Chapter 289 - 288: Inquiring for Information, the Zhao Family’s Son

Chapter 289: Chapter 288: Inquiring for Information, the Zhao Family’s Son

[DING...]

[Host, please remain for another two minutes.]

Although the prompt was just this one sentence, a thought struck Lin Feng.

Since the system was telling him to stay here for two minutes, it was highly likely that the person he was looking for would appear after that time was up.

Or at least, information about that person.

When Cao Ming and Su Ruoxi heard Lin Feng say he was leaving, they had already started walking toward the alley’s exit.

But after walking for a bit, they suddenly realized Lin Feng hadn’t followed them.

The two of them turned around to see Lin Feng state calmly:

"Let’s stay here a little longer. I want to see if there’s anywhere to eat nearby."

Lin Feng just made up an excuse.

Neither Cao Ming nor Su Ruoxi suspected anything.

After inspecting the plot of land earlier, none of them had had a chance to eat dinner.

The town hadn’t undergone much commercial development.

This meant there were very few signs of commerce.

So, the kinds of eateries you could normally find everywhere were not common in Cyan Mountain Town.

After all, most people just ate at home.

Back at Boss Tian’s industrial park, the factories provided meals.

There was no need for people to eat out.

That’s why places like restaurants were indeed quite rare.

Using this as a pretext, Lin Feng strolled slowly through the small alley.

For those two minutes, Lin Feng focused all his senses on sight and sound.

With the system’s prompt, Lin Feng wasn’t about to miss a single detail.

"Your youngest son is doing so well for himself now. He must be earning a lot all year round."

This was said by a sharp-looking old woman.

The woman across from her had a proud expression.

But she still spoke humbly, saying her son wasn’t all that capable.

Anyone with eyes could see she didn’t mean it.

Since the topic had shifted to their children, somehow, they started talking about someone else.

"Speaking of this generation, the one having the hardest time is actually the Zhao Family’s son."

"He used to do well for himself in the big city. A few years back, it looked like he had saved up some money and even built a new house."

"How come he’s been doing worse than people with less education these past two years?"

The old woman sighed.

A nosy neighbor who knew the situation chimed in:

"I heard the kid was doing fine out there, but he insisted on starting his own business and lost everything."

"These days, not just anyone can strike out on their own and make money."

"That kid from the Zhao Family is too ambitious. He’s been arrogant since he was little."

"Maybe suffering a bit now will be a good thing for him in the future."

"It’s a shame. You said he was earning a lot in the big city, but he just had to quit his job."

"Young people have their own ideas these days. Just let him do his thing."

"Besides, the kid’s sharp. Even if his business failed, he can always go back to his old profession and live well."

Hearing this, Lin Feng’s intuition told him that this man with the surname Zhao they were discussing was likely the person he was looking for.

He didn’t say anything, though.

He just lingered a little longer, continuing to listen to what they had to say about the man.

"The Zhao Family’s son... I heard he used to make four or five hundred thousand a year back in the day."

Someone nearby was puzzled. "If he was making that much money, why would he even think of starting a business?"

When it came to that, no one else was very clear on the details.

Generally, very few people would give up a stable, high-paying job after a few years to start their own business.

Starting a business carries huge risks, and you could very well lose everything you put in.

Among all the people who try, very few succeed.

The success rate is like one in a million.

"Isn’t tech really hot right now? The kid wanted to develop some kind of software himself, but somehow he ended up losing all his money."

Someone nearby sighed with regret.

"But he should still have some savings from his earlier years, right? Life shouldn’t be too hard for him."

The old woman let out a long sigh and said.

The person next to her shook their head, disagreeing. "I think that kid is too proud and ambitious. He’s already lost a huge amount of money but still hasn’t given up..."

"He’s just like when he was a kid—he won’t give up until he hits a brick wall."

Hearing this, the neighbors all fell silent.

In a small town like this, the older generation still felt it was better to have a stable job.

Most people weren’t optimistic about things like starting a business.

Especially these days, trying to carve out a path in a market that’s already been more or less divided is harder than climbing to heaven.

It couldn’t be helped. Sometimes, reality is just that cruel.

Countless people have met with crushing defeat on the path of entrepreneurship, and no one ever knows if they’ll be one of the lucky ones.

It’s unclear who brought it up, but the topic changed.

Everyone moved on from talking about that man.

Perhaps people just don’t like dwelling on sad stories.

Lin Feng had heard enough.

By now, Lin Feng was completely certain that this person surnamed Zhao was the one the system wanted him to find!

Someone who, after just a few years of hard work in a big city, could raise his salary to four or five hundred thousand.

Someone with the courage to give up a high salary and choose the path of entrepreneurship.

’A person with such ability and guts...’ Lin Feng was now rather curious.

He was curious about what kind of business he was trying to start.

"Let’s go. There’s nothing to eat here. If worst comes to worst, we can borrow the landlord’s stove later."

Lin Feng, having gotten the information he wanted, was satisfied.

Naturally, he no longer wanted to stay.

As Lin Feng left, he made a mental note.

He memorized the address of this area.

He figured the man surnamed Zhao must live nearby.

When Lin Feng and the others returned, they were surprised to find that a full meal had already been laid out for them inside.

"The food is still warm. Don’t tell me the landlord provides meals along with the lodging?"

Cao Ming curiously touched the serving dishes.

Lin Feng shook his head. "The landlord of this house is an old woman. She’s getting on in years, where would she find the time and energy to cook all this?"

Su Ruoxi also felt it was unlikely the landlady had made it.

"And it’s all home-style cooking,"

Su Ruoxi noted, glancing at the dishes.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then directly called Chen Yong.

As soon as the call connected, before Lin Feng could even speak, Chen Yong asked from the other end, "Mr. Lin, the meal we prepared for you is on the table. Please, enjoy."

"It’s all local home-style cooking, so please don’t mind the simplicity."

Lin Feng understood at once. It was indeed Chen Yong and his people who had prepared the meal.

"It looks great, and I’m sure it tastes wonderful. Thank you for your hospitality."

After ending the call, Lin Feng told the other two that Chen Yong’s group had prepared it.

"These guys are pretty thorough with their service, finding us a place to stay and even preparing our food."

"So attentive it’s almost scary."

Cao Ming picked up his chopsticks, ready to dig in.

Su Ruoxi smiled beside him and said, "So many eyes are on that plot of land right now. They’re just trying to curry favor."

Lin Feng patted Cao Ming’s hand. "Let’s wait a little longer. Xiaowu and the others will be back soon."

Cao Ming slapped his forehead. "Look at my memory! I completely forgot about those two!"