Chapter 2306 - 1918: It’s the Dragon Vein!

Chapter 2306: Chapter 1918: It’s the Dragon Vein!

The news that the crayfish were delicious fermented in just one night.

It didn’t even need to wait till daylight.

Early in the morning, the fresh-food truck had just left when Boss Chang’s car pulled up at the doorstep again.

Song Tan was very surprised: "What are you doing here?" Boss Chang was just way too clingy, but lately, because of the rain, there really wasn’t much left to sell.

Boss Chang gave her a resentful look, like a young maiden glaring at a two-timing scumbag.

But in the end he didn’t say anything, just strolled around like nothing was wrong: "I’m here for a little trip."

"I’ve been stuck in the city watching all those customers pour in while the dishes can’t keep up. Of course that makes a man anxious. So I figured I’d come out to the countryside, check out the mountains and rivers, take a little vacation. Totally normal, right?"

Song Tan: ...

"If you want something, just say it." Honestly.

It’s not like Song Tan was deliberately keeping the good stuff from Boss Chang these days.

Speaking of which!

Boss Chang’s resentment was about to overflow: "If you really weren’t doing it on purpose, then when those crayfish got that big, why didn’t you give me a heads-up?"

He’d been keeping an eye on this place all the time. Just a while back he even came to check everything one by one, and still never thought the crayfish had grown so big.

Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation: "Did you bribe one of our employees or something? How’s your intel so up-to-date?"

Would he even need to bribe the staff?

Master Qian asking his own apprentice is perfectly normal. Apprentice Master Jiang muttering that a ten-crayfish order is a pain in the ass to cook, also perfectly normal!

Song Tan was speechless.

But they really had raised quite a lot of crayfish.

She thought for a moment: "Those crayfish yesterday were just accidentally hooked while fishing. I don’t even know what level the rest of them are at. We’re pulling up the traps this morning anyway, let’s go check them together. If they’re all at that level, I can sell you some."

Boss Chang squawked: "What do you mean sell me ’some’? Who else around here can even eat that many of your crayfish?"

Didn’t he offer such a high price precisely for that not-quite-monopoly, but basically monopoly effect?

In short—"We’ve got money."

Song Tan was speechless: "So what, I supply all of them to you in one go and you set up another crayfish feast?"

"That won’t be necessary," Boss Chang said awkwardly. "Too much good stuff and even I can’t handle it."

Last time, after that whole all-fish banquet, everyone who had their eye on his restaurant showed up, both in the open and behind the scenes. If it weren’t for some solid connections passed down from his ancestors, who knows what sort of mess he’d be in now.

Thinking of that, he suddenly started worrying about Song Tan again:

"You guys have got to guard this base camp of yours. Don’t you dare sell it off lightly!"

"Relax, relax." Secretary Xiaozu’s grandparents didn’t get to where they are by sitting around doing nothing. These days, isn’t everything they do getting the green light?

And still, Boss Chang wasn’t satisfied. He leaned in and asked mysteriously, "I heard Daoist Qingyun from XX Temple came over here and specifically marked out a Dragon Vein for you, is that true?"

Lun Chuan had just come over looking for Song Tan, and nearly burst out laughing when he heard that—

Who would’ve thought Lao Song’s family had ambitions like that, turning a land purchase into a Dragon Vein.

Song Tan was also startled: "Where’d you hear that from?"

Boss Chang snorted: "Don’t try to hide it. It’s all over the internet. With your eye for things, it’s probably not far from the truth."

"You’re already building houses. Couldn’t you have given me a heads-up? What if I wanted two villas?"

Song Tan was helpless: "It really isn’t a Dragon Vein. How can you even believe that?"

Who in their right mind would build a housing estate on a Dragon Vein?

Pah.

She’d been led into the ditch too.

Song Tan said seriously: "Let’s be clear: there is no Dragon Vein in our Yunqiao Village, and none in the town either."

Boss Chang humored her: "No Dragon Vein, and the feng shui is just so-so, right?"

He pointed at the row of sleek, chubby, utterly fearless grey squirrels on the wall—oh, and in the middle sat one very proper-looking Daju.

"So, just an ordinary, nothing-special little mountain village, right?"

Modern netizens, why do you people make up everything under the sun?

There wasn’t much Song Tan could do, but some rumors you can let spread, and some you really can’t.

Right now she could only say earnestly: "Think about it. If there really were a Dragon Vein, would people like us be able to handle it?"

That’s true, actually.

Boss Chang was half-convinced, half-skeptical.

After all, ever since his restaurant got popular, all sorts of shady characters had shown up.

No matter how amazing Lao Song’s farming skills were, in the end they were still tucked away in the village. To this day, there wasn’t a single luxury villa, fancy car, or high-end watch in sight. Look at their Song Sancheng—before the sun’s even up, he’s out there scrubbing the mud off his own car tires in distress.

And that car’s only worth, what, two hundred thousand tops!

Clearly, this family’s level of wealth was still pretty limited.

Alright then!

In the end, Boss Chang accepted this explanation.