Jiang Qin glanced to the side, turned around and walked to the next stall. After handing over a cigarette, he started chatting with the stall owner.
The temple fair at Wu'an Mountain started the day before yesterday and lasted for five days. They were considered to have arrived relatively late. The stall owners who had already set up stalls here would have a lot of experience, and a cigarette was not worth much, so it would be good to get some information first.
At the same time, Guo Zihang pulled Yang Shuan aside and lowered his voice and asked, "Old Yang, didn't you feel any psychological burden just now?"
"What psychological burden?" Yang Shuan was confused.
"It's ok for me to call Jiang Qin foster father, but I really feel uncomfortable calling Feng classmate foster mother. How can you be so natural?"
Yang Shuan patted Guo Zihang on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Old Guo, don't have so many idol baggage, call me once, there will be a red envelope, it will be very nice."
“…”
Guo Zihang took a deep breath and made an important decision after hesitating for a while.
Jiang Qin had already finished chatting with the man selling beef noodles next door and asked about the time periods with the heaviest customer flow. When he came back, Feng Nanshu had already taken out his wallet and handed Guo Zihang a brand new Mao Zedong note.
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Jiang Qin looked at them in confusion, wondering what the hell was going on.
After a while, the sun slowly rose from behind the mountain, the morning light spread all over the ground, the temperature gradually began to rise, and the number of people coming to the temple fair also began to increase in waves.
Just as Yang Shuan said, there were quite a few old classmates who came to the temple fair. Those who were friends, those who could be called by name, and those who could not be called by name but recognized their faces, gradually appeared in the crowd.
After all, it is winter vacation. College students have been away from home for half a year. They have seen the world and are having fun after returning home. They must participate in such occasions where it is easy to meet old classmates.
Combing your hair like an adult, wearing a handsome outfit, and chatting with old classmates for a while, isn't that beautiful? In fact, many people come here with the mentality of being nice, wanting to look round and comfortable.
But whenever someone walked up to the stall of Yang's Mutton Soup Restaurant and saw Feng Nanshu standing obediently in the cold moonlight, with her eyes following Jiang Qin, they would not be able to help but shout "Fuck!" and would tilt their heads back, and immediately feel like they were being fucked.
"Am I seeing things? Feng Nanshu?"
"You are not mistaken. It is this world that is wrong."
"Why is Feng Nanshu standing behind Yang Shuan's stall? Are they related?"
"Didn't you see Jiang Qin? Last summer, Yang Shuan said in the group that Jiang Qin invested in his mutton soup restaurant."
"You mean to say that Feng Nanshu came here with Jiang Qin?"
"Um."
"Damn it, it turns out that it's not the world that's wrong, it's the world that's crazy..."
"Could it be that the rumor that was circulating during the National Day holiday is true?"
In the first class of senior year, there was a guy named Lu Chao who was very good at playing CF. He liked Yu Shasha from class two. When he was eleven, he went crazy and told everyone that Feng Nanshu and Jiang Qin were in love, but many people didn't believe him.
Are you kidding? That’s Feng Nanshu.
She is so cold and aloof that she is unapproachable. She doesn't even like to talk to others. Many people who want to pursue her don't have the courage to talk to her, and some even write love letters but don't have the courage to give them to her.
Who can catch her? Who can make her curious about love?
Who can make her willingly become a lovely girl?
No one, so how could she fall in love if there was no one? But now, everyone saw her standing next to Jiang Qin, with a well-behaved face. The disparity between reality and illusion was too strong.
Feng Nanshu doesn't know how to fall in love, this is the reality for most people. Feng Nanshu follows a boy with a well-behaved look on her face, this is fucking fantasy.
However, now everything is turned upside down, and the unreal scenes are forcibly integrated into reality, making many people grimace.
But those who have been caught in the rain don’t want to hold an umbrella for others. After taking a long time to calm down, they pretend nothing happened. When they meet the next old classmate, they enthusiastically invite them to the mutton soup stall and lie that there are good things there.
How to say it.
It was as if there was an automatic aiming water gun on Yang Shuan’s stall, which could quickly identify old classmates in a huge crowd, and with incredible accuracy.
One by one, I get hit. Another by one, I get hit. My mentality is about to collapse.
You know, Feng Nanshu has been a goddess in the south of the city for three years, so of course she has countless secret admirers.
"Did you see Feng Nanshu just now?"
"I saw her at Yang Shuan's mutton soup stall, together with Jiang Qin. She seemed even prettier than she was in high school."
"Damn, this scene is a bit too magical. Why does Feng Nanshu like Jiang Qin?"
"Who knows where to go?"
"You are studying in another city, so you may not know this. Jiang Qin is now a star entrepreneur in Linchuan. He has been on the Youth Daily and is said to be worth millions."
"????"
"Really? The campus forum we are using now was created by him. He also developed a group buying website. It is said that there are 30,000 to 40,000 turnover every day."
Behind the small square table of the mutton soup stall, Yang Shuan was overjoyed and stood up fiercely, his chest muscles almost bursting open the zipper of his down jacket.
Doing business with my uncle is so damn prestigious.
Jiang Qin also pursed his lips and made a clicking sound.
I don't know why, I've been sitting here, not saying anything, not even having any expression, but I'm already feeling very happy, it's amazing.
Everyone, please give us a few monthly tickets to give us a taste of the situation.
(End of this chapter)
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