Chapter 1580 - 1561: Gradually Becoming More Enchanting

Marcus Quinn saw her open her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, tugged on his T-shirt, leaned in close, and whispered. The unique fragrance of the girl lingered at his nose, causing the man unconsciously to hold his breath, restraining himself from stepping back.

Irving Spencer, with keen ears, joyfully said, "If Miss Shen likes it, stay for a while. Though Anfield Village is a bit poor, it truly is a good place for rehabilitation, surrounded by lush mountains and fresh air."

Marcus Quinn saw the young girl eager to try and instinctively reached out, his large hand gripping her soft little hand tightly. His gaze held a firm yet subtle influence. She would never know the significance of her presence to him.

Back then, he was recruited into a special forces unit, leaving his previous Military District. Every mission he took on was confidential. Later, he led his team on a high-stakes mission where six of his twelve teammates sacrificed their lives. He was diagnosed with post-war PTSD. He donated all his assets, splitting them in two portions, one for his fallen comrades and the other for children in impoverished mountain areas, then applied for retirement, living a peasant’s life for four years.

His maternal family was already gone, and his father’s family was embroiled in power struggles. Alone, he wandered until he met Ah Tan.

The girl appeared fragile, yet her eyes held a strong yearning. She had a deep attachment to this world, like someone walking in darkness who receives a lamp and is told there is light ahead, just walk towards it.

For the first time in years, he felt a strong motivation; Ah Tan was his direction.

Marcus Quinn withdrew his gaze, looking at the lush fruit forest on the mountain, then into Ah Tan’s clear, hopeful eyes, nodding. She would stay and accompany him, whatever she wanted to do, he would be there for her.

Marcus Quinn nodded, and no one was happier than Irving Spencer. Irving led them to recognize all the fields and forest fruit trees, even taking a round around the freshwater lake by the woods.

After an hour of walking, Ah Tan couldn’t help but click her tongue. There were numerous fields in the area, and three mountain peaks. That freshwater lake, contracted by Old Quinn years ago, offered abundant natural resources. Plus, there was a flourishing temple nearby and a national scenic area. Developing a Holiday Village and tourism industry was an opportune venture.

If Anfield Village developed well, people wouldn’t just visit and return straight to the county or Suton.

"These fields can be cultivated or leased out; the fruit forest on the mountaintop can find sales channels. The fish in the lake are incredibly fresh, mostly wild, and haven’t been fished for years. Once caught, the quantity would be astonishing," Irving Spencer said with a grin.

"Given the abundance of resources, let’s build a Holiday Village," Marcus Quinn said, gazing across the village’s cooking smoke, speaking in a deep, steady tone.

Ah Tan’s eyes lit up, while Irving was momentarily stunned. A Holiday Village?

So they began immediately. Upon returning to the farm, Marcus Quinn talked to Uncle Shui and Aunt Shui about building a Holiday Village in Anfield Village. Seeing Marcus and Ah Tan planning to stay, they couldn’t hide their excitement and fully supported the idea, recalling that Old Quinn had harbored such a thought back then.

After lunch, Uncle Shui led Marcus Quinn and Ah Tan to stroll around the village. Currently, Anfield Village had sixteen families, mostly elderly and left-behind children. Anyone with some money had bought houses in the county or moved to Suton.

Village houses weren’t worth much; half the village was vacant. The villagers warmly welcomed the return of Old Quinn’s grandson, offering native products to Ah Tan. Observing the simple faces of the elderly and children, and experiencing the rustic local customs, Ah Tan grew increasingly fond of the village.

Anfield Village’s architecture was relatively concentrated, almost akin to a small Old Town, with white walls and black-tiled roofs, and streets paving in bluestone. The buildings were well-preserved. Ah Tan looked around, then pulled Marcus Quinn under an empty black-tiled eave, whispering, "I’ve looked at the village’s housing plan, it’s relatively concentrated. Many people like these ancient buildings. The village has numerous vacant houses; why not buy or rent them and run a guesthouse? Detached houses can be retro-style cottages, row houses as premium accommodations, and larger houses as guesthouses, solving lodging issues, and then address dining, basically forming the Holiday Village’s preliminary scale."

In many foreign five-star hotels, their architecture isn’t always centralized but may nestle amidst mountains and waters with villas spaced widely apart. Good landscaping within the village could model foreign hotels.