Chapter 1021

Qin Yun's "pfft-chuckle" laughter traveled far in the empty vegetable field.

He Kuang was holding back his voice. But his shoulders began to shake, and his back had to curl up, for fear that if he stood straight, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from laughing out loud...

Lu Chuan found such favoritism truly hard to accept; he had to emphasize: "My strength is greater than both of theirs; I can handle some rough work."

"I know, I know." Song Tan truly believed that; no one could absorb spiritual energy without improving their body.

But...

"There isn't much heavy labor here, and besides, isn't what you're doing rough work? These radish leaves are quite coarse."

She was amazingly efficient, bending over to pull radishes while talking, and soon she had cleared two more ridges of land. She raised her head again to look at Qin Yun and He Kuang, who hadn't made much progress, and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's a good thing you guys can write books to earn money now, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to handle working in a factory tightening screws... Don't be shy at the pig-slaughtering feast tomorrow, eat more meat and build up your strength!"

This time, it was Lu Chuan's turn to laugh out loud.

The driver looked on blankly.

And late that same night, several people also arrived at the high-speed railway station one after another.

Secretary Wang had just recovered from his overwhelming work when he was instantly stunned by the cow-shed dormitory.

He thought to himself, have I rebelled, to arrange this for the leader? Whatever happened to "incognito visits" or "the dragon in shallow waters," this shouldn't mean staying in a cow shed!

The young woman in the lead rubbed her hands together and found a car at the exit: "The nearby Yunjin Hotel—wait a moment, I need a receipt."

"Hey, Brother What's-his-name, are you guys definitely driving yourselves tomorrow? What time are you leaving? Let's go together!"

"Right, I heard from our market manager that he also snatched one once, and it was worth more than the price... I heard I was coming, and he was so envious."

The female colleague was stunned: "Haven't you heard of it locally? It's that Teacher Qiaoqiao. His follower count is almost over a million."

"Yeah." The female colleague smiled: "We're from an internet company; we heard there's a big influencer around here holding a pig-slaughtering feast, so we came specifically to see it and see if we can sign him."

In an instant, this small pig-slaughtering feast had actually set everyone in motion. Two local fishing enthusiasts from Yuncheng were also packing their camera lenses and drones late into the night, slurping away in the middle of the night.

"Right, right, right, that has to be asked clearly; is it that the development concepts are different, or is there some tension with the local government?"

"Everyone, perk up tomorrow and strive to make an assessment from all aspects—they were full of confidence when they asked for a signing fee, and looking at the live stream feedback, they should have some real skills."

The temperature in Yuncheng was low; the group was wearing coats, and as soon as they left the station, they shivered from the sub-zero temperature in the middle of the night.

Honestly, this was quite fresh. After all, there had always been few adoptions, and opportunities like this, which formally required attending a pig-slaughtering feast and bringing follow-up visits, were rare.

"By the way, should we go ahead tonight? My friend told me he's staying in the cow-shed dormitory right now, and there are empty rooms there."

At this moment, there was no need to look at the itinerary; he could report the time directly:

"If it weren't for seeing his good potential, I really wouldn't be going on a business trip at the end of the year."

The female colleague rubbed her forehead: "Perfect, I heard that the netizens coming to attend the pig-slaughtering feast are also staying at that hotel; tomorrow, we'll charter a bus to take us all there together."

Secretary Wang:...

"They sincerely sent an application to invite us; should we go? If we go, I'll specially approve a day off. Not just you guys, the armed police side is too."

Thinking about the car specially arranged for tomorrow, he reported the unremarkable license plate number in advance.

"Fine!" The owner of Duo Duo sacrificed heroically, and it was also their pain; at this moment, the leader made the final decision:

And what's this about not liking to play with mobile phones... Hmph! My dad is old and still posts on Douyin with music! If you don't want to give it, you just don't want to give it!

The joy of the Old Song family spread in the fields, and in Ningcheng, at the fire station, the leader asked the two in the room:

"I heard Cang'er's deafness is cured, but I have to see it to believe it. Its high blood pressure still needs to be watched, and... Duo Duo's owner... I have to go see."

The air conditioning in the car was on, warm and cozy. As it drove smoothly forward, the woman touched the spare contract in her bag and couldn't help but sigh:

"In the last two years, our platform's cash flow has been a bit difficult to maintain; if we can achieve good results by the end of the year, we can look forward to next year's bonus."

"We'll leave at 8:00 AM sharp tomorrow and arrive at about 10:00 AM—time is tight; if you really want to go together, I'll tell you when we pass by the Municipal Center."

"Go and take a good look, look at their environment, look at their life... if it's possible..."

"By the way, Brother, why didn't you give me that guy's number? In case something happens and I can't reach you, I can still find someone."

Forget it, I'll just go directly.

Zhang Chen thought for a moment, then decided against it: "The municipal side is all traffic jams in the morning; if I go around that way and leave at 6:00, it's too much trouble to get out of the city..."

The same question, but the armed police side didn't hesitate at all: "I'm going!"

Not only were they sure, but so was Wu Lei's good friend Zhang Chen, who was seen calling the municipal procurement person again:

Just at this moment, the leader walked out of the office door: "Wang Qing, don't arrange a driver for tomorrow..."

Several people were chatting enthusiastically, and the driver couldn't help but ask curiously: "Are you guys from out of town to attend the pig-slaughtering feast?"

"Beep—" Zhang Chen silently moved the phone away, discovering that this municipal procurement person was a bit arrogant; how could they just hang up while chatting?

Zhang Chen thought for a moment and understood: "Sigh, forget it then; many older people can't handle that..."

Looking at the tightly closed office door, he had no choice but to bite the bullet: "He doesn't like to carry a mobile phone."

But the two of them didn't agree at first because they were afraid that if their former owners went over, it would make Yingjun and Princess sad.

The leader persuaded them: "Go and see; Princess and Yingjun were both brought up by your own hands. Didn't you tell me before that they treat dogs very well there, and that there's a high demand for retired military dogs? You can just consider your trip there as an inspection."

He didn't finish the rest of his words, but retired military dogs were always available, and Cang'er's owner also nodded solemnly.

The two chatted late into the night, each deciding that tomorrow they must tighten their belts to attend the pig-slaughtering feast, and they had to eat their fill no matter what!

Why do people say you still have to learn more skills?

If the two of them hadn't won awards from the Photography Association, how would they have the chance to attend the pig-slaughtering feast now?

The driver was puzzled: "What big influencer?"

And the two female colleagues in the front row were puzzled: "There doesn't seem to be any local foundation at all—logically, this kind of thing should have support in the hometown! Is it that something wasn't done well somewhere?"

The two male colleagues traveling with them also sighed: "It's fine, let's just go. Their stuff sells so hotly, the pig-slaughtering feast will definitely be a treat."