Song Tan's Notes

After Xiao Yang passed on this matter, he hurriedly dragged Qiao Qiao to choose Lego.

Before making his selection, he checked the logistics status again—sigh! Is Fengfeng Express no good? It's already past 8 o'clock, why are they still picking up packages?!
He kept scrolling down the page, eager to tap and tap, as if he wanted to tap the progress through the screen.

But once a payment has been accepted, it's accepted. At this hour, Brother Zhang hasn't even gone to the city center yet.

It wasn't until Qiaoqiao asked him which one he wanted to compete for that he snapped out of his daze.

There were several Lego sets in front of him. When Mr. Liu was choosing a gift, he always preferred the expensive ones to the appropriate ones.

She didn't know which IP Qiaoqiao liked, so she brought back several of the store's best-selling and most expensive sets.

In fact, Xiao Yang has already built many of these LEGO sets at home, and he has a special room to store and display them.

But competing on your own and competing with Qiaoqiao are completely different things.

After selecting their parts, the two sat directly on the floor, unpacking and putting away the parts one by one...

After placing it, he checked the logistics progress on his phone.

Hehe! It's moving this time! It's arrived at the Yuncheng Logistics transit warehouse!
Xiao Yang happily leaned forward, and the several bags of parts he had just unpacked came tumbling together with a clatter.

“Ah…” Qiao Qiao was dumbfounded.

……

On the way to the company, Lao Yang sat in the back seat and solemnly took out his phone, also opening the logistics page.

After a moment, his brows relaxed, but he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and he swiped his fingers twice.

The driver glanced at the scene in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but sigh.
So tense? It must be a very important and big deal being discussed this time.

As he was pondering this, he suddenly heard Old Yang ask, "Where is the Fengfeng Express station near our house?"

Ok?
The driver was taken aback; he actually knew that.

Because every time I took Lao Yang to the suburban farm, we would pass by that place: "It's about 3 kilometers away from the villa area."

"Hmm." Old Yang nodded seriously, then pondered—he wondered if having the driver go directly to the station to pick up the package would be efficient enough to locate it...

Thinking about this, he became even more concerned about the matter of Yunqiao Village. When he arrived at the company, he asked his assistant, "Is Vice President Chen here?"

The other person nodded: "Yes."

I was just listening to his project team members yelling in the work group, urging him to hurry up with the progress, because the boss wants to check...

Chen Xiangyi, the deputy general manager, is 37 years old this year and serves as a senior executive in the group. He is considered a promising young man.

However, being so young and capable while managing such a large operation must have put him under considerable pressure.

Although he is still young, his face has become inexplicably weathered, and his hair is thinning.

But he was quite particular; before going to the office, he adjusted the wig on his head in front of the mirror before asking:

"Did Chairman Yang call me to say what it was about?"

The assistant shook his head: "I don't know, but judging from Chairman Yang's good mood, it can't be a bad thing."

After Vice President Chen sat down in his office, he saw Chairman Yang pondering for a moment:
"There might be an assignment coming up soon—if we need to send you to live in a village for a while, are your current projects still available?"

Huh? Vice President Chen was taken aback.

Being sent to a village... it doesn't sound like the conditions are very good.

But with online work so readily available these days, it's not really inconvenient. Besides, their group's business is inextricably linked to land; they've stayed in much more rudimentary farm dormitories before, so staying in a village for a while wouldn't be a problem. He perked up: "Do we have new business to expand into?"

this……

Old Yang thought about it and wondered, how could cooperating with Yunqiao Village on planning not be considered a new business?

"I suppose so," he mumbled.

"We'll wait for the officials there to contact us about cooperation, and then we'll confirm the specific details of the project."

Official collaboration!

Vice President Chen raised his eyebrows, full of anticipation: "Then I'll be waiting!"

Old Yang laid out all the groundwork, but in order to ensure the relationship was properly established, he deliberately didn't hand over the contact information for this matter.

Sure enough, not long after, he received a call from Secretary Zhu.

It's a pity he doesn't have Vice President Chen's ability. Otherwise, he would have had such a legitimate opportunity to stay in Yunqiao Village for a while. Everyone is so familiar with each other now. It would be fine to eat at Old Song's house for every meal.
It was also Vice President Chen who happened to be there.

Thinking of this, after hanging up the phone, he refreshed the logistics page again, and then frowned deeply once more:

Is Fengfeng Express in this small city unreliable? It's been at the transit station for ages, why hasn't it been dispatched yet?!

……

In this small city, Fengfeng Express is burdened with undue pressure, while Party Secretary Zhu is lost in thought in Song Tan's courtyard:

"That General Manager Yang spoke quite concisely and efficiently. But for this kind of cooperation between the group and the village, I need to find out if there are any precedents, how to apply for this cooperation project, and how to arrange the funds..."

Putting everything else aside, since the vice president of the company came to plan the mountain village to show his sincerity, they should at least book a room in a guesthouse in Luchuan, right?
Also, she doesn't even dare to think about the food at Old Song's house, but she needs to be given a spot at the canteen on the mountain!

Looking at Song Tan with envy, it's definitely more enjoyable to have a one-man show; you can plan things however you want. But then again, a one-man show can't give her the sense of accomplishment she has now!
Thinking about all these complicated matters, even the melons in Secretary Zhu's hands...

Okay, it's still as sweet and refreshing as ever.

She carefully ate the melon in a few bites, then threw the rind into the bowl.
"I'll go and submit a report to apply for some funding first—by the way, now that they're here, could I invite them over for a meal?"

Song Tan laughed: "Okay!"

Xiao Yang specially found the group's promotional video to send to Secretary Zhu. They're both in agriculture, but Xiao Yang's land planning is truly outstanding!

She can't easily move the fruit trees on the mountain, but she might have a better plan for how to manage the vegetables and such.

Of course, paying money is absolutely out of the question. It's such a small space, and it's not worth spending that money to move around.

But what if the other person offered to eat a few more bites of food just for this...?

In other words, since it was arranged by Lao Yang through personal connections, even if he didn't mention it, shouldn't we at least treat him to a meal or two?
Oops!

Song Tan sighed when he thought of this:
"I've become mercenary!"

Back when I was cultivating, I lived on air and dew, but I never imagined that I would have to coax someone to give me a meal now.

Lu Chuan carefully washed the flowers beside him. The fragrant gardenia scent was so overpowering that he sneezed twice and had to put on a mask afterward.

Hearing this, she looked up at Song Tan. Her face was obscured by the mask, but her eyes and brows conveyed a sense of ease and joy.
"Being worldly-wise is great. My mom always says I'm not down-to-earth enough, like a fake person..."

These two complement each other perfectly, making even something as simple as picking flowers something they look forward to – that's what makes them a good match. (End of Chapter)