Wang Yang and his group watched the animals in the pig pen for a long time before preparing to leave.
President Qin had arranged tents for them, and everyone he had brought could spend the night in the ranch's Tent Experience Area.
But as soon as he left the pig pen, one sightseeing minibus after another pulled up, unloading so many tourists that the area around the pig pen grew crowded.
As Wang Yang and the others headed toward the Tent Experience Area, they realized the ranch was already packed with people. The paths set aside for visitors were crowded shoulder to shoulder.
"Honey, there are so many people. President Qin's ranch is really popular," Su Juan said in surprise, holding Wang Yang's arm.
"It's super popular," Wang Yang added. How long had they been there? Already, the newcomers were packed in like this.
At this rate, Qinglin Ranch would probably have to limit visitor numbers soon, too.
Just as Wang Yang had guessed, the ranch had exceeded its visitor capacity.
Gao Yaoyao had already ordered the ranch to stop selling tickets and limit admissions. It wasn't even noon yet, but apart from the 1,000 tickets sold in advance, more than 5,000 people had already passed through the gates.
In other words, in less than half a day, the ranch had welcomed nearly 6,000 visitors.
Qin Lin was a little surprised when he received the report.
He had known that a ranch built around Quality 2 Dogtooth Grass would be incredibly appealing, thanks to its promotional video, and that it might eventually have to limit visitor numbers. But he hadn't expected so many tourists to visit before half the day was even over.
The numbers had far exceeded their estimates.
It seemed southerners were more enthusiastic about this kind of