This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Lin Feng turned to the others: "Does anyone else have any other ideas?"

Old Zhou suggested "half a day of leisure," and Xiao Lin suggested "10:15," but both suggestions were rejected.

Lin Feng asked the seven people to vote on three options: "Manyu", "The Nameless Coffee Shop", and "Rose Wharf".

In the end, "Rose Wharf" won by four votes.

Su Wan's lips curled up, and a hint of smugness, which she couldn't hide, overflowed from the corners of her eyes and brows.

Lin Feng turned his head to look at her, and added with a smile:

"It has to be Teacher Su. She is very knowledgeable, and even when she comes up with a name, she is much better than us."

Su Wan blushed slightly at his praise, but did not refute it. She simply tightened her grip on his arm.

"Now that the store name is decided, we can start the renovation."

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at Old Zhou beside him.

"You should contact a reliable renovation company later and ask them to come to your home as soon as possible to conduct a site survey and produce a complete set of renovation renderings and construction plans."

"Understood, I'll get in touch right away," Old Zhou replied immediately.

Su Wan suggested with a smile, "We've successfully finalized the shop and name today, which is a crucial first step. How about we ask Boss Lin to make a few coconut lattes to treat everyone?"

Everyone clapped: "Yay!"

Lin Feng had the same idea, so he took out the device from his personal space and began to operate it skillfully.

The rich aroma of roasted coffee mixed with the sweet scent of coconut permeates the air, instantly filling the entire shop.

In just 10 minutes, seven perfectly presented coconut lattes were neatly arranged, their milky white base layered with light brown accents, a sight that brought joy to the eye.

Several people walked out of the store with their cups in their hands, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, and stood in a row facing the sea not far away.

The setting sun turned the entire sea orange-red, the shadows of rose vines stretched long across the ground, and the wind blew from the sea, carrying the scent of salt and algae.

Ah Que raised her glass towards the sea: "Come, let's toast to our Rose Wharf!"

"Respect for Rose Wharf!"

Seven cups clinked together in the twilight, the aroma of coconut milk and coffee carried away by the sea breeze.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing a beige linen shirt turned from the seaside path.

He had a book tucked under his arm and wore silver-rimmed glasses, clearly indicating he was out for a walk.

As he passed the shop, he suddenly slowed down, his nostrils twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look in this direction several times.

"Excuse me," he stopped a few steps away, his gaze falling on the cups in their hands, "What kind of coffee are you drinking...? It tastes so unique."

Ah Que immediately chimed in, "This is called a Coconut Latte! It's our exclusive blend from Rose Wharf, with the perfect ratio of coconut milk and coffee. You can't find this taste anywhere else!"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he took two steps forward:

"I've been drinking coffee for over twenty years, and I've never smelled such a clear blend of coconut and coffee aromas."

"Is your shop open yet? Can I try a drink?"

Ah Que had just said, "It's not open yet," when Lin Feng interrupted her, saying, "It's alright, it's fate that we've met. Please wait a minute."

He turned and went into the shop, moving even faster than before—grinding beans, extracting, shaking the pot, pouring into the cup, all in one smooth motion.

In less than a minute and a half, a coconut latte was served.

"please."

The middle-aged man took it with both hands and examined it carefully for several seconds.

The gradient of the marble pattern, from dark brown at the bottom to milky white at the top, transitions seamlessly.

He leaned closer to smell it, then carefully took a sip.

For a moment, his expression froze.

"This..." He looked down at the slightly swirling liquid in the cup, his voice trembling, "This is absolutely the best coffee I've ever had, bar none!"

"I've had espresso from seven different roasteries in Bone Harbor, hand-drip Obsidian Geisha in Misty Street, and peat coffee brewed in an iron kettle by locals in Ash Swamp—but none of them can compare to this."

He excitedly looked up: "How much is this cup? I'll pay now."

The group looked at each other, momentarily stunned.

The shop had just been finalized, the renovation plan hadn't been finalized yet, and everyone hadn't even had time to discuss the pricing of the drinks.

Old Zhou leaned close to Lin Feng's ear and whispered, "A regular latte costs 38 ghost coins on the market, and those trendy shops sell cold brew for 45. Our coconut latte, with its flavor, should easily cost 50 or more, right?"

Lin Feng hesitated for two seconds, then said to the middle-aged man, "36 Ghost Coins."

"36?!" The middle-aged man nearly spilled his drink in surprise. "That's such a cheap price! Are you sure?"

"Agreed." Lin Feng nodded. "We've just opened, so let's let more people have a drink first."

The middle-aged man immediately took out his wallet, pulled out a fifty-yuan note, and handed it over.

"Keep the change, consider the rest a small gift to show your support!"

"By the way, when do you officially open for business?"

"The renovation and equipment setup will take at least two months," Lin Feng said calmly as he took the money.

"Two months?!" The middle-aged man's smile vanished instantly, and his voice rose eight octaves.

"This is tantamount to killing me!"

"Please—could we set up a temporary stall at the entrance during the renovation period?"

"Even if I only sell it for two hours a day, I'll still go! I'll die without this coffee!"

Su Wan hesitated for a moment: "This... if we're just setting up a stall for you alone, the manpower and resources..."

"It's not just about me!" the middle-aged man exclaimed anxiously. "I work in the Harbour Building. Our company is in that gray building over there. The entire marketing department has 97 people!"

"I'll go back and persuade them, I guarantee people will come to buy every day!"

"If you're willing, I can place the company's group-buying order first!"

The group exchanged glances—

Even if only half of the 97 people drink one cup a day, that's still a fixed sales volume of nearly fifty cups.

For a store that hasn't even opened yet, this is like a windfall.

Su Wan bit her lip and nodded decisively: "Okay, we agree."

"We'll be setting up our stall here starting at 3 PM tomorrow, so don't stand us up."

The middle-aged man quickly took out his leather armor, pulled out a light gray card from it, and handed it over:

"By the way, I am Zheng Yuanshan, the marketing director of the Bone Tower."

"This is my business card with my phone number on it. You can contact me anytime."

Su Wan took it and looked at it—the card was thick and solid, with dark patterns pressed into the corners, and the front was printed with [Zheng Yuanshan, Marketing Director of Skeleton Tower Group].

After handing over his business card, Zheng Yuanshan hesitated slightly, then took off the watch from his left wrist and shoved it into Su Wan's hand.

"You can keep this as collateral. If I don't come tomorrow, this form is yours."

It was a mechanical watch with a silver-gray metal case and a dark black dial. Twelve tiny, sapphire-blue gemstones were set in the hour markers, gleaming coldly in the twilight.

The watch strap is made of some kind of dark exotic hide, with a fine and even texture, and the stitching on the edges is so neat that it looks like it has been measured with a ruler.

Old Zhou leaned over for a peek, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he whispered in Lin Feng's ear:

"Brother Feng, this is 'Night Abyss'... a high-end model from the Silver Abyss series. A brand new one is worth at least 18 Ghost Coins."

Su Wan looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes questioning.

Lin Feng reached out and took the watch from Su Wan's palm, then handed it directly to Zheng Yuanshan:

"Director Zheng, there's no need to stake something so valuable. I trust you!"