"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, my Xiaoyun."
In a high-end hotel in downtown Mohe City, Chu Yaqin lay on the bed with only her head showing, looking at her phone.
Her whole body was huddled under the covers, and she was trembling slightly.
On her phone, a replay of Mu Liuyun's live stream from the previous night was playing.
"Xiaoyun, I miss you so much."
As she watched, Chu Yaqin suddenly burst into tears, her voice filled with an unprecedented helplessness.
How she longed to rush straight to where Mu Liuyun was right now and have a thoroughly enjoyable meeting.
Unfortunately, she had just gotten off the bus last night when she saw Mu Liuyun start a live stream, so she squatted down by the roadside to watch it.
Before she knew it, it was almost dawn, and she had caught a cold.
It is said that people who are not usually sick will have a very bad physical condition once they get sick.
Chu Yaqin is like that; even a small cold makes her unable to stand up and she can only stay in bed to rest.
After a while, Chu Yaqin stretched her sweaty hand out from under the covers and turned off her phone screen.
"How could I be so careless?"
Because of this cold, her progress has been slowed down considerably. According to the original plan, she should be in the arms of a beautiful woman by now.
But now, all she can do is cling to a slightly leaky hot water bottle.
Worse still, by the time this has dragged on for a day, Mu Xiaoxi and Shen Lanxin might have already discovered that Mu Liuyun is live streaming, and she may have completely lost the initiative.
The thought of Mu Liuyun falling into their hands and them doing the same things to her as she would to Mu Liuyun made Chu Yaqin want to cry.
"No, no cows!"
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Do you still raise cattle here?
Inside a black SUV, Shui Jing, wearing sunglasses, looked with some surprise at the two cows walking by outside the car.
In the passenger seat, an elderly man with gray hair looked in the rearview mirror and smiled: "We can't raise them on a large scale; we just raise them for our own amusement."
"I see."
Shui Jing nodded; she wasn't familiar with these aspects of the aquaculture industry. After all, as a CEO, she only needed to make decisions, not understand how these businesses were run.
Then, she looked at the river outside the window: "Village chief, is this the Mohe River?"
"No, we call this the Arctic River, it's just a small tributary of the Mohe River. Don't be fooled by its width, it's actually only this short."
After saying that, the village chief suddenly felt like he was making a suggestive joke, so he quickly changed the subject: "Miss Shui, what were your thoughts on investing here?"
"Judging from what the village chief is saying, he seems to lack confidence in his own village?"
The village chief gave a wry smile: "To be honest, we have a lot of good stuff here, but it's a lot of different kinds, not much in quantity, and it's all difficult to transport. Before you came, quite a few companies came to cooperate, but none of them ended up working out."
"To put it simply, we don't even have many family workshops here. Most of our local specialties are grown for our own consumption. We only sell a little bit of the surplus. It's really not easy to manage."
The village chief spoke very frankly; he did not conceal anything.
The problem is actually easy to solve, but it will take a long time. You have to let the villagers see the benefits before they will be willing to expand the scale of planting.
But in the current environment, which company can endure a long period of solitude?
The village chief was well aware of this, so he had no intention of hiding it from the woman in front of him; otherwise, not only would the business fall through, but their relationship would also be ruined.
Shui Jing nodded; she already knew the answers to these questions. But as a businesswoman, she couldn't just let this place, brimming with enormous business opportunities, slip by.
Besides, those people who failed before did so because the waters were too deep and they couldn't handle it.
But even in a calm and composed world, there are still things she cannot control.
So she smiled slightly and said, "Village chief, haven't you ever thought about live-streaming e-commerce?"
"That's all stuff for you young people, I don't understand it."
The village chief is quite old. He usually just grows flowers and plants and doesn't watch those short videos much, so he naturally doesn't understand the ins and outs of it.
Shui Jing didn't intend to go into details, since she would be the one paying the money, and all the village chief had to do was sign the documents.
According to Shui Jing's vision, live streaming is the best way for these households to sell their products. They don't have to worry about stockpiling goods or insufficient production capacity, and everyone can see the money immediately.
All she had to do was help these villagers run the business and take a cut from the sales, and that would be enough for her to make money.
Although the amount of money is not much, this is just a pilot project for Shui Jing. If this remote Arctic Village can be successfully developed, and it is then expanded to the whole of China, the Shui family's status will definitely take another step forward.
At that time, the two major families in Jincheng will become three major families.
"Miss Shui, as long as you can make money, that's fine."
Seeing Shui Jing's confident demeanor, the village chief felt happy. He had heard about the Shui family; they were a prominent family in Jincheng, the economic center of China.
"Miss Shui, we've arrived. You can stay here for the next few days."
Because distinguished guests occasionally come, the village has prepared a house that is a little different from the others. It looks no different from the other small villas, but the interior is built to hotel standards.
It wasn't luxurious, but it was enough to show the respect the people of Beiji Village had for their distinguished guests.
"No rush, show me around the village first."
As she spoke, Shui Jing took off her sunglasses and changed into a rather rustic cotton-padded coat.
Seeing the village chief's surprised expression, Shui Jing smiled and said, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
The village chief led Shui Jing on a walk around the village. Many villagers greeted them warmly when they met them along the way.
The old village chief dedicated his entire life to this village. Although he didn't achieve anything particularly great, everyone remembers his kindness.
After walking a few steps, as they passed a small shop, the village chief suddenly stopped, his eyes widening as he looked at the shop: "Er Ya? Er Ya is back?"
"Who called me?"
Sister Wang immediately poked her head out of the small shop, holding a video camera in her hand. As soon as she saw the old village chief, she beamed with joy: "Village chief, it's been so long!"
The village chief snorted coldly: "You didn't tell me you went out, and you didn't tell me you came back, hmph."
But then he laughed too: "Never mind, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
As he spoke, the village chief lowered his head apologetically towards Shui Jing: "The children from the village went out to work in the past two years, I'm sorry."
I don't know what I'm embarrassed about.
But Shui Jing stared intently at Sister Wang, or more precisely, at the camera in Sister Wang's hand: "Are you filming a video?"
Hearing the voice, Sister Wang looked in the direction where Shui Jing was: "How come there's such a beautiful girl in the village?"
"Er Ya, stop fooling around!"
"We're filming a video, beautiful ladies, would you like to come in and take a look?"
"OK."
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