"So you just threw the ranch to me?"

I followed these two people on the strange stone road with a confused look on my face, and continued to confirm the matter along the way.

The suspicious fat man tried to show an honest and reliable expression, but in my eyes it looked extremely suspicious.

"Mr. Marcus, this is your legal property, and there is no doubt about your inheritance!"

Seeing that I couldn't get the answer from this person, I turned my eyes to the tall hat sheriff Harris beside me again.

The overly straightforward sheriff obviously had no ability to hide his intentions and said the reason earnestly.

"Mr. Marcus, this ranch is currently the largest non-performing asset in the town."

Seeing this, Thomas, the mayor next to him came over to explain.

"Twenty years ago, this ranch was the largest industry in the town. Later, the old rancher transferred the ranch to the big city to spend his old age, so we didn't wait for the new owner."

"As the buildings age, we even need to subsidize funds to ensure that this place does not become a nest for wild beasts."

"Last year we mobilized villagers to resist spontaneously and tumbleweeds running out of the ranch!"

“………”

I listened carefully to their reasons, which means that I am the most suitable sucker for this ranch at the moment?

"Mr. Marcus, please go to the tavern first. We can discuss the operation of the ranch carefully. I believe you will change your mind."

The fat Thomas still didn't forget to sell his unsold ranch, and took me to a small-scale tavern.

The front facade of this tavern is not outstanding. The two yellow-brown doors serve as embellishments to decorate the house as much as possible, but they still cannot stop the smell of disrepair. Judging from the chairs inside, there may be no more than ten regular customers, which is far from reaching a normal profitable state.

I found a bar chair to sit down, ignored the daily discussions between the two people next to me, and began to care about the panels on me.

I opened up the character attributes at the edge of my vision, which contained a large section of complex calculation formulas and data. The simplest one I can understand the most is about the calculation of current abilities.

“The character background story:

Childhood: Shining urban children

Adult: Roamer

Characteristics:

Death (Golden)

Son of Nature (Golden)

Beiye (golden)

Role Skills:

Shooting: 8 Handsome

Fighting: 4 First look at the door

Social: 6 A little bit

Taming the beast:7 Getting better

Medical: 5 Suddenly Impreciated

Cooking: 8 Handsome

Construction: 0 I don't know anything

Planting: 10 with ease

Mining: 2 Beginners to practice

Art: 3 Just a little bit of knowledge

Handmade: 1 Unknown

Intelligence: 7 Getting better”

I looked carefully and found that among these skills, except for the golden abilities that have bonus, almost all the others are at the level of half a bucket of water, especially the construction and manual skills, which almost all fell below the numerical table.

Did I move all the bricks in those years in vain?

No, maybe because I was just writing code in the virtual world, I have never touched the bricks and nails...

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in front of him turned out from behind the bar, with light golden curly hair and two beards, but he could only see a depressed expression in his face. If you have to describe it, the square face and beard formed with a "囧" character, which seemed too serious.

Seeing that our uninvited guests did not say hello much, he asked after saying hello in a brief manner on the topic of weather.

"Is this guy new?"

Before I could answer, the mayor Thomas had already reported my identity.

"Dart, come and meet me. This is the new owner of the ranch. Your food supply can get rid of the hateful offshore transporter in the future!"

When the topic comes to Thomas's mouth, people can always find the beautiful side of things, but for the other side...

"Mr. Mayor, I haven't decided to run this ranch yet. There are too many difficulties in front of me. I don't understand carpenter work, nor have I planted land, and I can't learn how to repair a house. It won't take long, I'm afraid I'll ask you to repair a tombstone for me."

I asked back with a look of indifference.

But the serious boss in front of him continued.

"Young man, it may take some time for that ranch to resume production. You can come to my shop for dinner first. I also operate two accommodation houses upstairs, so I can temporarily live there and use the future goods to pay the bill."

I suddenly realized that no wonder the Fat Town Mayor didn't take me to another place at the first stop, but to this bar.

I'm afraid I've guessed that this boss would help?

Harris also responded: "You can also find some work in the town to do first, or patrol my town. In addition to the town, there are also mountains and beaches, I need people to be responsible for it for a long time."

After saying that, the three of them remained silent and surrendered to me.

"Then I'll...try it?"

After all, I am not familiar with the use of this newly launched gold finger. If I farm very quickly or are not afraid of pain when I get beaten, I am afraid that I will be less helpful to me than this boss’s meal.

"Great, Mr. Marcus, no, I want to call you ranch owner! You can come to me anytime if you need anything, and I live in a house north of the town."

Maybe because I was afraid that I would regret it, Thomas immediately thought of leaving and took Harris away from the bar, leaving only me and the bar owner staring at each other.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to slide into the irreversible abyss, I quickly opened my mouth to find a topic.

"Mr. Dart, how long have you been opening this bar?"

The bar owner's beards shook twice, and after a long time he spoke.

"It has been five years since the year my wife died."

“…………”

I quickly found another topic and tried to save face.

“What kind of wine is your specialty here?”

The bar owner seemed a little surprised by the topic and replied.

"I only sell one kind of bourbon here, but for some reason, everyone likes to bring Dick's wine to consume."

“…………”

My social skills are clearly at level 6, and I have achieved a little success according to the instructions. I can negotiate, persuade, manipulate, lead and motivate others. Why does it seem that there are only options to anger others when I come to me.

"You should have a good business here, right?"

I tried to bring out a universal sentence to win back my face.

"There are always a few people who like to come. Thomas likes to pay credit, Harris likes to persuade others to quit drinking, Sebala, old man likes to throw things when he gets drunk, Dick likes to mock my wine, and Bakir always says something that others don't understand. Sometimes I hope they can come twice less."

Suddenly the wind blew across the empty bar and walked through the stunned me.

I don’t know what to say anymore. Boss, your business has no future and you are not interested. What are you doing when you are here!

"Boss... have you...didn't you think about changing careers?"

The silent middle-aged man suddenly had a firm look in his eyes.

"After no one at home cooks, I am responsible for cooking by myself. When I think about it, I can do two of them alone, so it would be better to open a restaurant."

"After thinking about it, there were no customers just cooking, so I simply changed it to a bar to sell some wine at night."

"I thought about it later, I would just open two more accommodation rooms upstairs."

“The road to the dining and accommodation chain is absolutely right.”

What kind of reasoning are you doing?

I don't know what this logical chain can do and nothing can do, and I ask carefully.

“What is the occupancy rate of your house upstairs?”

Dart flipped through the front desk account book and said firmly.

“Although there are only guests in summer, the occupancy rate in summer is 50%!”

That means you can only rent out one in summer all year round, and no one at other times isn’t it!
Chapter completed!