Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 833 - 823. Most Decisive

Chapter 833: 823. Most Decisive

I’m telling you, you really shouldn’t say.

Qi Lin is usually reticent, who would’ve thought there were such depths to him! All these things, each one trivial, but speaking of them, they are indeed essential matters...

Oh my! Song Tan became even more reluctant to let him go.

At this moment, the car turned onto the national highway, and she cautiously asked: "So... after your exams are over, you’ll come back, right?"

Thinking about Professor Song’s three students, when she is with Yan Ran, she notices that she is not somebody who suffers losses lightly and possesses quick wits and courage.

When she is with Qi Lin, she finds that he doesn’t speak much but hits the nail on the head every time.

There’s also Tai Xiaodong, usually careless and sloppy, but he’s also exceptionally capable...

Such talent, not yet entrusted with important tasks, is indeed Tantan’s oversight!

Thinking about her current income, Song Tan’s confidence soared as she spoke: "How about you guys just join us directly next year, with a monthly salary of eight thousand, social insurance, housing provident fund, including food and accommodation; just to clarify, it’s the mountain canteen!"

Qi Lin was taken aback, not expecting such generosity: "Really that generous?"

The terms of the offer aside, he found the basic salary of 8000 quite astonishing that Song Tan could offer it.

Song Tan thought to herself that she was just short on money before!

However, paying them 8000 is indeed worthwhile, not to mention they are capable of handling everything and even planning the fields. Considering the extensive connections behind them...

Looking at Professor Song, who knows if his students won’t have their networks in the future?

Qi Lin, now thinking about the canteen changes, felt a tinge of melancholy.

He silently considered his options: Working in the countryside is naturally not as stable as working in an institution or workplace at the academy. Still, nowadays, everything there also depends on competition, networking, funding, various assessments, evaluations, and paper requirements...

Not to mention the unavoidable social gifting, daily expenses; with his 8000 a month, if he can save 3000 by month’s end, it would be a blessing.

But at Song Tan’s place...

Forget it, I’ll buy two sets of sturdy work clothes, keep a net 8000 a month, give grandpa 1000, and perhaps even manage to save 6000. And the canteen... although the ingredients might be somewhat inferior compared to home, which unit’s canteen could match its flavors?

More importantly, even if something unexpected happens here, and later on, he wants to change places, Professor Song wouldn’t abandon him.

Weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Qi Lin quickly made a decision: "Deal. 8000 after tax, let’s settle on that."

Song Tan: ...

She clearly meant before tax!

But unexpectedly, the one with the steadiest personality, Qi Lin, turned out to have the strongest decisiveness!

The two negotiated over pre-tax and after-tax all the way until the car turned onto a section of the road that was hardly better than the one in Yunqiao Village; Song Tan also sighed—

Oh, this road!

Come on, build the road!

Secretary Xiaozu had shown her the planning map already, and this time, two sections of the road that connected the villages would go straight through other fields. What used to be a two-hour drive to the urban area, once it’s paved with asphalt, it could be done in one hour!

And if it’s faster, perhaps even 40 minutes is possible!

Oh, just the thought of it set her heart aflame. After all, she promised Qiaoqiao to plant strawberries, and this thing really does depend on the transportation.

Qi Lin was puzzled: "Nowadays, strawberries are individually packed in foam boxes, each tier wrapped as a whole, even with roads like this, the impact shouldn’t be much, right?"

Lao Song’s family obviously deals with high-end fruits; this kind of packaging is to be expected.

Song Tan, however, shook her head: "No, no, no matter how good the packaging is, it can easily get damaged during transportation, and I really can’t be bothered with after-sales service."

It’s like when they sold peaches in the past, despite explicitly stating that there would be no after-sales service for broken tips of Eagle Beak Peaches, there were still people fussing over "why isn’t it perfect given the price" and demanding compensation for the whole box...

Zhang Yanping, thoroughly vexed, decided to sternly declare: "Okay, dear customer, you’re welcome to send the peaches back, and we’ll refund both the courier costs and the price of the peaches to you."

It was only then that the customer calmed down.

But this approach was not viable and Zhang Yanping mentioned it to give Song Tan a heads-up. When it comes to packaging, you really can’t skimp on even a penny!

Fortunate that they hadn’t sold many peaches; otherwise, they’d have to add two more layers of protection for the peach tips.

Qi Lin was speechless.

It was his first time seeing someone finding it troublesome to make a lot of money. It’s probably because he had become familiar with Song Tan; somehow, it even seemed reasonable to him.

After all, with so many profitable varieties out there, why be stuck with something that’s difficult to preserve?

While they were speaking, the car stopped in front of a spacious red brick house.

"Boss Yang, are you home?"

"I’m coming!" A middle-aged man with tousled hair, wearing a red and black plaid shirt with a leather jacket over it, rushed out of the house, much like Song Sancheng when he used to work at home.

Song Tan immediately felt a kinship with the man.

On the other hand, the man was even more amicable: "You’re referred by Niu Ben, right? Come on, I’ll take you to see the sheep... Ah, my wife’s in the hospital, and the caregiver is not up to the task, I have to go there this afternoon, can’t delay!"

"Let’s get this straight, if you’re taking them, take them all this afternoon, don’t leave any here. Keeping sheep is such a hassle—they’re always bouncing around and getting hungry, and I don’t even have the time to feed them."

Song Tan, who hadn’t gotten a word in: ...

Even Qi Lin was at a loss for words: "I’ve never seen a businessman reveal so much upfront."

Wasn’t this clearly inviting others to haggle the price?

Who knew whether it was because Boss Yang spent all day with sheep, but he was truly a chatterbox, and without waiting for Song Tan’s response, he went on like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube:

"Since you were referred by Niu Ben, I won’t say much about the price. My sheep are good. If they weren’t, he wouldn’t have recommended them to you, right? The lambs are 20 per jin (500 grams), you also know the ewes, either pregnant or mated, are 22 per jin. And those rams, 24 per jin, all high-quality breeding stock!"

"There are 46 in total, the scale is over there—you can go and weigh them. If you don’t trust it, you can bring your own scale. Did you bring one?"

Song Tan: ...

She didn’t speak, wanting to wait and see if Boss Yang had anything else to add. Qi Lin almost fidgeted, thinking that although the price was fair, it wasn’t set in stone and could possibly be reduced by a thousand or eight hundred...

But Boss Yang truly lived up to his name and didn’t even give him a chance to speak.

All he heard was Boss Yang uttering nonstop: "If you didn’t bring a scale, it’s fine, you can trust me, I won’t short you even by a liang (50 grams)—Have you got your sheepfold ready? Sheep love to jump, they don’t like walking on flat ground, always hopping and bouncing. When you have time, just lead them into the mountains..."

Song Tan: ...

That’s it, her Riverside Beach is flat as can be. If they want to high jump, they’d have to go into the river to find a bit of height difference. Even the Cowshed Dormitory and the doghouse were raised a level next to the mountain just to be safe!

"Is there any chance they could be a bit calmer?" She asked sincerely: "The hills on both sides of my Riverside Beach are quite steep, they probably can’t climb them, they’ll be calmer, right?"

Boss Yang glanced at her: "Why are you asking me? You should ask the sheep! If you let them run, they’d dare scale even Mount Tai!"

But whether they’ll fall or not is another question.