Chapter 152: Is He Shameless or What?

With a suspicious attitude, Boss Chen conducted a one-day market research survey on the island. As he walked down the streets of the island, he soon caught a faint scent of flowers.

"A Flower Shop on the Island?"

Chen Jianhai looked up at the shop in front of him. The whole store looked like a small, chic glass flower house, decorated in a fresh, pastoral style. Under the sunshade at the shop entrance, clusters of bright orange flowers bloomed warmly.

Next to the flower shop was a bustling vegetable shop. Bright red chili peppers, fresh tomatoes, and green vegetables filled the store. The business seemed to be thriving.

In front of the vegetable shop's glass window, a large cauliflower was placed as if in a show of defiance.

"Tell me honestly, did you take the flowers?"

"Bullshit! Would I take his flowers?!"

At the entrance of the vegetable shop, an islander carrying vegetables questioned the shop owner inside. The shop owner, a grumpy young man in his twenties, was cracking sunflower seeds.

"Why would I take his flowers! They can't be eaten or drunk. That lousy flower shop blames me for everything that goes wrong every day!"

Hearing this, someone from the flower shop couldn't sit still. A figure rushed out, pointing at the grumpy young man's nose and cursing:

"Have some shame!"

"Who stole the roses from my shop on Teacher's Day?!"

The grumpy young man wasn't polite either:

"So what if I took your roses!"

"During the storm on the island, how many vegetables did you take from my place without paying?!"

...

Listening to their exchange, Chen Jianhai silently identified them. The two heroes before him must be Shuang Hua Ping Yu and Te Da Hao Lajiao from "One Big Happy Family." He remembered clearly that these two IDs were the ones who cursed the "dog boss" the most in the group.

Chen Jianhai took a deep look at them and secretly made a note in his mental blacklist.

...

Walking to the coffee shop, Chen Jianhai saw Feng Di sitting at the entrance, petting a dog and anxiously watching the Ice King Cold Drink Hall across the street. In just a few days, the sign for the Ice King Cold Drink Hall was already up, and the tables and chairs inside were all set. It was likely to open by next week at the latest.

"Boss Feng, have you considered it? Do you want to collaborate with me?"

Chen Jianhai sat beside Feng Di, holding a chocolate ice cream, looking every bit the part of a rich second-generation playboy. The island's coffee shop was in dire straits. If Chen Jianhai spoke nicely, Feng Di might suspect ulterior motives, leading to doubts and complications. Instead, it was better to lay his intentions bare, transforming covert schemes into open plans. This way, internal and external pressures might work doubly effectively.

"I agree."

Feng Di's face was full of struggle and pain, looking like a descendant forced by life to sell off family assets.

"Good!"

Chen Jianhai smiled, as if he had anticipated Feng Di's agreement, and pulled out a contract and pen from his bag.

"This is the contract I've drawn up. If you have no objections, just sign it."

Feng Di looked at Chen Jianhai in bewilderment. Normally, before signing a contract, shouldn't they discuss the terms of cooperation, write them into the contract, and then sign it? Wasn't just pulling out a contract too hasty?!

The two walked into the coffee shop, and with a doubtful attitude, Feng Di picked up the contract and started reading. The contract was clear. Although Chen Jianhai funded the coffee shop's construction, he was only responsible for purchasing the necessary machines, coffee beans, and other related items. The operation, promotion, and coffee-making were still up to Feng Di. Chen Jianhai would not participate in any of these aspects.

"Is this a benefactor?"

Feng Di's hands trembled slightly. The paper in front of him wasn't a contract... it was a lifeline!

The fact that the coffee shop's coffee was terrible was an open secret. Many people advised him to sell instant coffee, as island visitors were all tourists anyway. A one-time deal would be fine as long as it made money. But Feng Di held onto his principles, even though the coffee from the machine was bitter, sour, and astringent. He persisted, hoping to save enough money to buy a new coffee machine. And now, the money had arrived!!

Without hesitation, Feng Di signed his name on the paper. After signing, he noticed Chen Jianhai's chaotic scrawl on the contract. It was a mess of loops and waves, barely recognizable except for the "Chen" character.

"Brother, what's your full name...?"

Feng Di asked curiously. Chen Jianhai avoided eye contact, pulled out his phone, and said, "Come on, let's add each other on WeChat. Calculate how much the machines and coffee beans will cost and settle the big issues first!"

Desperate for funds, Feng Di was eager to accept the offer and didn't press further about Chen Jianhai's name. They quickly exchanged WeChat contacts. After handling the necessary matters, Chen Jianhai, noticing Feng Di's excited expression, casually remarked:

"On my way here, I noticed many new public toilets and garbage cans on the beach. They look quite unique."

Feng Di, busy browsing Taobao and placing orders, replied offhandedly:

"Those were built by the dog boss."

Chen Jianhai: ...?!!!

"He built the toilets and garbage cans for you, and you still curse him?!"

Chen Jianhai suppressed his anger and asked patiently.

Feng Di replied, "Good intentions, my foot!"

"When there were no public toilets or garbage cans on the beach, everyone still came over. Now that he put these things here, who will clean them?!"

Chen Jianhai frowned slightly, "What do you mean 'who will clean'? Clean what?"

Feng Di explained helplessly, "Bro, think about it... those are public toilets and garbage cans. You know how dirty and messy they get after a day of use, right? He builds the toilets, and everyone thanks the hotel, but in the end, it's us on the island who have to clean up."

"He takes the credit and earns the reputation, but we do the dirty work. Tell me, is he shameless or what?!"

Feng Di looked at Chen Jianhai, who sat silently. Thinking Chen didn't hear him, he nudged him and asked again, "Bro, I'm asking you. Is he shameless or what?!"