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Qi Feng's whereabouts are revealed to Shang Rui by song Ran's assistant's circle of friends.
Shangrui can also see song Ran's intention, but even if he did, he bought a plane ticket all night to catch up with him. He stayed near the hotel for several hours and followed her car all the way to find the final address.
Many times like this, he clearly knew that there was her plot, but still had to step in.
After coming out of the store, song ran got on the bus, feeling calm all the way, without waves.
There was a rush of people on the ancient town road. The assistant drove the car very slowly. She turned the steering wheel and reported, "I think I saw Mr. Shang after you went out."
In the morning, when she was driving to the town from the city, she had already noticed the white car that was always chasing after her. When she saw shangrui again, she immediately understood song Ran's intention.
Sure enough, at this time, the woman only lightly returned four words, "don't worry about him."
Watching carefully in the rear-view mirror, she was looking out of the window. She didn't seem to have much interest in this topic. So she tightly grasped the steering wheel and asked, "do you want to go back to the hotel now?" Song ran bowed his head and looked at the time on his watch.
Just after eight o'clock, the car body just turned the path and slowly turned to a road along the river. She rolled down the window and let a river wind sweep over it.
Looking across the river, sunrise time has passed, but in the morning of Chunsheng, the river is shining brightly by the sun. She stares at the wavering fishing boat in the middle of the river and asks casually, "what do you think of here?"
The assistant took the steering wheel, and when he heard the speech, he turned his head and took a look at the river."It's very good, but I don't know what you mean? The scenery here is very good, the air is clear, and it's good to take a vacation once in a while, but it's not practical for young people to want to stay here all the time."
"Not practical?" Compared with the topic about shangrui, the current content seems to be more sufficient to arouse her interest, "what do you think is not practical?"
The assistant thinks of Qi Feng more. On the way over today, I heard song ran mention that Qi Feng moved here and opened a photo studio similar to that in Kyoto. At that time, I thought it was novel. But when I really got here and saw the ordinary people in that town, I felt that the shop was too risky.
"The buildings here still retain the ancient style and are built near the river. The scenery is impeccable. It is not even worse than some famous tourist attractions in China, but it has not been developed at all. When I was waiting in the car, I saw that most of the activities in this town were middle-aged and elderly people or children, and there were very few young people..."
After a pause, she observed song Ran's face and made a final conclusion, "frankly speaking, the supporting industries have not kept up with each other, and the tourism industry is difficult to develop and is not suitable for young people to survive."
Song ran listened with a smile on her face. The assistant frowned at this point, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "ah, but the scenery here is good, the geographical location is excellent, and it is not far away from Phoenix, so it may not be worth developing."
Song ran starts her head lightly, and the topic soon turns to the direction she wants. Hearing the small assistant's inference alone, she gently raises her eyebrows and pinnes her head away from the window on the other side.
In front of the Yanjiang Avenue, we can't see the end of the road, but standing in the distance, a sign with thick brush characters appears to be very attractive. Her lips slightly hook, indicating that the driver is driving, "stop at the inn ahead, we'll meet two people."
The car stops in the lane, and the assistant gets off after Song ran. She looks around for a while. After stepping into the door of the inn, the sleepy waiter who is lying in front of the cash register opens her eyes and looks up and down. Then she raises her hand and leads her upstairs.
"Are you miss song from the capital? The owners of our family are already waiting."
Song ran politely nodded and stopped the little sister's respectful attempt to lead people up. He said faintly, "you can tell us where we are, and we can go by ourselves."
"Turn left on the second floor. It's a wonderful bamboo room."
The waiter's younger sister stood on tiptoe and held out her hand. When the two well-dressed men stepped on the wooden stairs, she trotted to her companion all the way, "do you see? It's from Kyoto. It's said that the change of family money into cash can fill up our inn. You can see the temperament of others..."
Seeing her exaggerated face, the cashier always thought that people were bragging and waving their hands in disdain. She thought it was a joke to hear, "beautiful is beautiful, but what you said is too unreliable. How rich is it to pile up our inn?"
"Well, I'm not bragging. It's the boss's wife." The little sister twisted her eyebrows. Anyway, she believed in the landlady.
Song ran and his assistant went upstairs. Neither of them paid attention to the activity downstairs, and the assistant's steps were hesitant.
Before stepping on the last step, she finally figured out some possibilities, "Miss Song, you are not going to put the tourism investment plan here to implement?"
A year ago, the company intended to develop its tourism investment and take another share in the current popular tourism industry. However, a dozen sets of specific investment plans have been formulated. Now, there are still three sets to be finalized after screening, but Fenghuang ancient town is not included. Therefore, her conjecture is very unreliable.
But looking at the light and cloudless expression on Song Ran's face, she felt that she was right again.
"You have just said that it may not be worth developing. My opinion is the same as yours. Is there anything strange about it?" Stepping on the last step, the woman turned her head and looked at the assistant's chin that couldn't be closed."Investment should be steady, accurate and ruthless. If you don't care about such a good opportunity, some people will
Most of song's enterprises have been involved in most of these industries, but only in tourism. Because song Fu suffered a loss in this area in the early years, the plan has been shelved.
If you want to succeed in the current tourism market which is almost saturated, on the one hand, it is the merchants' profit orientation, on the other hand, it is also in consideration of song's reputation.
The father and daughter will not be in the same situation.
As a result, there is no real plan for the development of the project before and after the Song Dynasty.
Until someone gave her advice on the ancient city of Phoenix.
Just thinking of this, the two Inn owners who heard the noise outside the door had already welcomed them out.
The leader was an old man in his fifties and sixties, wearing a striped shirt of local style. Walking behind him was a young man, who was as upright and rigorous as song ran, who was different from the town.
They are father and son. The father is the mayor of Fenghuang town. After graduating from University, his son started a business in a nearby city. Now his business is OK, and he has been regarded as an entrepreneur with small achievements.
Welcome song ran and her assistant back to the private room and sit down. There is no small square table. The tea is ready. It seems that they are already waiting ahead of time.
"We tried the tourism development of Fenghuang town in the early years, but there was no foreign investment. The resources in our town were not enough. My little son also spent a lot of money in it. But you see, the inn has been built up, and up to now, we haven't received many guests."
The old man had a sincere attitude. After speaking most of the words, he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue and looked at the young man next to him.
Song ran, in fact, was more willing to talk to the man who seemed more calm and rational, so his eyes also turned to him, "what do you mean, Mr. Fang?"
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