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

Not bad, not bad...

Yang Qi swiped through the local app to watch videos of beautiful women...

Time flies, and 11:30 has quietly arrived, lunchtime is approaching.

Yang Qi rubbed his dry eyes, stood up, walked around the shore, and counted the number of people.

The 100-acre fishing area can accommodate up to 1500 anglers, but he doesn't plan to do that.

Yang Qi's initial estimate was a maximum capacity of 800 people, with a reasonable capacity of 500.

There were 50 people. Some had changed to new rods and continued casting, some were sitting on the shore eating biscuits to fill their stomachs, and some were struggling with a fish, their fishing rods bent into a bow.

As he wandered aimlessly, the 10 people who had only booked for half a day...

A man in a gray T-shirt saw Yang Qi approaching and spoke up, "Boss Yang, we'd like to pay the difference and change the service from half a day to a full day, is that alright?"

Yang Qi shook his head directly: "Sorry, we don't have that package. You can either leave or we'll charge you for half a day, which is two hundred yuan."

The reason we made up the price difference for Zhang Dazhuang on the first day was because we were his first customer. Now that we've opened the door, there will only be more and more people trying to exploit the loopholes.

"200 it is." The man gritted his teeth and answered decisively.

The others nodded in agreement, and none of them tried to bargain.

Ten people, each paid an additional 200, totaling two thousand yuan.

Yang Qi looked at the deposit records on his phone; 17500 had been deposited in one day.

He put his phone back in his pocket, walked around again, and returned to Wang Jian's side.

Wang Jian sat on the fishing box, changing the fishing line with ease.

The fish baskets are also active; I've seen quite a few catches.

"Brother Wang," Yang Qi squatted down, "it's almost lunchtime, what are you planning to eat for lunch?"

Wang Jian didn't even look up: "Whatever, don't you still have instant noodles?"

"Uh..." Yang Qi scratched his head awkwardly, "I haven't stocked up, so I'm afraid it won't be enough. Well, we're familiar with each other, so I'll treat you to a meal in the village when we get down the mountain."

"Really?" Wang Jian stopped what he was doing, looked up at him, narrowed his eyes, and asked in return:

"That's 50 people, can you afford to hire them?"

"We can't afford it," Yang Qi said truthfully.

"That settles it then," Wang Jian paused, then, sensing that Yang Qi had something to say, smiled and said, "Just say what you want to say, there's no need to treat us to a meal."

Yang Qi didn't beat around the bush: "I want to open a farmhouse restaurant so that you guys can come down the mountain and come to the village to try the local cuisine. There's no food delivery service in this village, and you have to go to town to eat, which is inconvenient. If you really open one, it will be convenient to eat out nearby, and it won't interfere with fishing."

"A farm stay?" Lin Zaitian chimed in with a smile, showing some interest. "It looks good, we can give it a try."

Yang Qi nodded: "Yes, it's right in the village. It's a short walk down the mountain. All the vegetables are from the village, grown by the villagers, and cooked fresh."

Wang Jian pondered for a moment, then looked up at Yang Qi and said, "In that case, I have no objection."

He smiled meaningfully and said, "Just a side note: greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant; don't let it cloud your judgment."

Yang Qi was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding, but he understood Wang Jian's look.

This is a reminder to him not to rush, to take it slow, and not to be blinded by his performance.

Yang Qi took these words to heart and nodded seriously: "Understood, thank you for reminding me, Brother Wang."

"it is good."

Wang Jian stood up, patted Yang Qi on the shoulder, and said, "You've caught my eye, kid. By the way, are you going to fix this road? It's a bit of a hassle to go up and down the mountain."

Yang Qi smiled wryly: "I'm trying to figure something out. It's just..."

"What is it?"

"We've encountered some difficulties," Yang Qi said carefully, "but it should be over soon."

"Okay." Wang Jian didn't ask any further questions. "If you decide to fix it, you can contact me."

Yang Qi immediately understood what he meant and replied with a smile, "Yes, yes, thank you in advance, Brother Wang."

Wang Jian waved his hand and turned to the group of people beside him: "Old Lin, Old Chen, Old Zhang, Old Dai, that's about it. Shall we go down the mountain for a meal?"

After saying that, he looked at Yang Qi again: "What are you still standing there for? Shouldn't you be serving more guests?"

Yang Qi realized what was happening and immediately went to ask the people on the shore one by one.

"Brother, want to go down the mountain for a meal? There are farm-style dishes in the village, all fresh."

"It's noon, want to go try some together? It's in the village, it'll be quick."

……

After asking around, 36 people were willing to go down the mountain for a meal.

The remaining 14 people were surprisingly unanimous in their attitude, all saying they didn't need it.

They are the type of people who are "obsessed with fishing". They would rather sit by the water than eat a meal, even if it were raining knives.

Yang Qi did not force him.

With less interference from them, their chances of catching fish are slightly higher, which is nothing to worry about.

As for the big fish, if they can catch them, then they're really good at it, and we have to admit they deserve our respect.

Then, Yang Qi picked up his phone and called the village chief, Yang Guocheng. The call was quickly connected.

"Hey, Grandpa Village Chief, there are 36 people dining this time. How many tables do you think we should set up?"

"it is good."

"Remember not to be greedy for cheap prices. The ingredients must be fresh, the portions must be generous, and the price must be reasonable. Whether you can leave a good impression depends on this one time."

"Understood, Xiao Qi. Is there anything else I should pay attention to? I'll write it down."

"Hmm... It's hot, so we can prepare some iced drinks, chilled watermelon, and the food should be served quickly, so we can eat as soon as we arrive."

"I'm getting ready to go down the mountain now, I'll just time it right."

"Okay, got it."

That's about it.

Yang Guocheng chuckled. "Xiao Qi, don't worry. I may be a bit old, but I won't hold you back. I'll hang up now."

"Um……"

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qi walked over to the group standing in front of the house and greeted them:

"Everyone, let's go down the mountain now."

Then, he smiled at Wang Jian and the other four walking beside him and said, "Let's go, guys!"

The 36 people walked down the mountain in a grand procession.

Yang Qi walked at the front, like a guide, turning back to call out as he went: "This way, the downhill slope is a bit steep, watch your step."

Wang Jian followed behind him, carrying nothing in his hands, looking quite relaxed.

Lin Zaitian walked beside Wang Jian, with Zhang Guolu, Chen Ming, Dai Jiangyang, and a few others walking in the middle, chatting and laughing. Behind them followed about thirty people, a large, imposing group.

Upon arriving at the village, Wang Jian frowned as he looked at the quiet village road and said, "Brother Yang, your village is quite quiet."

"Because we're poor," Yang Qi said with a smile. "All the young people have left, leaving only the elderly."

"That's perfect." Wang Jian said as they walked. "Once your reservoir becomes popular and more people come, the young people will naturally return."

Yang Qi scratched his head and smiled, "That makes sense, let's take it slow."

The village chief's house is at the end of the village, at the foot of a mountain.

After coming down from the reservoir, we walked through most of the village, which took about ten minutes.

The road was paved, and occasionally one or two hens would walk by.

Yang Guocheng was already standing at the crossroads in front of his house, waiting.

The old man changed into clean clothes, rubbed his hands together, looked in the direction of the village entrance, and his expression was both expectant and nervous.

Upon seeing Yang Qi leading a large group of people over, Yang Guocheng's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly went to greet them.

"Xiao Qi..."

Yang Qi smiled and turned to introduce, "This is my village chief, Yang Guocheng, Grandpa Village Chief. I've brought him to you."

"Good, good, good!" Yang Guocheng said several times, walked to the front of the crowd, and said sincerely in broken Mandarin:

"Welcome, dear guests, to Yangjia Village! My surname is Yang, and I am the village head. You can just call me Lao Yang. Please forgive me if there is anything I haven't done well in terms of hospitality today!"

The old man spoke with a heavy local accent, but he had a loud voice.

Someone in the crowd responded with a smile, "Village chief, you're too kind!"

"We're just here to freeload a meal, don't be nervous!"

"Yes, yes, we'll eat whatever's available, we're not picky!"

Yang Guocheng grinned from ear to ear, stepped aside to let him pass, and pointed into the courtyard:

"Come in, come in, please come in!"