Honest people think that as long as they can buy it, that's good enough. They will honestly look at the current situation without thinking about the reasons or getting to the bottom of it.
Those in the know, or those who are clever, will keep their eyes open but not say anything, silently thinking to themselves that Lao Ye's skewers are using scarcity marketing.
Everyone has their own little schemes.
But everyone queued up obediently to buy. This scene had become commonplace.
The three-day non-stop sales event yielded a rich and varied harvest, making it a promising prospect.
My fanny pack is bulging!
Yingbao and her three older brothers spent a day in the village with everyone, and then helped out at a shop in the county for another day before going back to school. The two days of Saturday and Sunday passed quickly and were over before they knew it.
Now, as soon as class is over, everyone at school is discussing storybooks, like the tale of Sun Wukong's fiery eyes causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace and his three battles with the White Bone Demon...
This is based on a modern story written by Yingbao. She plans to make a big plot twist later. She remembers that in a novel that Tao Tao was reading, Sun Wukong was a miserable working man who protected Tang Sanzang and went through all sorts of hardships, including the eighty-one tribulations. Many of the monsters were related to him, making it increasingly difficult for Sun Wukong to deal with them. It was far less carefree than when he didn't care about anything and just smashed them with his staff.
Being a human is difficult, being a demon is difficult too; it seems that everything is arranged by human hands, leaving no room for argument.
"Yingbao... Yingbao, look at this, it's so beautiful! This person is really talented. I bet it was written by a refined old gentleman." Ye Mingchen proudly presented Yingbao with the storybook he had borrowed from his good friend.
Yingbao was speechless. She really didn't know how to understand the young man's thought process. She quickly and wittily said, "Young man, why don't you say that it was written by a gentle old lady?"
At this point, she subtly reminded Ye Mingchen, "Maybe it was written by a smart and cute little boy or girl!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Mingchen immediately and excitedly denied it, saying, "Impossible, Yingbao, what kind of international joke are you making? Are you deliberately teasing your little brother? How could a little boy or little girl have such thoughts and such writing ability? Absolutely impossible. The first half of your words sounded like a gentle old lady, but I would never believe it even if you beat me to death."
Combining the actual situation with his own thoughts, Ye Mingchen added, "Yingbao, the second half of what you said is too outrageous."
Ye Mingchen himself was only 8 years old. He couldn't possibly come up with such a wonderful story, nor could he imagine that his little sister Yingbao had a hidden memory.
It was even more impossible to imagine that Yingbao was the protagonist who wrote the storybook.
After all, in everyone's eyes, Yingbao is just a 5-year-old little girl. No matter how smart she is, how smart can she be? It's just praise from relatives and a filter. Outsiders would never believe it. They would only verbally praise Yingbao as a cute little girl with a bright future.
He's destined for great things. This is clearly just polite talk; don't take it too seriously.
Yingbao herself didn't say anything about it being written by her, nor did she tell her family. Her family certainly couldn't just guess, and even if Yingbao had told them, they hadn't seen it. Perhaps her doting grandmother Wang Cuihua, grandfather Ye Yaozu, and father Ye Tianyong… who have a biased view of Yingbao, would believe her.
Others will definitely be confused, especially Ye Mingchen, that silly boy.
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