In the end, Nan Xian succumbed to the expectant gazes of the two little girls and the simple, honest smile of Aunt Chai.
However, looking at the rattan hats on the ground covered with her and He Mingxiao's signatures, she still had a bad feeling that she had been tricked.
When the task time ended, to everyone's surprise, Yu Lin's busiest stall did not win first place, and Nan Xian's alternative approach also failed to secure first place. The champion title was actually won by Lang Zhuo and Sheng Zhicheng's group.
They bought homemade rapeseed oil, which is indeed easy to sell, since every household needs it daily. But it's also not easy to sell, because—who on vacation wants to lug around something weighing over ten kilograms?
So from the very beginning, when the other groups saw that they had drawn that lot, they subconsciously excluded them from their competition. However, they did not expect that Lang Zhuo and Sheng Zhicheng would be so lucky as to run into a boss who came to Qingcheng to visit relatives.
The owner, surnamed Xu, was very talkative. Seeing the lively atmosphere, he went up and chatted with Lang Zhuo for a few minutes. The two hit it off immediately.
Over time, they learned that this Mr. Xu was an extraordinary person who had started from scratch and now owned several factories with a large number of employees.
Hearing that he was worried about what benefits to give his employees for the New Year, Lang Zhuo immediately perked up and enthusiastically promoted his rapeseed oil. He even borrowed a pot and stove on the spot to show off his skills to Mr. Xu, winning praise from the other party. Mr. Xu immediately placed a deposit for two thousand bottles of rapeseed oil.
The deposit alone already surpassed that of Nan Xian and Wei Zeling's groups.
Nan Xian glanced at the amount of money each group had won displayed on the big screen, then looked at the smug Langzhuo group.
Standing next to Lang Zhuo, Sheng Zhicheng smiled with a simple and honest expression. A faint golden light, invisible to ordinary people, emanated from his head, and a large image of RMB twirled merrily in the golden light.
Nan Xian couldn't help but look on with envy: Oh dear, why wasn't she in a group with him!
The proverb says, "Like begets like," so shouldn't spirits also be hereditary? If so, does that mean Sheng Zhicheng and his family might all be money-grubbing spirits?
Wow, this is sure to bring in a lot of money...
He Mingxiao turned his head and saw Nan Xian staring blankly in Sheng Zhicheng's direction, her eyes clearly showing envy.
On the screen, his and Nan Xian's names were listed below Lang Zhuo and Sheng Zhicheng, differing by a decimal point.
He Mingxiao pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, then leaned close to her ear and whispered:
“The He family is richer than his family.”
Nan Xian didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"
He then repeated it again, emphasizing the word "rich".
Nan Xian: ...That's enough.
**
After a short rest, the three groups of guests, each carrying their own clues, boarded a bus and returned to the Immortal Village.
Winter days are short, and it was already night when everyone arrived. After having dinner together, they went back to their lodgings.
Nan Xian had been busy all afternoon and had to face the camera to work in the evening. She was already exhausted and her back ached. After returning to her room, she collapsed onto the bed, intending to take a short nap before packing her things. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat up abruptly.
Her eyes darted quickly across the room, and her heart sank.
The cups on the coffee table were tilted to one side, the scarf on the suitcase that had been showing a little bit of its tassels was now completely tucked in, and the low cabinet in the corner had been moved.
Someone entered her room while she was away.
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