Chapter 209: Why Not Ask the Hotel for Help?

Case solved.

This task is indeed brought out by the travel agency!

Chen Jianhai stared at Ning Youyou, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Ning Youyou felt uncomfortable under Chen Jianhai's gaze,

"What are you looking at?"

"Look again and I'll press your philtrum!"

...

Ever since receiving the system task,

Chen Jianhai paid extra attention to the sales trends of Blue Sky Travel Agency.

Every day, he would check the product link of Blue Sky Travel Agency to see the monthly sales figures.

To his relief,

the self-guided one-day tour of Xiaomajia Island by Blue Sky Travel Agency was a huge hit among popular boutique travel routes in Nanjiang City.

Sales arrows soared upwards,

new groups were formed daily, and the existing staff was completely overwhelmed.

Ning Youyou, despite not fully recovering, was called back to the travel agency to lead tours.

The number of guests staying at the island hotel also kept increasing. Although the points slightly dropped, they always managed to maintain a daily score of over 90.

The "Sweetheart Mr." crew also gained some heat from Wu Kai's two Weibo posts,

and some even initiated an internet-wide search for the Bajiquan chef.

Sheng Yupi, who spent every day rooted in the kitchen, never watched TV or surfed the internet. He was a tough guy with a knife.

It wasn't until Qin Mengqiu and the others showed Sheng Yupi the phone video that he realized he had become famous.

He initially thought of creating a Weibo account,

but after fiddling with it for a long time, requiring ID binding and phone setup, and then identity verification after opening, he found it too troublesome and gave up.

However, this left his boasting mood unreleased, which made him feel quite frustrated!~

"Brother Yupi, why don't you start live streaming?"

"Qiao Nige and Daodun'er both have their own live streaming channels online, why don't you start one? It would definitely be popular."

Bai Cheng suggested while gnawing on a lemon.

"Daodun'er also has a live stream?" Sheng Yupi paused his knife work.

"Yeah, and Daodun'er's stream is really popular. It has a very cool name too, called 'Knife Emperor' Live Room."

As Bai Cheng spoke, he took out his phone and opened Daodun'er's live room.

Sheng Yupi, holding his knife, walked over to take a look,

he saw Daodun'er standing behind the chopping board in the Langai Hotel kitchen, slicing a pumpkin with lightning speed with his right hand.

Then, Daodun'er took out a potato and placed it on the cutting board.

The next moment, the live chat exploded with comments.

"Here it comes! The ancestral potato returns!"

"Enemy of all potatoes!"

"Knife Emperor!! yyds!"

Sheng Yupi tilted his head and pointed at the screen with his knife, "What's yyds?!"

"yyds means 'forever a god', referring to someone extremely excellent, like a deity." Bai Cheng explained.

Sheng Yupi gritted his teeth, "What 'forever a god', I think it means 'forever single'!"

"Slicing a few potatoes, chopping a pumpkin, cutting a yam, and he's the 'Knife Emperor'???"

"I'll show them what a real 'Knife Emperor' is!"

With Bai Cheng's help, Sheng Yupi set up his live streaming account that very day.

He even gave himself the name "Langai Hotel Knife Ancestor."

Thus began an invisible competition with Daodun'er from afar.

...

Friday.

Chen Jianhai had just finished lunch and put on a thick layer of sunscreen, wore a hat, and fully armed himself to go to the dock.

Although the tank top grandpa clearly told him he only needed to come in the evening to watch the fireworks,

since he was already here, it wouldn't be right not to help out a bit.

Under the clear blue sky,

the waves smoothed out the white sandy shore,

and a few children with backpacks were squatting on the beach, digging holes, their feet covered in sand.

Seeing Chen Jianhai from a distance, one child waved and shouted:

"Huluwa, over here!"

From afar, a child with a backpack shouted at him.

Chen Jianhai was now a well-known figure on the island,

his evening barbecue stall was extremely popular,

everyone passing by liked to buy a skewer or two to try.

They all called him "Huluwa, Huluwa,"

and no one really asked his real name.

"I'm coming!" Chen Jianhai ran over.

As soon as he got close and saw what the children were digging up,

Chen Jianhai's face turned dark, and he threw the item into the garbage bag he was holding, saying sternly:

"Don't play with bottles! Luckily, the sharp end was up, otherwise, what if you stepped on it barefoot!"

Saying this, Chen Jianhai took out three bottles of juice from his pocket and handed them to the kids, sending them away.

Although the island's Friday Love Island Day was a festival for all islanders,

the work was hard and tiring, so children usually didn't participate.

"Hey, quite the look!"

A cheerful voice came from behind,

the tank top grandpa, wearing a straw hat and hands behind his back, stood behind Chen Jianhai, eyes filled with admiration.

"I told you to come in the evening, why are you here in the afternoon?"

Chen Jianhai laughed, "I live on the island now, I'm also a part of it. I definitely have to participate in such efforts!"

Hearing this,

the tank top grandpa looked at Chen Jianhai with even more kindness,

"The beach is much cleaner than before!"

Chen Jianhai, holding the garbage bag in his left hand, picked up a piece of white waste paper from under the bushes with his right hand.

"Yeah,"

"Since we got public trash cans and toilets on the beach, the island's hygiene has significantly improved."

The tank top grandpa walked up the steps to the wooden boardwalk, sweeping the skewers and garbage into the trash bag.

Chen Jianhai looked at the boardwalk beneath his feet,

the wooden path, weathered by the elements and trampled by visitors, was already dilapidated, the paint peeled off, exposing large areas of raw wood.

The nails embedded in the planks were either pried open or rusty.

It creaked underfoot,

the long section ahead was even cordoned off with blue cloth strips, the wood missing and collapsed, making it impassable.

"Why not repair this path?" Chen Jianhai frowned and asked.

"No money..." the tank top grandpa sighed.

"This path was built with everyone's money back then. We originally planned to pool money to repair it this year."

"But these past two years, the island's tourism business hasn't been booming, and we can't sell much fish either, so it's been shelved."

Chen Jianhai thought for a moment, then casually asked:

"Why don't you ask the hotel for help?"

The tank top grandpa froze upon hearing this, suspiciously asked, "How do you know about the hotel?"

Chen Jianhai pointed to the public toilet nearby with his mouth, calmly said:

"It's written there, Langai Hotel."