"Young man, do you think I can put up an advertisement on my fence?"
"My home, my home is fine."
"Go to my house first, I arrived first!"
"Do they really pay you for advertising? Is it true?"
"Come, come this way, please. Let's go to my house."
A group of elderly men and women had gathered around Guo Shengyu without him noticing, chattering and pulling him to their homes for a look.
Ordinary people are eager to take advantage of such a good deal.
Forget about the front, I'd even be happy to have ads painted on my stove!
These walls were originally useless, but now that someone is paying for advertising, they can create value. Why not?
Guo Shengyu was surrounded, surrounded by layers upon layers of people.
The cries of the people rose and fell in waves.
Guo Shengyu was completely dumbfounded.
So proactive?
That's great news!
Saves me the trouble of explaining.
The wall along the street just now belongs to an old man who has hearing problems.
Guo Shengyu's throat was so dry it was practically burning; finally, the old man knew what he did for a living.
But they wouldn't allow it, saying that painting would cause the walls to corrode.
Guo Shengyu rolled his eyes several times, but it was the local people who found out the reason and persuaded the old man to agree quickly, saying that he would get money.
That's how we got the wall done.
Then, the clever villagers surrounded Guo Shengyu.
Guo Shengyu raised his hands and shouted, "Wait! Wait! One at a time. I want to make it clear that the wall I need must be close to the street. Don't waste your energy on the corners and nooks."
Someone shouted, "Why?! They're all walls, what's the difference?"
Guo Shengyu explained, "I've already said that I'm doing advertising, so naturally it's for people to see. Why would I do it where others can't see it?"
At this moment, a young man tugged at Guo Shengyu, grinning obsequiously, and whispered, "Dude, how about a 60/40 split?"
"What?"
The young man had an air of "Let's not pretend": "My house has a wall, it's just a bit out of the way. Let's do it. I'll pay six for the advertising fee, and you pay four."
Guo Shengyu glared at him and snapped, "Get out of here! This is a legitimate job, not some game with you! No way, in some remote place!"
The young man scoffed, "Aren't you working for someone else too? Why are you acting all selfless? If there's work, we can cooperate and get paid, why wouldn't we do it?"
Guo Shengyu snorted: "I have to be responsible to the boss, understand? All the walls along the street have to step aside, I don't have time to bother with them!"
The young man scratched his head and said, "Damn, this is a money-grubbing era. It's rare to see someone so honest!"
Guo Shengyu walked around the town with the locals.
Most of them are walls that do not meet the requirements.
It cost over a thousand yuan to install advertisements on more than ten walls. Once the walls were painted, people could see the advertising effect of Qimingxing as soon as they went out.
Guo Shengyu exclaimed that it was so much fun!
This amount of money wouldn't even cover a few seconds of advertising on TV or in a newspaper, or in a magazine.
Now that's great, we've bought out the rights for three whole years, and it's right in front of our target customers—it's totally worth it!
The boss's tactics are truly unfathomable!
Guo Shengyu secretly admired him, thinking, "Wow, awesome!"
A few days later, Guo Shengyu had visited almost every town and village in Jiangcheng City.
They spent a lot of money to plaster wall advertisements everywhere.
Guo Shengyu's handwriting can also be found in some of the larger villages.
In short, the wall advertisements were incredibly effective!
...
This day.
Hao Damu from Tianqiaoshan Village came to the Chishui County Agricultural Machinery Station.
His family is a well-known large-scale melon grower in Tianqiaoshan Village.
While others were still growing old varieties of watermelons, Hao Damo went directly to the coast and bought the latest seedless watermelon variety.
One variety was brought back and became a hit with city dwellers, selling out almost effortlessly.
He also became the first household in the village to earn 10,000 yuan.
They were incredibly arrogant for a time.
This made the surrounding villagers extremely envious.
But Hao Damu was a little troubled.
Transporting watermelons after they ripen is a challenge.
Tianqiaoshan, the name itself suggests a remote mountain valley.
The road conditions are not much better than those in Guanshan Village.
Every year when the watermelons ripen, we have to hire oxcarts and horse-drawn carts from the village to transport them out.
No other reason than that trucks can't get in!
A few days ago, he went to visit relatives in Guanshan Village.
I'd like to bring back a few bags of fruit while I'm at it.
In previous years, the villagers of Guanshan Village also faced transportation difficulties, and a large portion of their fruit was fed to pigs.
The watermelons from Tianqiaoshan Village are quite good; they can easily last for eight weeks.
But the fruit in Guanshan Village is no good; it rots within a few days of being picked.
If they're left hanging on the tree and missed the harvest time, they'll rot even faster if they fall to the ground.
It's a good thing for the domestic pigs; when the fruit ripens, they have plenty of fruit.
Some even joked that the pork from Guanshan Village has a light, fruity aroma...
Hao Damo went to the home of his relative, Hao Chengliang.
"Big Brother!" Hao Damo knocked on the courtyard gate. "Big Brother! It's me, Damo! Is anyone home?"
Hao Damo knocked for several minutes, but no one answered.
"Did they go fruit picking?" Hao Damo scratched his head. "They need to bring the fruit home to feed the pigs. Why isn't anyone here yet?"
Hao Damo walked along the country road to Hao Chengliang's orchard.
The country lanes are narrow; two people walking side by side could easily fall into a ditch.
As he walked, Hao Damo suddenly noticed tire tracks on the dirt road!
"Oh dear?" Hao Damo examined the tire tracks closely. "What kind of vehicle is this? Three wheels... a tricycle?"
Hao Damo couldn't help but be curious.
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