Everyone has something awesome to show for them back in school!
Tang Ke said that he really didn't have that back then. His family was quite strict when he was in school, and he had to be the best in his studies. Now, listening to Xie Tingsi's chat, it seems that his high school years were just endless problems to solve and books to memorize.
The most rebellious things he ever did were dating and writing novels.
The morning's work was quite fruitful, but the seven of us still couldn't do as much as the older folks.
The old ladies said that a factory truck would come to pick it up in the afternoon, so they wouldn't have to deliver it themselves.
They have to deal with what they picked themselves; the money they make in the afternoon will cover their food expenses for tonight and tomorrow.
The seven guests looked at the nine large baskets piled on the ground in silence. Fortunately, they were not very skilled at picking, so they picked relatively few baskets, but it would not be easy to dispose of them.
There is a market in town, but it's not easy to sell things in the afternoon.
Besides, selling only grapes would be too monotonous.
“We can sell grape smoothies!” Yan Qing suggested.
Gu Xiaojun ruthlessly shattered Yan Qing's fantasy: "Freezing ice takes time."
[Ugh, why wasn't there a live stream this morning?!]
[I heard it's a software overhaul! A lot of streamers who plagiarized or skirted the line have been banned.]
[I heard they're cracking down hard right now!]
All live streams this morning have been shut down!
Because the freeze-frame video was exclusively broadcast on Tomato Video, the software underwent a major overhaul in the morning, with stricter censorship, and all live streams were shut down, meaning the grape-picking session in the morning was a pre-recorded broadcast.
The guests just didn't know that.
[Are these grapes for sale? Put them on the shelf! I want to buy some!]
[Does anyone know what happened this morning? Why do the husbands look so disheveled after not seeing them for half a day?]
[What is that ugly thing my wife wears on her arm?]
"Are there any big cities around?" Yu Qiuchi asked. If they couldn't sell their goods in the town, they could go to the city.
"Yes, there is... but it might not be very convenient. It takes at least an hour to drive from the town to the city." Jiang Chenzhou was checking the map.
"How about we sell products online?" Xie Tingsi said, looking at the camera that was filming them.
Tang Ke shook his head: "These grapes are too ripe. They'll rot before they reach other areas, except for those shipped within the same city."
“We can buy ice cubes at milk tea shops; most milk tea shops sell them,” Song Yaozhuo said.
"We can spend money?" Yan Qing was shocked!
Song Yaozhuo looked down on Yan Qing's intelligence: "The program team didn't explicitly state it, and the phone wasn't confiscated, so why can't it be done?"
"In that case, we can buy yogurt too! And make fried yogurt!" Xie Tingsi had helped his roommate sell fried yogurt before, so he knew how to do it!
“There is a night market in Xicheng, which is bustling with people. Although it’s a bit far, we can take a ride with the production crew!”
Actually, Yu Qiuchi had other ideas, but since everyone already had them, he didn't need to take action! After all, that's what makes it interesting!
[Is it possible that the money from selling the grapes might not even cover the cost of the round-trip gas, yogurt, ice, and all the miscellaneous equipment expenses?]
[Silence fell over the upstairs window]
[Never mind, as long as my wife is happy.]
“But we need to buy the yogurt maker and smoothie maker on the spot!” Gu Xiaojun calculated for a moment. “At this rate, we might not even make more money than we actually sell. Losing money is one thing, but I’m afraid the production team will make us deduct the cost and use the remaining money we actually earn to eat dinner…”
Everyone fell silent again; this was probably something the production team could have come up with!
Yu Qiuchi felt that his own idea was more reliable, even though it was somewhat shameless: "If the old lady and the others can sell their grapes to processing plants, why can't we?"
"Is it possible? Will they accept it?" Yan Qing's eyes were filled with a foolish clarity.
“It should be possible. The village chief’s partner is Zhenyi Milk,” Gu Xiaojun said after thinking for a moment.
"It's normal to rely on connections when you're out in the world," Tang Ke agreed.
Zhenyi Milk belongs to the Yu Group, and their heir is right here, so why worry about not being able to sell it?
Compared to the other guests' happiness, Jiang Chenzhou remained silent, as he thought of Mo Weiyun's words again...
[The difference between me and Rich Guy...]
[It suddenly reminded me of my school days. I worked my butt off for three years in junior high and got into high school with a score of 700, while someone else got in with just 200 points through connections...]
As expected, just like the guests thought, they did accept it, but at more than half the price of the villagers. They only gave them 250 yuan for the eight large baskets. What a heartless capitalist!
The more I negotiated, the lower the price went, and we finally made a deal!
It's better to be stupid than nothing! But actually, Zhou Baixi was behind this!
Aside from Yu Qiuchi, the remaining guests were discussing how a fool could eat four meals.
However, Yu Qiuchi was somewhat surprised by the visitor; it was Assistant Tang. Now, even Assistant Tang had to come personally to purchase some fruit.
"Young Master." Assistant Tang, wearing glasses and a black suit, looked exactly like the president's special assistant described in novels!
"Assistant Tang? What are you doing here?" Yu Qiuchi looked at the car behind him, a low-key yet luxurious black Maybach. Usually, the presence of Assistant Tang meant that his brother was probably here as well.
Sure enough, the car window rolled down, and a hand with distinct knuckles gestured for Yu Qiuchi to come over, as if calling a dog.
"Young Master, Mr. Mo is waiting for you in the car!"
Although Yu Qiuchi outwardly showed disdain for Mo Weiyun's gesture, he moved forward without hesitation.
As soon as Yu Qiuchi got into the car, she pounced on him, exclaiming, "Brother, what brings you here!"
"I have something to take care of?" Mo Weiyun said casually.
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