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Investment promotion efforts are also underway.

Ouyang Qian's business team was divided into three groups, respectively connecting with local distributors, brands from other regions, and agents in provincial capitals. The first deal was with BYD—Lin Feng made a phone call to Lu Jianguo, and the next day, the sales manager of BYD's Hehai region came to Shuke to sign a letter of intent, reserving a prime 300-square-meter booth in the very center of Hall A, directly opposite the LED screen at the entrance.

"President Lin, we've been eyeing this position for a long time." After signing the document, the person in charge put the pen on the table and said with a smile, "President Lu called personally, so we dare not take it lightly."

Lin Feng smiled but didn't reply.

Local dealers of NIO and XPeng have also signed letters of intent.

The negotiations for the ideal authorized store lasted about a week, with several rounds of back and forth on price and location. The other party insisted on the rent for a single booth and refused to budge. Ouyang Qian personally went to their Hohai office to discuss the matter.

That day, she wore a black fitted dress, a light gray lightweight trench coat, and pointed high heels. She walked in carrying a black briefcase, and her presence stunned the receptionist.

After talking for nearly two hours, she sent Raymond Lam a message when she came out: "I've given in, we'll sign tomorrow."

The other party indeed signed the letter of intent the next day.

On the online promotion side, Xu Momo's account gained 500,000 followers in the past two weeks. Her team arranged for her to do one or two live broadcasts at the construction site every week. The content was not a rigid construction site report, but rather approached the topic from the perspective of "visiting the construction site of the largest new energy vehicle city in Jiangbei".

Wearing overalls and a hard hat, he walked through the showroom under renovation with a camera, interviewed construction workers, and occasionally pulled Ouyang Qian into the frame to say a few words about the project plan.

This kind of highly realistic live content is more effective at attracting viewers than heavily edited short videos. Several live stream replays have garnered over 500,000 views, and many people in the comments section are asking when the store will open and which brands will be available for purchase.

Brands from other regions have also noticed these promotions.

Two channel managers from new energy vehicle companies in Guangzhou contacted Shuke. One company makes electric pickup trucks, and the other makes urban micro-commuter vehicles. Both wanted to find a centralized platform for showcasing their products in Jiangbei Province.

Ouyang Qian organized their information and sent it to Lin Feng for review.

After reviewing the information, Lin Feng said, "Mini-sized mobility scooters can be introduced. We'll wait and see about pickup trucks for now, and then evaluate them after the business opens."

"That's what I think too." Ouyang Qian stood in front of his desk, holding a stack of folders to her chest. "The market acceptance of pickup trucks in Jiangbei is still unclear, so there's no rush to roll them out."

In less than half a month, the brand booths in the exhibition hall were basically fully booked.

All eight prime booths in Zones A and B on the first floor have signed letters of intent, and only one of the four secondary booths on the second floor is still negotiating the price with a new energy sub-brand of a traditional car company.

The low-end brand area in the outer plaza is also gradually attracting tenants. Several dealers of domestic new energy brands have already visited the site and are quite satisfied with the planning and location of the steel structure showroom.

Lin Feng has been busy during this time as well.

Aside from checking on the construction progress every two days, he spent most of his time on another matter: spending time with Shen Wanyu and Shen Qianqian.

Shen Wanyu dragged Lin Feng to the mall and they tried on seven or eight dresses. Every time she changed into one, she would peek out from the fitting room and ask, "Brother, do you think this one looks good?" In the end, they bought two dresses and then dragged him out for hot pot.

After finishing their hotpot, she said she wanted to go see a movie. Raymond Lam agreed, but then she suddenly changed her mind and said she didn't want to see a movie anymore and wanted to take a walk along the river. Raymond Lam was pulled along by her without saying anything.

We also need to take care of Shen Qianqian's side.

She was quieter than Shen Wanyu, but just as clingy. She liked to walk arm in arm with Lin Feng, leaning against him, occasionally glancing up at him with a smile.

The two of them could easily while away a whole day by having a meal or going shopping together. Once, she saw a bracelet she liked in a shopping mall and stood in front of the counter for a long time without saying she wanted it. Lin Feng simply asked the sales assistant to wrap it up for her.

Ye Qinghan has been extremely busy lately. The provincial party committee is pushing for a special research project, and she has been traveling to five or six prefecture-level cities with it.

The two of them only managed to squeeze in one dinner in between.

That day she wore a dark blue silk shirt with black trousers, her hair was untied and loose over her shoulders, and she wore a pair of small pearl earrings on her earlobes, exuding an intellectual and gentle beauty.

During the meal, she kept talking about the research, speaking quickly and in rapid succession. Only after she finished did she realize that she had been talking about work, and she stopped somewhat embarrassedly, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

Lin Feng said, "It's okay, please continue."

After dinner, in the parking lot, I suddenly tiptoed and kissed him, my soft lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. Then I took a half step back and looked up at him slightly.

"It'll be fine once the research is over." She spoke softly, then turned and hurriedly got into the car, its taillights disappearing into the night.

With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, Lin Feng instructed the administration department to issue a notice that there would be a three-day holiday, and project teams that needed to work overtime would be paid at triple the normal rate.

A number of workers remained at the new energy project site to continue construction, and Ouyang Qian arranged a shift schedule to ensure that work continued during the holiday.

Two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Feng took Shen Qianqian to her maternal grandfather's house.

The old man was hospitalized for a cold a while ago and stayed in the hospital for nearly two weeks. He was discharged a couple of days ago and his spirits have recovered quite well. However, he has lost even more weight than before, and his cheekbones are protruding.

The other person was wearing a gray-blue Zhongshan suit and sitting in a rattan chair in the living room. The collar was neatly buttoned and the loose threads on the cuffs were trimmed cleanly. When Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian entered, he stood up, supporting himself on the armrest. There were still bluish-purple bruises on the back of his hands from the IV drip.

Shen Qianqian quickly ran over to help him, her ponytail swaying over her shoulder. She was wearing a beige knit sweater and light-colored jeans. Squatting beside the wicker chair, she held the old man's hand and looked up at him: "Grandpa, don't move, sit down. How are you feeling? Still coughing?"

"I'm not coughing anymore, but my legs are still a little weak." The old man patted the back of her hand, then looked up at Lin Feng, a hint of a smile in his cloudy eyes. "Little Lin is here too, sit down, sit down."

Lin Feng placed the fruit and health supplements he had brought next to the coffee table and sat down on the fabric sofa opposite the old man. Ye Qinghan poked her head out from the kitchen and greeted him, wearing an apron and holding a spatula: "I made braised pork ribs and stewed mutton for lunch. You'll be waiting to eat."

Shen Qianqian ran to the kitchen to help, leaving only Lin Feng and the old man in the living room.

The old man asked Lin Feng to play chess with him.

The chessboard was an old-fashioned wooden folding chessboard, with its four corners polished to a shine. The chess pieces were made of stone, and the black and white pieces were stored in two gray cloth bags.

The old man's playing style was very steady; he didn't play quickly, but every move was methodical. In the opening, he liked to occupy the edges and corners, and in the middle game, he preferred to surround rather than kill. Lin Feng's skill wasn't particularly strong, but he could still hold his own for a few moves. The two played back and forth for nearly an hour, and in the end, the old man won by one and a half points.

"Your chess skills have improved compared to before," the old man said as he put away the chess pieces. His fingers trembled slightly but his movements were still steady as he picked up the white pieces one by one and put them back into the cloth bag. "When you played against me before, you would collapse in the middle game."

"Grandpa, you're being too lenient with me." Lin Feng helped collect the black stones, which made a crisp clinking sound as they fell into the cloth bag.

"I didn't let you win." The old man tightened the opening of the cloth bag, placed it next to the chessboard, and leaned back in his rattan chair, which creaked softly. "Your defense is tighter than before, but your offense is still too conservative."

He turned his head to look at Lin Feng, his cloudy but still sharp eyes scrutinizing him for two seconds.

"It's the same with doing business. Sometimes you have to take risks; you can't make big money by playing it safe."

Lin Feng smiled and placed the black cloth bag next to the white one: "You're right."

The family sat in the living room watching TV in the evening.

The TV was showing a Mid-Autumn Festival special program, and several singers in cheongsams were singing a folk song about the moon. Their soft voices drifted into the living room.

Shen Qianqian sat cross-legged on the far left of the sofa, holding a cushion in her hands and resting her chin on it. Ye Qinghan sat in the middle of the sofa near the old man's rattan chair, chatting with him sideways. Lin Feng occupied the single seat on the right side of the sofa, his arm resting on the armrest, half-reclined and dozing off.

The living room was lit with warm yellow light. On the coffee table were sliced ​​mooncakes and washed grapes. The mooncakes were lotus seed paste with double yolks, cut into eight small pieces, and a fruit knife was placed next to them.