However, watermelon juice is easy to oxidize and deteriorate, and the taste cannot be guaranteed at all.

In addition, watermelon is now a standard seasonal fruit. If you want to drink watermelon juice, why not just buy some watermelon and squeeze it?

Someone immediately said angrily, "This won't work, and that won't work. Are we just going to watch the watermelons rot in the fields?"

This sentence was like a fuse, igniting the anxiety of everyone present.

Even though Fu Song was not involved, he was still a little anxious because of them.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiuyue asked: "Mr. Fu, do you have any solution?"

Fu Song was stunned. He looked at Zhang Jiuyue in surprise: "Are you talking to me?"

Zhang Jiuyue was helpless: "If not with you, who else can I be with?"

Fu Song spread his hands: "But I can't help much with this matter. At most, I can arrange for all the after-meal fruits for the Huaguang Electronics Factory employees to be your watermelons!"

Yang Qingpi's eyes lit up instantly: "Xiao Fu, what a good idea!

The workers at Huaguang Electronics Factory are all farmers, and we farmers eat watermelons one by one.

I'll send you a million kilograms first so they can enjoy their feast."

Fu Song looked at Yang Qingpi helplessly.

It was hard for him to imagine what it would be like for workers in an electronics factory to eat a watermelon each after work.

Zhang Jiuyue coughed twice and said, "Qingpi, stop making trouble. I want to ask Mr. Fu to help me find a solution, not to ask him to buy our watermelons.

Mr. Fu, please don't be so modest.

With your talent in business, you will definitely be able to help us."

Zhang Jiuyue is not talking nonsense.

Fu Song is not only good at drawing talismans, every industry he manages can be called a business textbook.

Therefore, if there is anyone who can save everyone's watermelon fields, it must be Fu Song.