"We can't let such good peaches be sold at such a low price. Look how fat those two are. If they weren't making money a few years ago, they would have just left. Why are they willing to stay and argue with everyone?"
Ye Jiaying continued to exaggerate and flatter the peach vendor.
Grandpa Zhang looked at Ye Jiaying deeply and nodded thoughtfully.
"Grandpa, everyone says you're prestigious. My sister has just started harvesting peaches this year. Give her some time, and she'll definitely be able to sell our Yejia Village peaches at a high price. We're not afraid of the threats from those two."
Ye Jiaying wanted to tell this old man, whose words carried weight and who was attached to his roots, to bravely bid his price, because if it didn't work out, there were others who would take over.
"Okay, Grandpa knows, go ahead."
Seeing that everyone was seated, the village chief stood up to organize the situation. Grandpa Zhang nodded and let her go back.
Ye Jiaying trotted back to Ye Jiamin.
The village chief's family was divided into three camps: the peach vendors, Uncle Ye Jiamin, and the villagers.
The village chief spoke first.
The income generated in the village also helped him. Yejia Village was neither good nor bad in the entire suburbs of Beijing.
Belonging to the middle stream, this type is the least concerned.
For villages that have developed well, the authorities treat them particularly well and always think of good things for them.
The poor villages receive people, money and help from the higher authorities.
The few in the middle stream are neither good nor bad, and they are just passed by every time.
Their Yejia Village is just one of those places that people just pass by.
He has been the village chief for so many years that maybe the leaders above him don't even remember who he is.
Ye Jiancheng's daughter came to him and told him that she was doing business and quoted a high price, so he was quite happy.
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