Chapter 2284 - 1908: Secular Disciples (Part 2)

Chapter 2284: Chapter 1908: Secular Disciples (Part 2)

"Master, if you have any design in mind, you can design it yourself!"

"You two have two acres of land. Is that enough?"

*Hiss!*

Two acres of land!

Daoist Wuwei grabbed Daoist Qingyun’s hand: "Master! The juniors are so earnest in their desire to learn, refusing them further would be disrespectful to the Taoist Ancestor!"

He then vigorously scraped the last bit of food from the bottom of his bowl, earnestly promising Song Tan, "Don’t worry, I’ll start spreading the word in the village tomorrow."

Song Tan’s eyes curved into a smile as she extended her hand, "Senior brother, there are still some pancakes in the pot; they taste delicious in fish soup. Would you like another bowl?"

Daoist Wuwei replied seriously, "Cut the pancakes bigger for me."

As soon as he spoke, Daoist Qingyun’s bowl was hastily handed over: "Cut me two pieces!"

This sudden request made Wu Lan and Lun Jing dumbfounded.

They exchanged bewildered glances, feeling uneasy as their toes shifted inside their slippers. They couldn’t help thinking that all their flashy displays of buying cars and being carefree were completely unnecessary!

...

In the light drizzle, Lao Song’s family enjoyed a delightful dinner.

Vice President Chen stood alone at the edge of the bamboo forest, sniffing the wind for a scent that was no longer there, feeling incredibly disappointed.

But that’s okay.

He looked at his phone again: he had some new ideas for Yunqiao Village’s planning, which were closely related to Lao Song’s family.

Tomorrow, if he arrives just in time for a meal, he’s sure to get one!

Ah, if only he could be 20 years younger, with Xiaoyang happily feasting alongside Qiaoqiao; why couldn’t he make a friend?

...

This world favors the prepared.

Vice President Chen hesitated for two days, seeing Daoist Qingyun working diligently to leave a good impression in the village, harmonizing perfectly with Daoist Wuwei. They were both otherworldly yet remarkably down-to-earth.

So what was there for him to hesitate about?

At eleven o’clock this day, he stood at the gate, cheerfully calling inside:

"Boss Song, is it convenient for me to join you for lunch today?"

Good heavens, he rode in on the second-hand electric scooter thoughtfully arranged by Secretary Xiaozu—what a grounded vice president!

Song Tan laughed, "Come in, Xiaoyang is a valued guest here; how could we not welcome someone from his family?"

Well, as these words were spoken, Yang Zhengxi puffed out his chest after rushing downstairs: See, his sister’s introduction at a wine party as "this is my son" couldn’t have been better!

He is, after all, going to be important in supporting Qiaoqiao’s retirement in the future.

Feeling not an ounce of insecurity, he also enthusiastically hosted like a genuine host: "Vice President Chen, you see how my dad favors you, providing an opportunity others don’t get."

"Yes, indeed," Vice President Chen was very touched, but simultaneously lamented:

"If I were directly assigned to plan for Boss Song, I would be even happier."

Yang Zhengxi glanced at him: "Just tell me, have you been sending things home recently?"

Of course he has, and what’s more, taking advantage of convenience while being in the village, he’s always striving for opportunities.

Vice President Chen sealed his lips.

Today, he came to showcase his skills. Now, seeing Lao Song’s family warmly inviting him to sit in the living room, with hot tea, snacks, and dim sum arranged, he stopped being modest and quickly pulled out the simple sketches he had drawn recently:

"Boss Song, although Director Zhu invited me here to make plans for the village’s economic benefits and aesthetics, the entire Yunqiao Village is actually developed fundamentally around your family."

"So, if we must plan, it would center around your family’s layout. Here are a few simple adjustments I’ve made, and today I’ve come uninvited to see if you might also want some changes."

Hmm?

Just a couple of days ago, Song Tan had boldly declared she would undoubtedly uplift the local economy within ten years. Now hearing Vice President Chen say this, her interest was piqued.

Taking another look at the images on the tablet, she saw wide, flat asphalt roads with extensive stretches of Golden Sakura sprawling across both sides like clouds.

Glancing upward, the towering flower walls extended upward, inviting the imagination, making one wonder if during the flower season, one might enter a kingdom of blooming flowers?

"Do you want me to increase the area planted with Golden Sakura?"

"No, no need," Vice President Chen quickly said.

"From the back mountain to this vegetable plot, both ends of the entire road are lined with Golden Sakura. Although they have not yet climbed to the top of the iron mesh, that’s due to constraints in time and growth. Given another two years, they will definitely envelop the iron fence."