A god-tier fishing spot, anglers lined up to give me money.

"Grandpa Village Chief, what brings you up the mountain?" Yang Qi forced a smile.

"curious."

"What are you making a fuss about? The roadside is full of cars. I've lived for over sixty years and I've never seen so many outsiders come to our village."

Yang Guocheng said, looking at the people on the shore. He had seen everything clearly just now, and thought to himself:

Two hundred for half a day, three hundred and fifty for a day, 50 people would make ten thousand a day, tsk tsk tsk...

This young man, Yang, has probably earned more than ten thousand yuan.

Yang Qi remained silent.

Seeing this, Yang Guocheng was not in a hurry, and said seriously:

"Xiao Qi, can I talk to you about something?"

Yang Qi immediately became alert.

He knew the elderly people in the village too well. They weren't bad people, but they were very stubborn about some things, especially money.

"Grandpa Village Chief, what's the matter?" Yang Qi asked tentatively.

Yang Guocheng carefully chose his words: "It's like this, this reservoir was dug by the whole village together back then..."

"Grandpa Village Chief," Yang Qi interrupted him, frowning as he said, "I've already contracted the reservoir. It was agreed upon that it would be five thousand yuan a year. The contract is in black and white; I signed it, and the village signed it too."

Yang Guocheng's words caught in his throat; he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Yang Qi understood from his expression.

The old man wasn't there to cause trouble or pick a fight; he was just... envious!

"Grandpa Village Chief," Yang Qi's tone softened, "I'm making this clear: splitting the money is out of the question. The contract is signed, it's in black and white, and no one can change it."

"But I can give you a suggestion," Yang Qi changed the subject, "it just depends on whether you're willing to listen."

"Speak," Yang Guocheng said, raising his head.

"Open a farm stay."

"Farmhouse tourism?"

Yang Guo was taken aback.

"Yes, agritourism."

"My reservoir will definitely attract more and more people in the future. Fifty people came today, and maybe a hundred tomorrow."

"These people always need to eat, drink, and rest when they get tired."

Yang Qi paused for a moment, then said, "Grandpa Village Chief, you can discuss with the villagers about opening a farmhouse inn. Whoever has good cooking skills or a spacious house can start one."

Yang Guocheng's eyes gradually brightened.

"But let me make this clear from the start," Yang Qi said, his expression turning serious.

"No cunning tricks, no cheap deals, ingredients must be fresh, quality materials must be used, and prices cannot be set arbitrarily. Whether a business can succeed depends on taste and integrity. If anyone ruins their reputation, don't blame me for not warning you."

Yang Guocheng nodded and kept these words in mind.

"There's one more thing."

Yang Qi pointed down the mountain and said, "The road needs to be repaired. We have to repair the road from the foot of the mountain to the top. It's okay now, but it's all muddy when it rains, so cars can't drive up and people can't walk up. I want to build a cement road."

"Grandpa Village Chief can go back and discuss it with everyone. Those willing to contribute will all get a share once the road is repaired. Those unwilling to contribute..."

Yang Qi paused for a moment, then said coldly, "I'll pay, but don't blame me for being cold-blooded in the future."

Yang Guocheng was old but not senile. He knew in his heart that Yang Qi was giving him and the villagers an opportunity.

An opportunity to make money.

Road construction and the opening of agritainment businesses are not things that Yang Qi can do alone.

Once it's done, the entire Yangjia Village will benefit.

But if the villagers are not sensible and insist on keeping their eyes on the small amount of contract fee in Yang Qi's pocket, then there's no point in discussing anything further.

"Okay." Yang Guocheng nodded. "I'll tell everyone."

A smile appeared on his face, and he patted Yang Qi on the shoulder: "Xiao Qi, if you can really make it work, you will be the leader of our Yang Family Village, and your name will definitely be recorded in the family genealogy."

Yang Qi was amused. He didn't care about family genealogies or anything like that, as long as the villagers didn't cause him any trouble.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I dare not presume to write the family genealogy. There's something I need to tell you beforehand. This job won't be easy. There will definitely be people who are dissatisfied, who will argue, and who will be envious. You need to be prepared."

Yang Guocheng straightened his back and said confidently, "Don't worry, that won't happen. I still have some prestige in the village."

Yang Qi nodded.

After standing there for a while, I thought for a moment and continued:

"Grandpa Village Chief, I'll talk to everyone at noon to see who will be coming. Go home and get ready to cook a few meals. Nothing too complicated, just simple home-style dishes. Cleanliness and hygiene are the most important things."

Whether we make money this time or not doesn't matter; what matters is whether this idea can succeed.

Yang Guo asked doubtfully, "Are you sure? They'll come to eat?"

"Go ahead and do it, I'll help you get the help you." Yang Qi smiled. "This isn't something that can be done overnight, this is just a trial run."

"Okay, okay, okay." Yang Guocheng said "okay" three times and turned to leave.

He took a step forward, then pulled it back.

"Grandpa Village Chief, is there anything else?"

Yang Guocheng remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"Xiao Qi, are you really that sure this reservoir will make you rich?"

"Whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you, Grandpa Village Chief."

Yang Qi didn't explain, and continued, "It's no use saying anything now, we'll have to see what happens later, but..."

"By the time things are fait accompli, it'll be too late to do anything about it!"

"I'll just ask you one question," Yang Guocheng said seriously, looking at Yang Qi, "Do you even have any confidence in yourself?"

"have!"

"Alright, this old man will take this gamble with you."

After saying that, Yang Guocheng didn't say anything more and turned to walk down the mountain.

Watching the old man leave, Yang Qi's smile faded, and he murmured:

The next few days are probably going to be unsettling. We need to set up a farm stay business, or maybe I should call my younger brother back; he happens to be the chef…

The reason I just talked so much with Village Chief Yang Guocheng wasn't because he was being merciful; it was simply because there was no other way.

If we don't do this, others will only become more and more envious, and envy breeds malice, and anything can happen when malice arises.

Human nature is most vulnerable to testing. Rather than waiting for things to escalate, it's better to offer some small benefits from the beginning to get everyone on the same page.

Whether it's agritourism or road construction, it all boils down to dividing up the pie.

The cake was distributed, and everyone got a share, so naturally no one flipped the table.

After a while, when the villagers' income depends on his reservoir, anyone who dares to mess around will die.

In this way, you gain fame and money, killing two birds with one stone.

Who knows, one day it might make the news: a top university graduate returns to his hometown to start a business and lead the villagers to prosperity...

As he thought about it, Yang Qi laughed to himself.

I took out my phone, opened my contacts, and found the number labeled "Brother".

Yang Xiaojin, his younger brother.

He was 5 years younger than him and went to work after graduating from junior high school. He worked as a chef in a restaurant. He was good at cooking, but his salary was not great, just over 5,000 yuan a month.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Hey bro, what brings you to call me? Are you out of money again?"

On the other end of the phone, Yang Xiaojin's voice was carefree and slightly teasing.

Yang Qi was speechless. "Do you really have such a good impression of me?"

"What else? Mom and Dad won't give you money, so you're just taking it out on me, your younger brother. Why don't you ask your older sister?"

"She's still in university, while you entered the workforce much earlier. If she has money, who else would she borrow from if not you?"

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right. So, how much do you want to borrow this time?"

"I have a way to make money, do you want to hear it?"

"Oh? Not a loan?" Yang Xiaojin's tone changed. "Tell me."

"Come back and work with me. I'll manage the reservoir, and you'll manage the agritourism business."

"Huh? You want to drag me into this? Aren't you afraid of getting a scolding from Mom and Dad?"

"Tch. You treat 5000 a month like a treasure, how about you go all out with me?"

Yang Qi lowered his voice and said smugly, "I'll let you in on a secret, your brother made over 18,000 yuan in three days, and it'll only get more in the future."

"I don't believe you, unless you rob a bank."

"6." Yang Qi rolled his eyes. "I'll hang up now, I'll take a picture and send it to you. You can take a look and we'll see."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qi walked around the reservoir and took pictures of the scene of the fishermen on the shore.

I also took a picture of the toll sign and a screenshot of the payment records on my phone.

Then, he briefly explained his plan in voice form.

After a long while, Yang Xiaojin sent a message on the chat interface.

"Whoever wants to be in this hellish class can go. Damn it, I'm here, free-spirited and unrestrained."

It was followed by three bomb emojis.

Yang Qi looked at the screen, a smile playing on his lips, and typed to send:

"Okay. I'll wait for you to come back."