There was no job posting on the sign; it only listed the price of apples.

[Hilarious! Qin Yuanyao is being presumptuous and showing off again. Does anyone need her to sell apples? She looks down on other jobs just to waltz into selling apples?]

[The other guests have already started working and earning money. If the other party really doesn't need them to sell apples, I doubt Qin Yuanyao can even raise enough for travel expenses.]

Qin Yuanyao and the others walked back, and after leaving the commercial street, they indeed saw an old man selling apples by the roadside.

My uncle sat in a chair with a bunch of red apples and a card in front of him. The card said the apples were 4 yuan a pound.

Next to him was a light truck with its rear cargo door open, and the truck was still mostly filled with apples.

The uncle was scrolling through short videos on his phone and didn't even look up when he heard footsteps approaching. He was selling apples in a very Zen-like way.

Qin Yuanyao glanced at the license plate number of the light truck.

Chi Baiyi glanced at the license plate number out of the corner of his eye, following Qin Yuanyao's gaze, and instantly understood what Qin Yuanyao was planning.

"Uncle, your apples are great!" Qin Yuanyao said with a smile.

The uncle turned off his phone screen and looked at her: "Want some? These apples are all homegrown, they're so crisp and sweet, they're delicious."