Chapter 35 You are my brother, how could I cheat you...
After these words were spoken, the yard suddenly fell into silence.
Shang Que looked at Jing Ya in front of him, then turned to look at him, and then jumped down from the millstone with an expressionless face and walked into the house without saying a word.
Ji Jingchuan, who was standing at the door, thought she was coming for him, so he immediately closed his eyes and shouted with a fearless expression, "I did it all by myself, it has nothing to do with Brother Jing Ya. Everyone is responsible for their own actions, you can kill me or cut me up as you please. If beating me is not enough to satisfy your anger, then I apologize!"
The surroundings were as quiet as ever, and for a long while, he felt no pain. Ji Jingchuan opened his eyes in confusion, but Shang Que was nowhere to be seen. He froze for a moment and quickly turned around, only to find the door behind him closing.
Shang Que didn't hit him. Is he angry or not?
Ji Jingchuan frowned in confusion, feeling a little puzzled.
At this moment, Jing Ya also walked in from the yard, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said sincerely: "Thank you."
When Ji Jingchuan heard this, he immediately became proud and said with a confident look, "You are my brother, how could I possibly cheat you?"
Jing Ya looked at him for two seconds and nodded: "Okay, brother."
Ji Jingchuan didn't notice anything was wrong. He was now trying to figure out what Shang Que's reaction meant. He was troubled all night, and only felt relieved the next day when he found out that Shang Que wasn't angry at all.
Yesterday, we went to the orchard to pick mandarin oranges. After removing those that did not meet the standards, the baskets were almost full. Today's task is to sell these mandarin oranges.
"Today's mission isn't divided into groups, but we do have a common goal. If the final sales total reaches 300 yuan, the sponsor will purchase 10,000 kilograms of mandarin oranges directly from our village. If it reaches 600 yuan, they'll purchase 50,000 kilograms, 900 yuan, and 200,000 kilograms."
As soon as the director finished speaking, there was an immediate burst of "Wow" at the scene.
Song Xiyue pretended to search her pocket for her phone: "That's not that difficult, I can just buy them all."
"No, you can't buy them yourself, and you can't hire someone to do it for you," the director said, dismissing their devious thoughts. "Today happens to be a big market day, and the production team has prepared a luxurious stall for you at the market in the township. You'll be selling the mandarin oranges there later."
"There are two more things to note. First, the market closes at 12:00, so our mission deadline is also 12:00. Second, the mandarin oranges cannot be sold at prices exceeding the normal price."
In other words, the so-called star effect is almost completely useless here.
After hearing the instructions, everyone took the three baskets of mandarin oranges they'd picked yesterday and headed for town. It was only eight o'clock when we arrived, but the market was already packed. The constant clamor of vendors shouting and bargaining mixed together, making our heads buzz.
Several guests walked through the crowd and came to the booth prepared for them by the program team.
Lin Jinyi straightened her messed up hair and said with some dissatisfaction, "Why is it a street stall?"
A long plastic sheet was laid on the cement floor, with nine small benches lined up on the side. This was their luxurious stall.
There were people walking in the aisles of the market, so for fear of blocking the way, everyone quickly moved to the back of the stalls and worked together to pour out the mandarin oranges and spread them out on plastic sheets.
After doing all this, Jiang Yize suddenly realized a problem: "How much is a pound of mandarin oranges?"
Song Xiyue thought for a moment and said, "I've only bought Australian oranges at the fruit store in the neighborhood. They were about 35 yuan per pound."
Jiang Chi was shocked: "Why would a fruit store in the neighborhood be so rip-off? The most expensive fruit in the supermarket downstairs from my house is only a dozen or so pounds."
"The villa area."
【？ ？ ？ ？】
[You can't just call it a "district" with a "district" after "Miss."]
[Jiang Chi, why did you ask her that question? Now you've made everyone unhappy. [crying]]
"The market must be cheaper than fruit shops and supermarkets," Ning Sheng thought hard, "but the last time I went to a morning market was when I was in college. What were the prices back then?"
Lu Zhixu continued, "Two or three yuan per pound."
The prices quoted by everyone were vastly different, and the director was not there, and the staff did not comment, obviously wanting them to figure it out themselves.
Shang Que suggested: "Why don't we just go to other stalls and ask them how they sell their products?"
The nearby villages are rich in mandarin oranges. In addition to large-scale sales, they are also sold in small quantities. When they just came in from the market entrance, they saw no less than four or five stalls selling mandarin oranges.
After Shang Que's reminder, everyone immediately reacted. While there were still few people around, Shang Que, Jing Ya, Ning Sheng, and Lu Zhixu went out to gather intelligence.
Not long after, an aunt stopped in front of the stall. She squatted down, picked up a few mandarin oranges, squeezed them, and asked in dialect, "How much are the mandarins?"
The person who went to ask for the price hadn't returned yet, and Song Xiyue was unsure, so she asked back, "How much do other people sell it for per pound?"
Auntie tentatively asked, "Three dollars and a half?"
Song Xiyue nodded readily: "Okay! I'll weigh it for you how many pounds you want."
[It turns out that Song Xiyue really has no idea how to do business.]
Her straightforwardness made Auntie think that the price of three dollars and fifty cents was too high.
The aunt was indeed taken aback, and quickly corrected herself: "I remembered it wrong, it was three yuan."
"Good!" Song Xiyue covered her forehead which was hurt by the blow and turned around to complain: "Cousin, why did you hit me?"
"What's good about that? If you don't know how to do business, don't make trouble. Go away."
Lin Jinyi seemed much smarter than Song Xiyue. She looked at the aunt with an embarrassed look on her face and said firmly, "Three dollars and a half per pound, not a cent less."
[…I overestimated Lin Jinyi. I thought she would be able to notice something was wrong.]
[Big sister, if you don't mention the second sister, you don't seem to be very good at business, hahahaha. ]
[Otherwise, why are they two sisters? ]
When the aunt heard this, she quickly said, "I want ten kilograms."
"Okay," Lin Jinyi turned around and instructed, "Song Xiyue, get them a bag."
"oh."
Song Xiyue did as she was told and asked Jiang Yize to weigh the goods after packing them. Because they were the first customers, the two of them enthusiastically put an extra tangerine in.
The aunt left immediately after buying the items without even looking back. Song Xiyue looked at the cash in her hand, still a little unresponsive: "Did I make money?"
She'd always been extravagant, her concept of money being little more than a string of numbers in her bank account. Even after her debut, when she received a notice or endorsement fee, she wasn't particularly surprised. But now it's different: she picks the mandarin oranges, she greets the customers, and she collects the money.
This sense of accomplishment is completely different!
Song Xiyue turned around and boasted to the others: "We sold our first order, ten kilograms, ten kilograms!"
【I can’t bear to hit her.】
【Laugh quickly, laugh quickly, it will be
I can’t laugh anymore. 】
When Shang Que and the others came back, they just happened to hear her cheering, and they praised her in unison, "Really? That's amazing."
Ning Sheng also smiled and asked, "How much is it per pound?"
"Three dollars and fifty cents!" Song Xiyue hummed complacently, "I almost got cheated by that auntie. Luckily, my cousin is smart."
Lin Jinyi said proudly: "Do you think everyone is as innocent as you?"
“…”
"Why aren't you talking?" The sudden silence made Song Xiyue feel uneasy. "By the way, what's the price you asked for?"
"Six."
"..." Song Xiyue collapsed instantly, "Ahhh she lied to me!!!"
[The child is so angry that he is making dolphin sounds.]
[Now I understand why Song Xiyue was able to debut. This high note and the transition between notes are quite talented.]
[It's pitiful, but really funny.]
Ji Jingchuan's eardrums were pierced by her screams. He frowned impatiently and said, "It's just ten kilograms. Just sell it."
Jiang Yize also quickly comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay. Every failure makes you wiser. You won't be fooled again."
"Yes, there are still so many." Jiang Chi agreed, and suddenly asked: "By the way, how many kilograms are there in total?"
The director's voice came from the intercom: "One hundred and fifty kilograms."
It cannot be sold at a price higher than the market price, which means the maximum price is six yuan per kilogram, and the 900 yuan mark can only be achieved if all the products are sold out.
But now ten kilograms have been sold at a low price.
After the account was settled, the atmosphere suddenly became gloomy. Song Xiyue said dejectedly, "It's all my fault."
Lin Jinyi pursed her lips and said, "I was wrong too. I could tell she was lying, but I didn't expect the price she offered was also a lie."
Jiang Yize: "I also gave her a mandarin orange."
The sight of the three men admitting their mistakes one after another was inexplicably amusing. Shang Que waved his hand and said, "It's only twenty-five short. We'll think of a way later. We'll definitely be able to reach nine hundred."
Her calm tone ignited Song Xiyue's hope, "Really?"
"Of course it's true. Just trust Shang Que." Before she could say anything, Ji Jingchuan answered confidently, "Shang Que can do anything."
[Ji Jingchuan, you're almost a Shang Que fan.]
【Haha ...
[But Shang Que really gives people a sense of security! Whether it's the sports meet or the escape room episode, she gives people the feeling of being super reliable!]
[Ji Jingchuan is still too stubborn. If I were him, I would have fallen for him long ago.]
Everyone regained their fighting spirit. Jing Ya found two pieces of cardboard and borrowed the marker from the vendor next door to write the prices on them. They then placed one at the end and one at the end on both sides of their stall.
But I don’t know if it’s because the location is too far in the middle, or there are too many competing stalls of the same type, but very few people come here to buy mandarin oranges.
A middle-aged customer squatted in front of the stall, picking up some fruit and saying, "I see they're selling them for 5.5 yuan over there. Your 6 yuan a pound is too expensive."
No one could refute it, but if the price was reduced by another 900, the goal would be impossible to achieve.
At this time, Shang Que suddenly said: "The mandarin oranges we sell are not ordinary mandarin oranges."
"What's unusual about it?"
"Have you heard the story of Sun Wukong causing havoc at the Mandarin Orange Festival?"
"Isn't it the Peach Festival?"
Shang Que asked back, "Have you participated?"
"How could I possibly have participated in one? That's just a myth." The middle-aged customer waved his hand and smiled. "It's just what's written in the book about the Peach Festival."
"What do peaches look like?"
"Uh... round?"
Shang Que picked up a mandarin orange and asked, "Are our mandarins round too?"
"In Journey to the West, it says that the peach trees are overflowing with vibrant colors, and every peach tree weighs down the branches. What fruit could weigh down a branch? Could it be a mandarin orange? And then there's the line about a raw peach with a stem and green skin. With a stem and green skin, doesn't that make perfect sense?" she made up in all seriousness. "So is it possible that I just identified it wrongly, and it's not actually a peach?"
The other party became interested and continued, "Is it a mandarin orange?"
【？ ？ ？ ？】
[Really? I haven't studied much, so don't lie to me.]
[It's hilarious! Shang Que is going to great lengths to sell his mandarin oranges.]
"That's right. Remember when Sun Wukong caused a disturbance at the Mandarin Orange Festival? In the chaos, a mandarin orange accidentally rolled down to the mortal world." Shang Que kicked Ji Jingchuan next to him, "You catch it."
"Ah? Oh." Ji Jingchuan reacted and said casually, "After the mandarin orange fell to the mortal world, it was picked up by the queen of a country. The queen had a magic mirror. She asked the magic mirror who was the most beautiful woman in the world, and the magic mirror said it was her stepdaughter. The queen became jealous, so she disguised herself as a witch and tricked the princess into eating the mandarin orange."
【Is this Snow White? 】
What is the fusion of the past and the present, connecting China and the West?
A child nearby asked, "Doesn't Snow White eat apples?"
"How could such a big apple core get stuck in the throat?" Ji Jingchuan said confidently, "It must have been a tangerine seed. Snow White fainted because of a tangerine seed stuck in her throat. The queen mistakenly thought she was dead and gave her a chance to live. Later, the tangerine seed fell into the ground and grew a new sprout."
Jing Ya continued calmly, "Also known as the Immortal Crimson Pearl Grass, she descended to the mortal world to experience tribulations and was reincarnated as Jia Min, the youngest daughter of the Rong family, and the only daughter of Lin Ruhai, the Imperial Salt Inspector of Yangzhou..."
【There are even scenes with Lin Daiyu. 】
"Burning the manuscripts, severing the infatuation, the soul returned to the Heaven of Separation and Sorrow. After the calamity, the Immortal Crimson Pearl Grass returned to the Heaven—"
Shang Que concluded, "It has transformed into a spiritual mandarin orange tree."
[Ah, this can also be resolved? ]
[It even has a beginning and an end.]
[The story of how Snow White reincarnated as Daiyu after eating the mandarin orange that fell to earth during Havoc in Heaven]
[It's worth buying a Mikan and listening to two classics and a fairy tale.]
Their storytelling attracted quite a few onlookers, and Shang Que took advantage of the situation and asked, "So, are you willing to spend six yuan to buy a pound of spiritual mandarin oranges?"
"Buy, buy, buy," the middle-aged customer said with a big gesture. "Six yuan a pound, right? Well worth the price. 50 pounds."
One-third of the weight, Shang Que and his group's share was instantly sold out. Seeing this, the others seemed to have found a way out and followed suit, making up stories: "A long time ago, there was a couple living in a small village. Their neighbor, a witch, grew many mandarin oranges..."
"The Mandarin Orange Girl", "The Mandarin Orange Princess", "The Little Girl Selling Mandarin Oranges", "The Emperor's Mandarin Oranges"
Under everyone's persuasion, the number of mandarin oranges on the street stalls decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye.
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