Chapter 296: Easily Reaching a Small Goal

Whether black cat or white cat, any cat that can catch mice is a good cat; as long as it makes the opponent suffer, that is a successful revenge.

The matter of smashing the window.

If A Qing hadn't brought it up, he really wouldn't have done it.

But thinking about it is quite interesting.

I also don't know what Chen Lao Da would think in this situation.

He would probably "merge the case", right?

Even though Chen Lao Da certainly has no time for this right now, Wu An and A Qing didn't linger and quickly fled.

Chen Lao Da's house.

A few people stared at the bricks that smashed the window, trembling with anger.

"Was it Lao Fu Tou who did it?"

"These several bricks were smashed together, so it probably wasn't Lao Fu himself."

"Since they smashed the glass, what's up with Baosheng?"

A few people shouted angrily.

Chen Lao Da snorted coldly and said, "They hit Baosheng and also smashed the glass—outrageously deceitful, outrageously deceitful!"

"What are you all still standing around for?"

"Hurry to the county!"

They hurried outward and asked, "Dad, aren't you going?"

Chen Lao Da gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not going; I'm going to the Police Station!"

…

Wu An returned home.

It was already midnight.

He checked the system; the Daily Luck Value was 55.

Looking at the rain outside, he washed up and went to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Wu An woke up, glanced through the window and saw the rain had stopped; just a few seconds of happiness, he opened the door and was instantly stunned, because the wind had risen.

He walked toward the beach.

Seeing the tide on this side of the beach raging, he instantly abandoned the thought of going out to sea.

The wind and waves are more deadly than a downpour.

He headed back home.

After a meal, A Qing came running; they couldn't just sit idle, so the two planned together, rode a motor tricycle to the dock, and moved the water pump from the boat onto the vehicle.

Find a place to pump water!

At this time the tide was high; many people heading to the sea had arrived at the dock.

Seeing the water pump on their boat, their eyes lit up, and they surrounded them, asking, "A An, where are you taking the water pump?"

"Take us along, then."

"We have nothing to do either, so we'll go play with you."

Wu An, feeling both exasperated and amused, said, "Uncle and aunt, what water pit are you looking for? The tide's already in, do you expect me to scoop the ocean?"

"The water pump has a problem; I'll take it to town for repairs."

"Sigh, this water pump that cost several thousand, we haven't even gotten much catch, and it's broken several times already."

He kept talking.

He floored the throttle and left.

"Pah, I don't believe a word from him."

"The kid doesn't have a single truthful word in his mouth."

"He's really stingy, won't even reveal a location."

"Petty and stingy..."

A group muttered discontentedly; they whispered among themselves, aware that what they said shouldn't be overheard.

…

Arriving at the town.

They parked the vehicle at the market, right beside a stall; despite the crowds, it was actually the safest spot.

Found A Jin.

He placed a few cigarettes on the table and asked A Jin to help split them.

After a brief chat, A Jin whispered, "I arranged someone to keep watch; last night Chen Lao Da called the police, and the commotion was quite loud."

Wu An nodded, indicating he understood.

Without lingering, Wu An first unloaded the water pump and stored it in a shop, then took A Qing to purchase a lot of drinks and the like, and promptly headed to Zhenzhongcun.

The homestay project is an industry he holds high hopes for; as the boss, he should also make an appearance.

Arriving at the site.

An excavator was operating, hammering wooden piles into the soil one by one.

Mai Hangyu and Foreman Li were also there.

The two saw Wu An riding over on his vehicle and quickly went to greet him.

After a few polite exchanges, Foreman Li explained, "These wooden piles have been treated; their quality is guaranteed to have no issues."

Director Chen was absent; a junior officer was on site overseeing, responsible for handling various issues, dispatching, and other tasks.

Wu An greeted someone.

A Qing moved all the drinks and such off the vehicle here, having people help hand them out.

Don't be fooled by the recent rain and wind; the temperature is still high, it's not even September yet, when the sun is fiercest and temperatures peak.

Under the sun, one can't bear staying even a while.

Mai Hangyu called for everyone to rest, but the excavator driver didn't stop; the cab had air conditioning and water, so despite his nonstop work, he was actually the most comfortable person there.

Check the progress.

This road can be fixed in just a few days at most.

Originally it wasn't about making the road superb; the goal was just to repair it enough for people to walk and vehicles to pass, meeting the most basic needs.

Wu An had planned to leave, but then Fan Laoshi happened to send over the design draft.

Went to Mai Jia to hold a video conference.

Wu An first affirmed Fan Laoshi and his students' design draft; the design and renderings matched his expectations, even exceeded them.

But now the situation has changed.

Besides the originally planned four or five mu area, another ten mu have been added, making a total of fifteen mu, which equals ten thousand square meters.

What does that mean?

If we plan for guesthouse courtyards, each occupying 1,000 square meters, then Wu An could lay out ten such courtyards in this space.

Each guesthouse courtyard, according to Wu An's idea, would have about fifteen to twenty rooms.

Room rates would be five hundred to one thousand per night; at full occupancy, annual revenue alone would exceed twenty million.

Even if it only stays hot for four or five years, this guesthouse business could easily reach a modest goal.

Making money is definitely making money.

More importantly, cultural tourism wouldn't just profit one person; it would drive an entire area, even a whole region, to benefit.

For example, if his guesthouse courtyards only offered lodging, what would visitors do for food, drink, and entertainment here?

When the cultural tourism wind blows and traffic explodes, such enormous wealth couldn't be handled by him alone.

This requires more people to join in, jointly building the cultural tourism industry.

Of course, he alone couldn't manage it, but the first person to eat crab would certainly get more than others.

As for your question, what if cultural tourism doesn't take off?

Then this land, this courtyard, this place—if resold, could definitely multiply many times over.

Others might still be doubtful about running a guesthouse, unsure if the prospects are truly that good, but Wu An himself knows this is absolutely a sure‑profit, no‑loss venture.

So.

He's anxious.

He can only force himself not to dwell on details; the more he thinks, the more anxious he gets.

In the video he communicated with Fan Laoshi a bit, and didn't speak in absolutes.

As long as there's room to operate, Wu An will definitely keep buying and leasing land.

Even if he doesn't develop it himself.

Later it could also be transferred and rented to others.

As everyone knows, in these days, those who truly make money from business aren't the traders but the landlords.

After hearing Wu An's plan, Fan Laoshi nodded and said the benefit of overall development is that the style can be unified, making it easy to create the feeling Wu An wants.

Wu An nodded, saying: "Fan Laoshi is right; I think the same—it's far better than a haphazard patchwork of random efforts."

Fan Laoshi asked: "Are you sure you want to spread the operation this wide?"

Wu An hesitated two seconds, gritted his teeth, nodded, and said: "Yes!"

"At worst I'll suffer myself."

"In the future there will be times when I laugh."

Fan Laoshi said: "Good, I'll have the students go again for an on‑site look."

"I'm afraid it'll take about a week to work out a plan."

Wu An was overjoyed: "Thanks, Fan Laoshi."

After chatting a while longer, they ended the video call; Mai Hangyu, sweating profusely, said: "Brother, fifteen mu!"

"Ten thousand square meters!"

"You actually want to do all this at once—can't we first try a pilot?"

Wu An shook his head: "Trying a pilot is fine, but I'm afraid that after the test it'll attract even bigger capital."

By then.

What can a little fisherman like him use to compete?

Probably by then those capitalists will eat the meat while he only gets the broth.