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Nan Xian was called away by a phone call. When she arrived at the location mentioned by the program crew, she learned that everyone was going to town that afternoon to help the villagers of Buxianxian Village sell their goods.

This was a step that Nan Xian had not experienced in her previous two encounters.

Something was definitely amiss, so she immediately went to the director's dressing room to find Director Deng, but—

A deputy director surnamed Hu, whom she rarely interacted with, came out to greet her. Deputy Director Hu said that Director Deng was suddenly unwell and that he would be filling in for him this afternoon.

He also subtly indicated that the content of the program recording would change due to various factors, such as the weather, time, and even the guests' condition, and that this time, it was not within Nan Xian's jurisdiction.

While Assistant Director Hu was speaking, Nan Xian observed his facial expressions closely.

Stiff, just like the stiffness of Mr. and Mrs. Qian.

She understood.

"...Therefore, the schedule for this afternoon has been adjusted. I hope you can understand."

Nan Xian smiled, pretending not to notice anything, said "okay" and left the lounge.

**

The group of six boarded a bus and, after a bumpy ride of more than half an hour, finally arrived at their destination – Ginkgo Town.

Ginkgo Town is a famous tourist town in Qingcheng and a key government-supported project. It used to be just an ordinary farming village, but now it has been transformed into a popular tourist destination, generating substantial revenue for Qingcheng every year.

There is a ginkgo market in Ginkgo Town, where local residents sell vegetables and fruits they grow themselves, as well as handmade trinkets such as bamboo baskets and rattan hats.

Today, all the guests' task is to help the villagers of Buxian Village "sell goods." The group that sells the most goods will have the right to choose clues three times, while the other two groups can only take one clue.

First, they drew lots to decide what each group would sell. Nan Xian drew rattan hats from Aunt Chai's house, Wei Zeling drew handmade pastries from Grandma Wang's house, and Lang Zhuo drew rapeseed oil pressed by Grandpa Li's family.

Nan Xian was lucky; Aunt Chai's stall was located in the middle of the market. The stall on the left sold candied hawthorns, and the stall on the right sold sugar paintings. Each stall was more eye-catching than the last, so this location was sure to attract customers.

She and He Mingxiao put on their rattan hats, and the handsome man and beautiful woman were particularly eye-catching. No one passing by could help but take a second look.

Nan Xian had a sweet tongue and was in charge of sales. When she saw the middle-aged women in the tour group wearing red, green and purple silk scarves, she would hold up a stack of rattan hats and enthusiastically invite them to try them on. The middle-aged women were coaxed by her sweet words and saw that the rattan hats were exquisitely made and reasonably priced, so they were all happy to pay for one.

Seeing the pretty young girl, she smiled and pushed He Mingxiao forward. With the "handsome man" added to the charm, more and more people gathered around Aunt Chai's stall. The stacks of rattan hats on the ground were picked up one after another, and in no time, only a few hats with relatively less stunning patterns were left.

Nan Xian's throat was dry from talking, so she took advantage of a break to drink water and went to "spy on the enemy's situation".

Wei Zeling's progress was unexpectedly smooth. This time, many of Yu Lin's fans came, and they practically fought over buying all the pastries. Grandma Wang was overjoyed and worked hard to make new ones.

Nan Xian estimated their inventory and then calculated the prices, and a sense of unease crept into her heart.

The pastries aren't expensive individually, but they're plentiful. A box sells for thirty yuan, so fifty boxes would be fifteen hundred yuan. But back home, a rattan hat only costs 28 yuan, and we couldn't even sell fifty...

No! We have to win!

Nan Xian munched on a roasted sweet potato she had taken from Lang Zhuo as she hurried back to her stall.

Before she even got close, she saw two shy girls standing in front of He Mingxiao, talking to him.

He Mingxiao leaned forward slightly. He seemed to have heard something and paused for a moment before breaking into a delighted smile.

Nan Xian raised an eyebrow: Oh?