Chapter 1687 Marcus Quinn’s Assertiveness (Part 2)

"Irving, go get the ledger." Water Spencer just happened to want to discuss the situation of the Holiday Village with him.

"This week, our restaurant customer count has been stable at at least one hundred people daily, with a daily profit of around 10,000, and a weekly net profit of 80,000. The sales from our online store are even more impressive; the fruits from the forest and the fish from the lake—over the week, we sold over 1,000 boxes of fruit and over 100 fish. Most people who come to eat will also buy some fruit to take home; fresh produce is a consumable, and the profits in this area are about 110,000 a week.

For accommodation, apart from occasional researchers from Suton and Imperial City on weekdays, there are basically no guests. On weekends there are more people, sometimes five to six individuals. And yesterday, with the phone bookings, all the standalone houses with yards for the next half month were fully booked. We’re puzzled and don’t know what’s going on. This week, accommodation only made a little over 10,000. In the week you were away, after costs, we netted 200,000."

Water Spencer happily calculates with his untobaccoed smoking pipe. Of course, all this accounting is done by Irving doing the math for him, and in his glee, he counts it out for Marcus Quinn.

"200,000 a week, it’s much better than I imagined. The fruits in the forest aren’t a concern; generally, once the season’s sales are over, we stop selling. However, with the wild fish from the lake, we need to start limiting the sales, and we’ll release more fry next spring," Marcus Quinn said. "As for accommodation, no need to rush. We have less than 50 rooms, many of which are standalone houses with yards. The Holiday Village is just starting to develop; fewer people mean less environmental damage. By the way, Attan, why did our bookings suddenly spike?"

Attan laughed and said, "Yesterday, during dinner, Constantine Stewart posted pictures of our Holiday Village on his social media. I estimate the people coming in the next half month are either rich or influential; we’re going to be busy."

"Is this Mr. Constantine so influential?" Irving asked, "Hearing this makes me a bit nervous."

The Water Spencer family has been staying in the village for over twenty years, separated from Imperial City by a great distance, outside of that social circle, so naturally, they’re unaware of the prominence of someone like Constantine Stewart.

"No need to be nervous; these rich folks come to the countryside to experience the authentic rural life. As long as we maintain a five-star level of cleanliness, the rest doesn’t matter," Attan said with a smile.

Having finished calculating the week’s income and expenses at the Holiday Village, Water Spencer went to the neighboring village to see if he could arrange a supply of cattle, sheep, and pigs from local farms. Marcus Quinn finished unpacking all the packages and then aired out the bedding.

Attan completed the finances from their trip to Imperial City; the largest expense was a ring purchase. Before coming back, they gave 1,000,000 to Uncle Dee for renovations. Altogether, they spent 7,500,000, which left Attan somewhat concerned as they only had a little over 2,000,000 left, while the scale of expenses was substantial.

After calculating the expenses, Attan watched Marcus Quinn returning with the bedding—bright red sheets with a touch of festivity. She opened her mouth but was speechless.

"Marcus, don’t the sheets need to be washed first?" What she actually wanted to say was, why use this set? It feels strange, very suggestive.

The man spread the bedding out, looked at her intently, and said in a low voice, "They’re going to be washed tomorrow anyway."

Attan: "..."

"We only have a little over 2,000,000 left. After buying a car, we’re down to just 1,000,000." Attan changed the subject.

Seeing her holding the account book and looking at him innocently with her clear eyes, Marcus Quinn immediately pulled her into his embrace.

"You can’t entice me with those big eyes anymore," he said hoarsely, breathing uneasily after kissing her.

Aw, she hadn’t done anything.

With Marcus’s interruption, Attan completely forgot about her financial worries. Fortunately, Marcus was going to cook dinner, and once he left, Attan propped her chin up, looking at the festive bedding, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Marcus prepared six dishes and a soup for dinner; everyone ate to their heart’s content. Aunt Water tidied up afterward, while Marcus was pulled aside by Old Weng and Oliver Zolotov for a chat. Attan returned to the house, took a shower, and curled up in bed playing on her phone.

It was already the end of November; despite no temperature drop, winter had started, and South River was indeed chilly. Especially in the unpolluted mountains, it’s a few degrees cooler than elsewhere. Attan was covered by the newly bought down blanket but soon felt warm and stretched her arms out.

She was browsing social media. After flying back today and spending another two-hour drive from Suton, after dinner, she felt drowsy, and fell asleep half-way through browsing her phone, only to be woken by the man’s kiss.