Chapter 33: Seeking Collaboration

Feng Yiming: [No way! They are all intelligent people; they wouldn't actually believe this, would they?]

Qiao Wenbai: [I’m very curious now—how did this Tour Guide Jiang manage to recruit them?]

Geng Cang: [Curiosity +1]

Wu Jie: [Curiosity +1]

Feng Yiming: [Curiosity +1]

...

The four of them chatted away in their small group, complaining about their elders while cracking jokes.

Up front, after Jiang Ye finished explaining the precautions, the four were stunned by a sudden chorus of praise.

"Haha, Xiao Ye, that was truly comprehensive," Zhang Huaiming praised.

Zhao Hong chimed in, "Xiao Ye, you must have been a tour guide for a long time, right? This is so meticulous."

"Modern young tour guides are usually so careless, but I don't see a hint of that in Xiao Ye. He really considers everything for us," Lin Ru added.

"Haha, Xiao Ye, our company organizes employee trips; I'll have to trouble you to help us plan them when the time comes," Jiang Yijun said, directly offering him business.

...

Hearing the six elders shower Jiang Ye with praise, Qiao Wenbai and his three friends were completely bewildered.

Their heads were filled with question marks.

They couldn't see what was so great about this Tour Guide Jiang. Compared to the tour guides they had dealt with in the past, he was far inferior!

The four of them complained frantically in their group chat.

Qiao Wenbai: [Are Uncle Zhang and the others okay?]

Wu Jie: [I keep feeling like something is wrong. Their attitude toward this Tour Guide Jiang is very abnormal.]

Geng Cang: [Yeah, I feel it too. It’s like President Jiang and the others are trying to curry favor with him.]

Feng Yiming: [Exactly! I have that feeling too. But he’s just a guide from an obscure little travel agency—why would they need to suck up to him?]

Qiao Wenbai: [Perhaps... and I mean perhaps, this time travel of ours is real.]

...

Wu Jie and the other two: [(⊙O⊙)...]

They all sent shocked expressions.

Qiao Wenbai: [I can't think of any other reason.]

Just then, Jiang Ye opened the duffel bag on the bus, which contained the Qin Dynasty clothing and wig caps he had purchased from the system.

Don't ask why he didn't use the previous batch; the damn system automatically reclaims them after the trip concludes. If you want these items, you have to buy them again from the system store.

Jiang Ye took out the neatly folded, rustic Qin Dynasty garments and their matching wig caps.

"Everyone, please change into these clothes," Jiang Ye said, distributing the items one by one. "This is to help everyone better immerse themselves in the Qin Dynasty environment."

The six CEOs took the clothes without a word and put them on with practiced ease.

As Zhang Huaiming tied the belt of his deep robe, he marveled, "The texture of this fabric is incredible. It’s much more refined than the replicas I’ve seen in museums."

When it came time to put on the wig caps, something even more miraculous happened.

As soon as Zhou Xingfu placed the wig cap on his head, the hair bun automatically conformed to his scalp, as if it were alive, adjusting its shape.

He touched his head in surprise: "Th-this, how does this wig feel like it's growing right out of my head?"

Zhao Hong intentionally shook his head vigorously, but the wig didn't budge: "Hey, no matter how hard I shake, it won't fall off!"

A flash of brilliance crossed Jiang Yijun’s eyes. He looked thoughtfully at Jiang Ye, who was helping others adjust their collars, and lowered his voice to say to Zhang Huaiming, "Old Zhang, I truly understand now why the higher-ups value this Tour Guide Jiang so much."

Lin Ru gently stroked the wig, feeling that marvelous, seamless fit: "This kind of technology definitely doesn't exist on the market."

The CEOs exchanged knowing glances.

Zhou Xingfu suddenly walked over to Jiang Ye with great enthusiasm: "Tour Guide Jiang, these clothes are so comfortable. Have you considered commercializing this technology? Our Xingfu Group would be very willing to invest."

"Old Zhou, that’s not very fair of you," Zhao Hong interrupted immediately. "If there’s an investment, you have to count my Hongyuan Group in too!"

"Hahaha, I’m actually quite fond of this wig cap. Many middle-aged and elderly people are troubled by hair loss; I think if the style were slightly modified, it would be ready for the market," Lin Ru said with a smile, looking at Jiang Ye. "Xiao Ye, are you willing to part with this technology? Let’s develop it together. You provide the tech, and I’ll provide the personnel and marketing."

Zhang Huaiming didn't rush to demand a partnership like the others; instead, he quietly observed every move Jiang Ye made. He noticed the accustomed attitude Jiang Ye displayed while distributing the clothes, as if these products—which surpassed modern technology—were entirely ordinary to him.

Facing the various partnership requests from the CEOs, Jiang Ye responded with a chuckle, "Respected CEOs, I’m just a small tour guide. I don't understand these things. Let’s get back to the tour itself."

...

Seeing Jiang Ye refuse, none of the CEOs were angry, but they all knew in their hearts that they must firmly grasp this opportunity to establish a deeper connection with this mysterious tour guide.

When Jiang Ye handed the rustic Qin Dynasty clothes to Qiao Wenbai and his group, Wu Jie secretly pinched the coarse hemp fabric and typed rapidly in the small group: [Aren't these clothes too ugly? Wearing them makes me look like an unearthed artifact.]

Geng Cang curled his lip as he put on the loose robe, sending a crying emoji in the group: [All that money my mom spent on my trendy hoodie went to waste.]

Feng Yiming quietly took a selfie and sent it to the group: [Guys, look at me—don't I look like an extra in a period drama?]

Qiao Wenbai glanced at the elders while tying his belt, complaining in the group: [These big shots are such good actors. They’re even praising the wigs to the high heavens; their acting is more over-the-top than my old man’s.]

The four of them dawdled while putting on the clothes, muttering to themselves as they watched the six CEOs enthusiastically discuss the details of the garments and wig caps with Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye handed the wig caps to them, and Feng Yiming took one reluctantly.

"Can this thing really stay on?" Wu Jie muttered, casually slapping the wig cap onto his head.

The next second, all four of them froze.

Geng Cang suddenly raised his hand to touch the top of his head, his eyes widening: "Holy crap! Wh-what is happening?"

His wig cap seemed to have melted, perfectly conforming to his scalp, with even the hairline looking as natural as real hair.

Qiao Wenbai shook his head frantically, but the wig didn't move an inch.

With trembling fingers, he typed a message in the group: [Guys, something huge has happened! This wig has a major, major problem!!!]

Feng Yiming yelled in shock: [Holy crap, holy crap! This wig cap is too extraordinary; it goes way beyond my understanding of wigs.]

The four of them looked at each other, finally understanding why those well-informed big shots were so respectful toward Jiang Ye.

Wu Jie swallowed hard, his expression completely changing as he looked at Jiang Ye again, whispering to his companions, "Were we being too reckless before?"

At that moment, the six CEOs were watching the shocked expressions of the four young men with meaningful gazes.

Zhang Huaiming chuckled and whispered to Jiang Yijun, "It seems the kids have realized something is off, too."

Jiang Yijun nodded slightly, "Now they should know that we weren't just playing along for the sake of the tour guide."

Although they didn't know exactly what the four boys were saying, they could catch a glimpse of the truth from their expressions alone.