Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1182 - 1156. Zhao Fangyuan arrives

Hearing Lun Chuan say this, Qin Yun and He Kuang exchanged glances, thinking, isn’t this just another case of love-blindness? How can anyone be this confident about their romantic relationship...

But since it was their buddy’s first time dating, they shouldn’t dampen his spirits. So, they decided to change the topic: "Who are you planning to hire to design the inn?"

Lun Chuan thought about it. He had no designers in his circle of friends; the apartment he lived in before had been his own idea, gradually worked out with the renovation workers—of course, during the process he even wrote a rebirth novel detailing how he made his first bucket of gold through renovations...

But nowadays, he wasn’t going to take on the hardship of renovations.

"I’ll probably hire Designer Zhao and the house-building crew."

"Song Family has nothing but praise for them; their attitude must really be quite good. I’ve asked around, the prices are fair, and the best part is you don’t need to worry too much."

"Alright!" Qin Yun, savoring the good thing in his mind, said: "You should prepare a few more family suites; later I can bring folks over... With this kind of relationship, surely we can score a couple of free meals?"

He Kuang thought the same!

Supporting a buddy’s inn is an act of deep friendship, how can it be called freeloading?

So he also watched Lun Chuan eagerly.

Lun Chuan casually wandered around the greenhouse, saying, "We’ll head back to the Imperial City in a couple of days; how about joining us?"

Qin Yun was taken aback.

Why return so soon?

But upon careful calculation, they had been here several days; originally they planned to stay three to five days, and now they’d overstayed...

Besides, they were here riding on Lun Chuan’s courtesy for a few free meals. Once Lun Chuan leaves, wouldn’t it be fitting for them to leave too?

Darn it...

He Kuang, tearing up: "Tomorrow I’ll call someone to clean up the carrots and cabbages left behind... Anything else from Song Tan’s Home we can sell?"

"Exactly!" Qin Yun nodded: "Is there still tea available?"

But right after blurting it out, he felt it was too urgent so he quickly added: "Are you leaving just like that? Aren’t you staying here for New Year’s? If not, just stay a bit longer; how can a romance just turn into a long-distance relationship in a few days?"

Lun Chuan didn’t speak, his face strangely reddened.

Qin Yun: ...

He Kuang: ...

Darn it! Just saying, being too innocent doesn’t cut it!

...

Zhao Fangyuan hurriedly arrived in Yunqiao Village on the afternoon of the day before Lun Chuan planned to return to the Imperial City.

Two inns and one residence (Seventh Uncle’s small house), and all had her design input right from their construction; she’d never handled an order so delightful!

She barely had a moment after arriving at Lao Song’s family to gulp down a cup of tea: "Ah! This tea is delicious!"

Finishing up, she confirmed with Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, and once again glanced at Lun Chuan, then looked at Song Tan with both eyes full of accusation:

[We’re all career women, how come you found someone so good-looking!]

Designer Zhao’s aesthetic snobbishness was filled with envy.

She grabbed her tool bag and her assistant – "Let’s go, time to check out the site, and we’ll discuss the specific requirements and ideas."

All the while saying: "Time is a bit tight; I actually have an order already lined up for March, but given our relationship, I pushed that order to May—"

Since she’s been running around for the better part of the year, she’s become increasingly thorough in her endeavors, speaking and handling affairs without any air of seeking credit, but rather matter-of-fact and down-to-earth, underscoring her reputation as someone who gets things done.

At least, the approaching wheat-colored skin attests to her genuine presence on construction sites.

As she briefly entered a planning mode and asked:

"I’ll aim to complete the design before the fifteenth of January, so I can visit surrounding provinces and cities to experience the local inns during the New Year... After the seventh day, I might need ongoing communication of ideas; would this be convenient for everyone?"

Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun couldn’t be more eager!

Anything’s better than staying home, right? By the seventh day they can claim they’re working on business/school dormitory projects, thus swiftly escaping the household!

Lun Chuan pondered seriously: "You can call for urgent matters, otherwise, I’ll respond promptly when I see it."

Zhao Fangyuan nodded: "Alright—ah, what’s happening here?"

The group turned to see Li Fuqiang wielding a saw on a plank, looking dusty and shambolic. Behind him stood a roughly fifteen-square-meter-sized small shed, appearing shaky, riddled with potholes, further worsened by his scattered patching...

To Zhao Fangyuan, it was frankly tragic beyond words.

"This house has no frame, if heavy snow falls in winter it could be dangerous—"

Zhang Yanping hastily explained the backstory to her in a whisper, also advising:

"You better not say the wrong thing; Tantan’s holding back the money, insisting on paying only after he’s repaired the house, so as not to drag the village behind."

Zhao Fangyuan raised an eyebrow: "This kind of person?"

She cleared her throat: "Watch me—Hey Boss Zhou, fancy meeting you here—oh, sorry, mistaken identity."

Li Fuqiang, bewildered, lifted his face covered in sawdust and dust, wiping it down with his hand, his tone vexed: "Nutcase."

Zhang Yanping angrily readied himself to roll up sleeves, but Zhao Fangyuan didn’t even flinch:

"Can’t fault me, man, you’ve got that business vibe, radiating a boss aura... What are you up to, why, building houses needs your hands-on involvement?"

What a way with words!

Li Fuqiang’s heart was pleased.

He thought, once the money’s in hand, wouldn’t he indeed become a boss?

Thus, finding Zhao Fangyuan’s face more agreeable: "Building a house for my dad, as a son it’s only right. What brings you here?"

Zhao Fangyuan laughed.

...

The group silently arrived at Old Man Li’s residence, having distanced much from the small shed, Zhao Fangyuan finally pulled out her phone and made a call:

"Oh hey, Master Mu... Have matters at home been resolved? I figured you might need cash now, here’s a small job, wondering if you’d take it..."

"Great! No worries! I specifically reached out to familiar faces, considering your struggles over the years... You alone can handle it mostly within 10 days, but daily commuting back—it’s in the village so you’ll have to..."

"Alright, alright, I’ll have someone deliver materials over, you come and refit the house, strengthen it, counting as skilled work at $400 a day!"

"Okay okay! I’ll message you the address soon."

After the call ended, everyone’s expressions grew increasingly peculiar.

Unable to contain curiosity, Zhang Yanping asked: "For reinforcing and renovating this house, how much will the materials cost?"

Zhao Fangyuan nonchalantly replied: "For such a tiny area, how much could materials possibly cost? Three to five thousand could manage it well."

"I’ll get top-notch stuff, including inside essentials, setting the ceiling at $7000."

Everyone: ...

Materials $7000, labor $4000... You’ve just casually tricked Li Fuqiang into coughing up $20,000 without batting an eye!

That money flowed in swiftly!

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