Chapter 197 A call for a stepmother makes the world wide

  On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Wuan Mountain Temple Fair was held.

  The crowds of people setting up stalls and having fun occupied half of the mountain, and the open space at the foot of the mountain was filled with all kinds of private cars. The

  New Year atmosphere was getting stronger at this time, and the festive red was everywhere.

  Together with the white snow that fell a few days ago, the mountains and the hills were all red and white, which was really beautiful.

  Yang Jianguo specially applied for a stall at this temple fair and put up the Yangji signboard in order to cater to Jiang Qin's concept and make the brand influence quickly popular in Jeju. You know, the

  temple fair has a large flow of customers, which is equivalent to an exhibition or a food festival. Not only Jeju, but even people from nearby cities will come to join in the fun. If you

  want to attract new customers and then come to the forefront of the public's vision, it is a key step to go to places with a large flow of people to show your presence.

  But Yang Jianguo is now a small boss and is currently preparing to open the fifth branch. He has no time to manage the temple fair, so this matter naturally falls on the shoulders of Yang Shuan, the mutton soup master.

  "Dad, I don't want to go. I will definitely meet a lot of old classmates at the temple fair."

  Yang Shuan looked reluctant.

  "What's wrong? Is selling mutton soup embarrassing for you? I, your father, raised you with bowls of mutton soup. Don't be ungrateful!"

  Yang Jianguo turned around and glared at him.

  "I'm not embarrassed, I just don't want to say hello, but I can't pretend not to see someone I know, it's very embarrassing."

  Yang Jianguo slapped him on the head: "Stinky boy, this is our own business, if you don't worry about it, who will? I tell you, don't be mad when you go, listen to your uncle, and do whatever you are asked to do."

  Yang Shuan's eyes widened instantly: "Ah? My uncle is going too?"

  "Of course, it was his idea to participate in the temple fair, you just need to follow your uncle and learn well."

  Yang Shuan didn't know why, but after hearing this, his spine suddenly straightened up. He always felt that once this matter was related to Jiang Qin, it immediately became more noble. It's

  like selling mutton soup by yourself is called working, and selling mutton soup with Jiang Qin is called business.

  Let's not talk about anything else, for example, in the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, Jiang Qin took Guo Zihang to sell lunch boxes, and was laughed at by the class for half a month, but now it has become a good story, often mentioned by people, and they also call Jiang Qin awesome.

  Yes, I, Yang Shuan, followed my uncle to do business!

  After figuring this out, Yang Shuan no longer hesitated, packed up his things and got into his father's car.

  At the same time, Jiang Qin also got up early in the morning, washed up, changed his clothes, and planned to go out.

  He has become accustomed to the rhythm of doing business, and he can't stay idle even on holidays.

  Last night, he just listened to Wei Lanlan's work report, participated in Dong Wenhao's post-New Year topic selection, and discussed the optimization direction of the later stage with Sunai. Today he is going to the temple fair again, and his life is so fulfilling.

  "Mom, I won't go to the library. I'm going to Wu'an Mountain to attend the temple fair today."

  "Go, go, have fun, and go home after having fun!" Yuan Youqin urged.

  Jiang Qin felt the deep maternal love, nodded and went out, then drove to pick up the little rich woman, and then went to the intersection in front to pick up Guo Zihang.

  Old Guo has been idle at home for the past few days, and because of the one-stop service, he was late for home and was not welcome. As soon as he received Jiang Qin's call, he immediately came with a hum.

  "Godfather, classmate Feng, good morning."

  "Old Guo, fasten your seat belts. We are going to Wu'an Mountain today to help Yang Shuan's mutton soup stall."

  Jiang Qin instructed, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the two of them along a bumpy road until they finally arrived at the foot of Wu'an Mountain.

  It was still morning, and the large soup bucket was billowing with white mist. Several people were already sitting in front of Yang Shuan's stall, drinking hot mutton soup to resist the winter cold.

  Next to it, a large PVC board was standing, with the locations of the various branches of the mutton soup restaurant written on it, which looked very eye-catching.

  Jiang Qin parked the car at the foot of the mountain, took the little rich woman's hand, and called Guo Zihang. The three of them walked up the mountain and finally arrived at Yang Shuan's stall.

  "Uncle, you are here?"

  "Hey, my aunt is here too? Welcome, welcome!"

  Yang Shuan immediately brought a stool and handed it over, as enthusiastic as a lackey.

  Jiang Qin frowned, thinking that this guy was addicted to red envelopes. Damn, he always forced people to match up like this, calling them uncle and aunt. You have already missed the big red envelope from your uncle, don't you understand? "Stand

  here for a while, I'll go to the next door to take a look."

  Jiang Qin glanced to the side, turned around and walked to the next stall. After handing over a cigarette, he started chatting with the stall owner. The

  temple fair at Wu'an Mountain started the day before yesterday and lasted for five days. They were considered to be late. The stall owners who had already set up stalls would have a lot of experience. A cigarette was not worth much, so it would be good to get some information first.

  At the same time, Guo Zihang pulled Yang Shuan aside and said in a low voice: "Old Yang, didn't you have any psychological burden just now?"

  "What psychological burden?" Yang Shuan was confused.

  "It's ok for me to call Jiang Qin godfather, but I feel a little uncomfortable calling Feng classmate godmother. How come you are so natural?"

  Yang Shuan patted Guo Zihang on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Old Guo, don't have so much idol baggage. Call me that once. There will be a red envelope. It will be very nice." "

  ..."   

  Guo Zihang took a deep breath, hesitated for a long time and made a major decision.

  Jiang Qin had finished chatting with the big brother selling beef noodles next door, and asked about the peak time for customers. When he came back, Feng Nanshu had already taken out his wallet and handed Guo Zihang a brand new Mao Zedong note. "?" Jiang Qin looked at them in

  confusion

  , thinking what the hell was going on?

  After a long while, the sun slowly rose from the back of the mountain, the morning light was scattered all over the ground, the temperature gradually began to rise, and the number of people coming to the temple fair began to increase in waves.

  Just as Yang Shuan said, there were indeed many old classmates who came to the temple fair, those who had friendships, those who could be called by name, and those who could not be called by name but recognized their faces, one after another appeared in the crowd.

  After all, it was winter vacation, and college students had been away from home for half a year, and had seen the world outside. After returning home, they were very idle. Such occasions where it was easy to meet old classmates were definitely to be attended. Combing your hair like an adult, wearing a

  handsome outfit, and chatting happily with old classmates for a long time, wouldn't that be beautiful?

  In fact, many people come here with the mentality of being seduce, wanting to pretend to be round and comfortable.

  But whenever someone walks to the stall of Yang's mutton soup restaurant and sees Feng Nanshu standing obediently in the cold moonlight, with his eyes always following Jiang Qin, they can't help but shout "Fuck", and can't help but tilt their heads back, and suddenly they feel that they are being sedated.

  "Am I seeing things wrong, Feng Nanshu?"

  "You're not seeing things wrong, it's the world that's wrong."

  "Why is Feng Nanshu standing behind Yang Shuan's stall? Are they related?"

  "Didn't you see Jiang Qin? Last summer vacation, Yang Shuan said in the group that Jiang Qin invested in his mutton soup restaurant." "Do

  you mean that Feng Nanshu followed Jiang Qin here?"

  "Yeah." "Damn

  , it turns out that it's not the world that's wrong, it's the world that's crazy..." "Is

  the rumor that circulated during the National Day holiday true?"

  There was a guy named Lu Chao who played CF very well in the first class of senior high school. He liked Yu Shasha from class two. During the National Day holiday, he was like crazy and told people everywhere that Feng Nanshu and Jiang Qin were in love, but many people didn't believe it.

  What a joke, that's Feng Nanshu.

  She is so cold that she is unapproachable. She doesn't even like to talk to others. Many people who want to pursue her don't have the courage to talk to her. Some people even write love letters but don't have the courage to give them.

  Who can pursue her?

  Who can make her curious about love?

  Who can make her willing to become a lovely girl?

  No one. Since there is no one, how can she fall in love?

  But now, everyone sees her standing next to Jiang Qin, with a well-behaved face. The disparity between reality and fantasy is too strong.

  Feng Nanshu can't fall in love. This is the reality for most people. Feng Nanshu follows a boy with a well-behaved face. This is called fantasy.

  However, everything is reversed now. The unreal scene is forcibly integrated into reality, making many people grin.

  But people who have been caught in the rain don't want to hold umbrellas for others. After a long time, they pretend to be calm. When they meet the next old classmate, they enthusiastically invite them to the mutton soup stall and lie that there are good things.

  How to say it.

  It was as if there was an automatic aiming water gun on Yang Shuan's stall, which could quickly identify old classmates in the crowd, and it was extremely accurate.

  One by one, he was sprayed, and another by another, and his mentality was about to collapse.

  You know, Feng Nanshu has been a goddess in the south of the city for three years, and of course there are countless secret admirers.

  "Did you see Feng Nanshu just now?"

  "Yes, she was at Yang Shuan's mutton soup stall, with Jiang Qin, and she seemed to be more beautiful than in high school." "

  Damn, this scene is a bit too magical. Why does Feng Nanshu like Jiang Qin?" "

  Then who knows." "

  You are in college in another city, so you may not know. Jiang Qin is now a startup star in Linchuan. He has been on the Youth Daily. It is said that his net worth is already one million." "

  ????"

  "Really, the campus forum we are using now was created by him. He also developed a group buying website. It is said that there are 30,000 to 40,000 in water every day."

  Behind the small square table of the mutton soup stall, Yang Shuan was overjoyed and fiercely straightened, and his chest muscles almost stretched the zipper of his down jacket.

  Doing business with my uncle is fucking prestigious.

  Jiang Qin also pursed his lips, making a sound of "tsk tsk".

  I don't know why, I have been sitting here, saying nothing, not even showing any expression, but I am so happy, it's amazing.