Her Cultivation Diary

Zhao Fangyuan treats every client equally.

At this moment, Zhang Yanping has the budget sheet and the blueprints, just as Lun Chuan does. Song Tan leaned over to look at the phone screen, quickly feeling dizzy from the dense numbers on the grid.

Sigh, innate spirit root didn't grow in mathematics anyway, so I might as well not look!

But the renderings on the tablet were truly eye-catching, she really liked them.

The room was quiet, with just the two of them. The room was warm and cozy, and Song Tan could feel the warmth of their arms touching.

"Xiaolun, Xiaolun."

She called out.

"Hmm?" Lun Chuan withdrew his gaze from the phone and looked up at her, "Do you want some water?"

"Nothing much." Song Tan laughed, "I just wanted to ask you, are you really staying here?"

When she smiled, she turned slightly towards him, her long, smooth hair slipping from her shoulders.

The icy, jet-black hair, like fine silk, gently brushed against the back of his hand, brushing against Lun Chuan's heart as if it were softly swiped by fuzzy velvet.

He paused for a moment, then said,

"My mom is originally from Ning City, and it's closer to Ning City, so she has no issues adjusting. As for me, I work freely, have no pets, and no other family, so I can be anywhere."

"Besides, aren't all your family and friends here? It's the minority adapting to the majority, so of course, I should come over."

"That's a great answer." Song Tan praised with bent brows, then leaned over, supporting her hand on the sofa, lightly brushing his warm lips, disappearing in a flash.

Then she curiously asked,

"But that answer was rational, what about emotionally?"

Lun Chuan touched his lips in a daze, then looked at Song Tan's smiling eyes and smiled wryly. He then assertively leaned over, his mumbled words disappearing between their lips,

"Emotionally... before meeting you, I had never experienced a [fluttering heart], I want something more lasting, and I want to hold onto the beautiful parts..."

So, if the mountain won't come to me, I can only go to the mountain.

The tablet fell beside him, and the images on the PPT were auto-scrolling. The macaron-colored castle, mushroom-like, served as a distant view, increasingly looking like a fairy tale under the blue and pink hydrangea flowers in the foreground.

In the first room, dominated by black and white tones, the large expanse of thorns and deep red roses extended from the window, intertwined, lit dimly by candlelight, and the silver cross sparkled.

This is [Red]

Outwardly harmonious, but inside it's the Su Family Gardens style windows and room lights intersecting, merging with the sunset, bypassing the screen, creating an orange silhouette.

Outside the window, the twilight is visible at the sky's edge, blue and purple clouds, obviously a typical countryside scene, yet framed at an exceptional angle to create a romantic and melancholy sunset.

[This is Orange]

When the purple fairy tale magic cottage finished playing, the video automatically stopped, and no one paid attention to it anymore.

...

Compared to the romance here, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun were in extreme distress.

The budget sheet was made very clear, and the renderings were done quite well.

But...

Over budget!

The actual work hasn't even begun, but the budget sheet is already over budget!

Once the real construction starts, needless to say, it will only exceed again!

He and Xin Jun pondered over their small savings, realizing the funds they had scraped together might not even last until the opening, and at this moment, they stared wide-eyed at the budget sheet, wondering if there was any room to cut.

But...

"It's so hard! Why does it seem like everything is so necessary?"

Zhao Fangyuan also lamented, "The price increase on building materials is quite severe. Moreover, what you're building is a guesthouse, a whole building! You have to completely furnish each room... even using standard materials, the accumulation is unbearable!"

She suggested, "How about this? Isn't it three floors? Leave the bottom two floors empty for now, the village won't really have that many people coming anyway, you've got too many rooms left over..."

Too many? Actually, not at all.

After all, Lun Chuan did say that a film crew would come then, lingering for a month or two, and this income can't be missed!

As for later...

Needless to say, once the crew's gone and summer comes, it'll once again be the fisherman's world!

For affordable small rooms, nothing else is needed; just let them rest temporarily during noon and grab a place in advance...

Some fishermen travel the world with a single fishing rod, unfazed by dining in the wind and sleeping under the sky. Yet, there are some fishermen who are outrageously wealthy.

Couple that with meals from the cafeteria...

Surely there'll be customers, right? Surely?

After all, there's no competition nearby!

Although due to financial constraints, the positioning can't compare to the fairy tale castle of Lun Chuan. But that doesn't mean there's no business to be had.