Eighty catties of lychees from Jiuzhenfang have already been pre-ordered. Not only is the Fengjing family eagerly waiting, but Zheng Ruqian is also looking forward to it.
The car overturned.
Wang Xiaosong, who was in charge of hauling the goods, was like a dazed fool, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
Zheng Ruqian still held onto a sliver of hope, so he bent over and went into the carriage to search, hoping to save as many lives as possible.
After searching for a long time, they couldn't even find a single branch.
It's obvious they're letting the Liao family take over the pot.
Overwhelmed with grief and despair, Zheng Ruqian cried out, “Litchi, my litchi! Damn Liao family, give me back my litchi!”
It is said that the business world is like a battlefield, where people fight tooth and nail for profits, and there are countless underhanded tricks. The brother and sister have gone through conspiracies and schemes since they started by delivering vegetables.
From the moment the decision to transport the lychees was made, the Liao family's retaliation was expected, but when it actually happened, it was still comparable to cutting off a piece of flesh.
"This cart can yield twenty or thirty catties of lychees. At fifty taels per catty, that's over a thousand taels..." Jiang Sheng calculated, sniffling.
Zheng Ruqian felt increasingly heartbroken, and the brother and sister were on the verge of bursting into tears.
It wasn't until Wang Xiaosong came to his senses, looked around blankly, and stared at his boss whose face was covered in snot and tears, that he asked, "What are you crying about? Who died?"
“My lychee is dead,” Zheng Ruqian said viciously. “I’m mourning for my lychee.”
If he had a knife, he would want to rush out and chop people.
But there was only a bewildered worker there, who said, "What Liao family? What lychees? Our lychees have already been returned to the courtyard, and they're probably being unloaded right now."
Zheng Ruqian's breathing suddenly stopped, as if he wanted to suppress his sobs, but he couldn't, and it turned into a long "hiccup".
"We're almost out of Fengjing, what's the master doing bringing the girl here?" Wang Xiaosong scratched his head and grinned. "Let's hurry back, it's going to get dark soon."
Zheng Ruqian trembled and couldn't speak, then hiccuped.
Jiang Sheng was afraid that her second brother would be furious, so she quickly stepped forward to speak for him, "Why is Brother Xiaosong standing here in a daze? Whose carriage is this? It's overturned here. Second brother thought there was something wrong with our lychees."
Wang Xiaosong's smile gradually disappeared.
Lychee almost got into trouble. While they were traveling, a carriage suddenly came rushing towards them. No matter where they tried to dodge, the carriage kept adjusting its position.
It's obvious they want to crash into each other and die.
Wang Xiaosong didn't want to die, so he urgently stopped the carriage, but he couldn't control the oncoming vehicle.
Just as the two carriages were about to collide, a horse-drawn carriage suddenly appeared from the side, knocking the other carriage over. A person jumped off, picked up the coachman, and ran away.
Wang Xiaosong was stunned, as were the two newly hired deliverymen.
Finally, they split into two groups: one group delivered the lychees, while the other stayed behind to investigate.
Although they didn't find out anything, they scared the owner half to death.
Back to the second courtyard.
Zheng Ruqian was still in shock until he saw the branches and large fruits inside the ice. Only then did he close the wooden box with relief and put his mind at ease.
Wang Xiaosong stood by, bowing and scraping, trying to appease his employer.
"Alright, alright, it's good that everything's alright." Xu Mo stepped in to mediate. "Lizhi and the person are both safe and sound, that's better than anything else."
Jiang Sheng and Wen Zhiyun hadn't even had a chance to chime in.
Chang Yan said coolly, "This time it's fine, what about next time?"
The current situation is that they want to compete with the Liao family for the lychee business, which displeases the Liao family, so they are resorting to all sorts of underhanded tactics to try and destroy them.
In the past, any business that Zheng Lao Er did was a first attempt, an expansion of business, a new beginning. At most, he would be rejected, but he had not yet encountered any competitors.
Even if there are schemes and tricks, they are all against laymen.
Unlike this time, the Liao family has been in business for many years and knows exactly where to hit. Their methods are despicable and disgusting, but effective.
Unfortunately, the two sides are vastly different in strength, like an egg and a stone. If they were to collide, they would be the only ones to be shattered to pieces.
Jiuzhenfang can post notices, and the second batch of lychees might bring good luck, but what about next time, and the time after that? Who can always be on guard? Who can guarantee that nothing will go wrong again?
“I think I know why lychees are so profitable, but only the Liao family is trading them.” Zheng Ruqian became serious for once.
This business requires twenty days of travel; it's hard work, but the profits are real, yet no other businessmen have ever tried it.
The only explanation is that the Liao family is too domineering and does not allow anyone to encroach on the business chain, thus forming a monopoly.
“As long as I continue to do lychee business, as long as I encroach on the Liao family’s interests, they will not let me go,” Zheng Ruqian concluded with a frown.
The situation suddenly became serious, and whether or not to continue transporting lychees became a difficult question.
To go against the Liao family is to be on tenterhooks, and one must live in constant fear of being wiped out at any moment.
If they don't cooperate, they feel frustrated. The Liao family could have engaged in fair and square business competition, but instead they used all sorts of underhanded tactics to suppress people, which is really unbearable.
Zheng Ruqian was at a loss, and the others were also unhappy.
Only Chang Yan remained relatively calm, stroking the six small wooden figures. "Don't rush, let's take a look first."
There is no such thing as luck in this world, especially in life-or-death situations. All seemingly good luck is nothing more than someone secretly helping you.
For example, a strong man who is vomiting and has diarrhea.
For example, the lychee truck that escaped disaster.
Inside the Jiang family's crooked carriage.
The sudden collision caused the ordinary carriage to overturn, and even the Jiang family's well-made carriage was not immune to the precarious situation.
Jiang Chengyu sat between her two older brothers, still recovering from the shock, her big eyes constantly looking towards the middle.
"Big brother, could you please give me a heads-up next time?" Jiang Chengfeng was also upset. "I understand that you love your sister, but you can't joke around with the lives of the three of us."
They could have simply cut off the horse's leg or broken the reins, but instead they chose a mutually destructive approach.
Besides, it was just a truckload of lychees; how could it be more important than three lives?
“It’s not just a cartload of lychees.” Jiang Chengyuan said solemnly, “There are two people sitting on it, and another person in the carriage behind. The Liao family is going to cause a death.”
Their lives matter, and so do the lives of ordinary people.
Most importantly, he didn't want to see his sister sad and in tears.
"I have to say, the Liao family is really audacious." Jiang Chengfeng gasped. "Wanting to monopolize the lychee business is understandable, but their methods are just too despicable."
In other words, if someone can die over a business deal, what about other things?
How many wicked and scheming things has the Liao family done?
Jiang Chengyuan remained silent and stopped the carriage in front of the Liao family's house.
Jiang Chengfeng resignedly bent down and carried the Liao family's coachman, who was bound hand and foot.
With a knock on the door, an introduction was made.
The Liao family patriarch came over with a big smile to meet his eldest nephew, hoping to foster a closer relationship, but his smile vanished when he saw the coachman at Jiang Chengyuan's feet.
"Chengyuan, what are you doing, child?" He remained calm. "You're here, why did you bring someone with you? Hurry up and put it down, your uncle just received a batch of lychees, they're very fresh."
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