The place arranged by the tour guide was in the farmyard named Grand Desert and River in Ningzhong City.
This kind of farmyard had a cheap residence and a beautiful environment. The food here was planted and made by the locals. It was all-natural. This cooperation was approved by Sylvia. This was the first time Sylvia came here.
In the past, this kind of tourist attraction accommodation would leave a bad impression on people. But now, in this era of rapid development and the sea of online information, many people already understood that what the public needed was better service. And places like this would never rip off their customers.
Although it was called a farmhouse, the facilities in the house were the same as those in normal hotels. Instead, due to the lack of rooms, the house was even cleaner and the food was also very good. Sylvia and Henry both gave good comments on this.
Usually, two people stayed in one house. The owner of the farmhouse would be responsible for their daily necessities.
In the farmhouse where Henry and Sylvia stayed, the owner was an old couple in their 60s. Their children had gotten married. They stayed here, but they didn't stay in order to make money. They had their own garden and fed the chickens. When someone came, they would take care of him. They had a good life.
By the time Henry and Sylvia finished their dinner, it was already 9:30 p.m.
"Old Master, how is the business going recently?" Sylvia walked to the side of the Old Master and asked as if she was chatting.
Old Master poured hot tea for the two of them, sighed, and shook his head. "Agh, a few months ago this place was quite popular, but it's been getting worse and worse in the past few months."
Sylvia gently blew on her teacup and said: "Is it because of the season? Most of the people would come here in the summer. Many activities are closed during the winter."
"No, in the past winter, there were many people staying here." The old man looked out of the window as if he was afraid of something. After making sure that there was no one outside the window, he whispered to Sylvia, "Miss, listen to me. If it's dark, don't go out. Don't join any bonfire or party outside."
"Why?" Sylvia didn't understand. She noticed the expression of the old man. When mentioning this, the old man seemed to be very careful, as if he was afraid of something. "Little girl, don't ask anymore." The old man shook his head and didn't want to say more. "Anyway, it's getting harder and harder to stay here. You should try not to come here in the future. In the past few months, many employees around have moved away. Only old men like me, who can't move anymore, decided to stay here and retire."
After the old master finished, he was afraid that Sylvia would ask more questions, so he quickly walked to the backyard and washed the dishes with his wife.
Sylvia looked at Henry beside her with a puzzled face.
Henry looked down at the ground as if he was thinking about something.
It was getting darker and darker, and the old man and his wife had already fallen asleep.
In the bedroom that the old master prepared for them, Sylvia was sitting in front of a desk. She kept looking at her mobile phone and recording something beside her with a pen.
"Hubby, I just asked Secretary Lee to collect information regarding today's trip. The amount they reported for free meals is seven hundred and sixty-four yuan. Including the cost of drinks, there's a total of one thousand and thirty-three yuan. The finances of this travel agency are completely virtual." Sylvia looked at the records and frowned. "There must be quite a few people involved in this matter. What do you think I should do?"
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