Chapter 1190

The wailing sound outside was so loud that Grandma Seven was a bit unhappy:

"The New Year hasn't passed yet; why don't beggars say a few festive words, but start crying as soon as they come up."

Aunt Lianhua was quite disdainful: "These beggars are all organized; don't give them anything later, just say you don't have small change."

Grandpa Seven, however, was well-informed: "Wait a minute, if you say that, he'll take out a QR code and ask you to scan it; his phone might be even more high-end than yours."

The three of them muttered and decided to pretend there was no one at home. Otherwise, if that beggar refused to leave later, they would have to listen to this crying and still have to give money; how frustrating that would be!

However, just as they had finished discussing, they heard someone at the door ask:

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

It was exactly Zhang Yanping's voice.

Grandpa Seven sighed: Yanping is soft-hearted; I guess this money will still have to be given.

And in the courtyard, Chef Bai's voice choked, and his emotions were a bit hard to pull together.

Zhang Yanping sized him up—he's dressed okay. But why start crying as soon as he comes up? Looking for collaboration isn't this kind of collaboration method either, right?

He frowned, sizing this person up with increasing suspicion.

And the other party subconsciously shrank back, snot and tears half-falling, the whole person becoming cautious. After a long while, he said in a low voice:

"I..."

Tsk! How come a grown man is so dawdling?

Zhang Yanping was a bit impatient; the pigs had just eaten so heartily that it made him hungry, and at this moment he asked again:

"Hmm? What's the matter?"

The man opposite shrank back carefully again, silently retreating half a step:

"I'm just here to... cough... come to..."

Chef Bai's voice became lower and lower, until he finally couldn't continue speaking.

Because a fierce, dark, and sturdy man was standing opposite him.

His face was taut, and when he looked over with a sideways glance, it seemed as if he could lift a fist the size of a sand bowl and pound him at any time.

With his old arms and legs, if the other party really hit him, wouldn't it be like pounding garlic? And if he were beaten, in this remote mountain village, whether he could get out safely would be another matter!

And the other party's expression when speaking was also very fierce; he didn't look like a good person at all!

His face turned pale.

Zhang Yanping sized him up; he reacted a bit at this moment, and hurriedly tugged at his jacket. He said as gently as he could:

"Don't worry, I won't hit you. Speak, what are you here for?"

He's starting to threaten people!

He really seems like he's going to hit me!

Chef Bai was really a bit panicked; at this moment, he subconsciously took out his phone, wanting to find someone to bolster his courage, but after flipping through it, except for the driver who just carried him, there was no one else in the call history!

But he had finally come to this mountain village, traveling thousands of miles; he couldn't return empty-handed, right?

At this moment, Chef Bai was both afraid and bracing himself, but he was still a bit scared in his heart, and couldn't speak for a while.

This attitude made Zhang Yanping very angry.

He had already acted so gently; what's wrong with the person opposite? Other bosses who came over didn't act like this at the beginning!

So he raised his eyebrows: "What exactly are you doing?"

Chef Bai visibly shuddered all over; at this moment, he took a deep breath, just about to speak, when he heard the sound of talking and laughing coming from the road on one side.

He turned his head to look and saw a large group of people winding over from the bamboo forest, each holding hoes, shovels, and rakes, also staring over with tense expressions.

Looking at Zhang Yanping again...

Chef Bai gasped, finally summoned the courage to avoid Zhang Yanping's gaze, and then made a phone call:

"Hello... wrong place, you, you, you, you hurry up and drive further forward along the place where I got off; I'm still taking the car back..."

The driver who had just run to the county road responded blankly, thinking, could it be that 400 yuan really isn't expensive? Didn't I hear from peers that chartering a car here is two hundred yuan?

But money is money; he turned the steering wheel and quickly returned.

And Grandpa Seven came out of the courtyard slowly, looking at everyone piled up at the door, unable to help but be puzzled:

"What are you doing?"

"Oh," Zhang Yanping came back to his senses: "Hungry, preparing to eat, and saw a strange person standing at the door... asked him for a long time and he didn't speak, acting like a thief."

"A beggar, right?"

Grandpa Seven laughed happily, looking at the figure running in small steps on the road in the distance—a bit fat, not running fast, and panting; it's only been a few steps, right? This physique isn't even as robust as his!

"But Yanping, you can't blame others; you look fierce yourself; whoever looks at you has to be stunned for a while."

They were originally worried that Yanping would be soft-hearted and give money, but after listening for a long time and hearing no movement, they knew he must have scared the other party again.

Sigh, this child was like a steamed bun when he first came, and now he has become a hard black-faced cornmeal bun—

Who can I reason with about this? Those who don't know would think he's been working so hard in the countryside.

Once Grandpa Seven said this, the fellow villagers at the door also spoke up one after another:

"Exactly! We were preparing to put these shovels back, and seeing Zhang Yanping standing at the door like he was going to hit someone, we were so scared we didn't dare to make a sound."

"That person just now was sneaky; what is he trying to do? Don't tell me he's here to scout the place."

"Sigh, look at Yanping scaring him away as soon as he came back; you know this person is a coward—the hoe is placed here; we'll bring it along on the way if we need to use it in the afternoon."

Everyone said goodbye in twos and threes, and at this moment, touching their full stomachs, they swayed and went home.

Zhang Yanping entered the courtyard with a dark face, and sighed at this moment: "If I go out now, I'm afraid I'll have to have my ID checked several times along the way."

"Isn't that quite good?" Aunt Lianhua laughed: "In the future, people will only treat you politely; how safe that is. Our family saves so much worry with you here..."

"Haven't you noticed? There are also lazy people in our village who slack off. You stand over there, and they work faster."

"Oh, by the way, you can't stand at the front desk when your homestay opens; you let Teacher Xin go; he looks fair and gentle..."

Zhang Yanping:...

And at this moment, Boss Chang also received a message.

"What? That guy surnamed Bai ran to Yunqiao Village?"

"Hmm, he invested his house in the restaurant, and now he's lost everything; he's old and doesn't have much money... You know his reputation, and work isn't that easy to find; I don't know how, but he tried every possible way to find out about Yunqiao Village..."

"That's fine then; anyway, the old Song family's things won't be sold to him."

Boss Chang still has this bit of confidence.

But...

"You should still be vigilant; I see him high-spirited and full of confidence; maybe he really has some trump card..."

The chef in the shop got the news and told him about this; Boss Chang said he didn't care, but actually he cared to death in his heart.

After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly called Song Tan.

"Boss Song..."

Song Tan was tearing tape with a crackling sound; at this moment, she took out her phone and was still a bit puzzled: "I told you the spinach is gone; you wait another month... 20 days will do!"

Next, they are going to plant some fast-growing vegetables on a large area of land, such as baby bok choy, spring spinach, lettuce, etc.; these vegetables grow fast originally, so they really can't wait for a few days.

Boss Chang hurriedly explained: "It's not about buying vegetables; it's our competitor opposite, the Youran Ecological Base; the chef who left before said he found the village."

Huh?

Song Tan was stunned: "It's useless even if he finds it; didn't I agree to sell the vegetables to you?"

Boss Chang, who is generous and open-minded, actually isn't someone you can meet just anywhere.

Boss Chang laughed proudly and confidently on the other end of the phone—just say it, he really has a lot of personal charm!

At this moment, he hurriedly said: "I know, I know, our cooperation has always been very pleasant. It's mainly to give you a reminder, fearing he might go over and do something bad..."

"That's fine then."

Speaking of doing bad things, Song Tan was even more confident: "I added security this year; more than 20 people patrol back and forth, and their work is full every day."

For example, right now, more than a dozen people are still shoveling spinach in the fields!

Boss Chang also completely set his heart at ease, urging repeatedly: "Tea mountain! You must send more people to patrol the tea mountain!"

"The orchard too! If not, don't sell to those two surnamed Qian and Wang this year; they aren't generous with money... sell them all to me!"

"Vegetable fields, vegetable fields can't be taken lightly either. How high is the return rate of planting vegetables! And you can plant them crop after crop..."

Song Tan:...

The old Song family gave him the nickname Boss Chang, and they really didn't call it wrong.

After hanging up the phone, Song Tan didn't take this matter to heart at all, until she went back to eat, and Zhang Yanping was holding his bowl, unhappy:

"You say the homestay is opening; can I really not guard it there?"

They have already started laying the foundation, and he and Xin Jun don't know how many times they have discussed it; he still has quite a lot of feelings for his first venture.

Qiaoqiao also asked curiously: "Why not? Although Brother Yanping looks fierce, he isn't fierce at all in reality!"

Xin Jun laughed in a muffled voice: "Probably because the guests staying at the hotel don't want to spend more time understanding his inner beauty."

Qiaoqiao thought that was true: "When I went to the seaside for a trip before, the sister at the front desk was very good to me, but I didn't understand her much either..."

Song Tan thought for a moment and also said: "Not necessarily; what if you market some kind of 【The Most Secure Homestay】, and put his face on the promotional picture; maybe it can really attract people."

Speaking of this, Grandpa Seven laughed: "Don't say, Yanping's face is really something! Someone came to the door at noon, and I don't know what they were doing; they were scared away by Yanping's face before they even entered the door."

Zhang Yanping was even more innocent: "I just asked him what he was here for, and who he was? He stammered for a long time and couldn't speak, and finally ran away in a puff of smoke..."

"Compared to him, who exactly doesn't look like a good person?"

Eh?

Song Tan remembered Boss Chang's phone call.

"Maybe he really was here to talk about collaboration; Boss Chang called and said a chef from his competitor came over."

She said it casually, but Until Wu Lan and Song Sancheng became nervous: "I feel Boss Chang is quite good, and he's generous. If his competitor came over and you sold to him, how unauthentic that would be! He gives a high price, which counts as a unique one."

"I didn't intend to sell." Song Tan was just a bit curious: "Boss Chang said the other party was quite confident; I was thinking if there was some particularly high price..."

Once this was said, everyone pondered.

"It might be that the person scared away at noon really was... but Boss Chang didn't look like that when he came to see our Yanping!"

When Song Sancheng said this, he clearly had forgotten that Boss Chang also brought two tall and sturdy assistants when he came.

At this moment, he was very disdainful: "If he doesn't even have this bit of courage, is he really guilty? Eight out of ten, he isn't here to talk about collaboration sincerely, but wants to come to our fields to cause destruction."

Song Sancheng was very cautious: "Look at those TV dramas, causing destruction in the business world, that what, that idiom... intrigue and deceit, they are all like this."

That's not impossible.

Song Tan thought of the more than 20 security guards her family hired, and felt happy again.

"As expected of me, I have too much foresight."

Grandpa Seven was eating silently, and at this moment was a bit angry:

"Not collaborating is correct; this person doesn't look festive, and doesn't match our family."

He held his bowl and took a sip of soup, commenting: "Who comes to talk about collaboration empty-handed during the New Year? Before entering the door, he wailed first."

"I thought it was a beggar."

Qiaoqiao was a bit regretful: "I didn't see it! What was he crying and shouting about?"

Grandpa Seven shook his head: "I don't know; I was busy smashing garlic and only heard a cry."

That is indeed too unlucky; no wonder his business can't compare to Boss Chang's.

Everyone continued to eat and soon threw this matter to the back of their minds.

And here, Chef Bai, sitting in the car, had a gloomy expression and was gnashing his teeth.

Damn it!

Just a supplier, and they actually act so strictly! A whole village has developed such a group of people... fortunately, he didn't call Master Song, otherwise, if the other party got angry, he would have to be beaten first!

But...

At least he was raised by Master Song's side since he was a child, although his parents acted too ruthlessly back then, blocking the door and scolding...

But for so many years, he took the old couple to the city and didn't have any more contact.

After a long time, Master Song must be too old to walk; if he goes to cry and beg again... grinding slowly, there should be some feelings left.

Thinking of this, Chef Bai then let out a long sigh of relief.

It's just...

He stared at the driver: "The chartering mentioned before should be the price for a round trip, right?"

This driver isn't happy!

"That won't do; I was almost there and you called me back; I stepped on the accelerator all the way..."

"Are you ripping off customers? I can complain if I go back!" Chef Bai wasn't happy either; he didn't succeed today, and felt his own financial constraints even more.

Going back, he still has to find a way to borrow money to fill the hole at home first, and can never not take 400 yuan seriously again.

However, mentioning complaints, the driver was even angrier:

"You complain! You complain! The garbage company doesn't do anything and still collects more than 100 in commission from us every month..."

He scolded very fiercely!

Chef Bai instantly became nervous again. Now the steering wheel is in the other party's hands, and he doesn't dare to stimulate the other party at all.

After scolding for a long while, the driver hummed and hawed:

"Forget it, let's count this trip as 200..."