Chapter 27 Tu Xiaomao, the Business Genius
As soon as Tu Yao finished speaking, she covered her head, afraid that he would skillfully slap her again.
But this time, Tu Chaoxi didn't react for a long time.
Looking up, he seemed to suddenly freeze, standing silently in place with a slightly vacant gaze.
Noticing Tu Yao's gaze, he blinked quickly and scoffed, "Why are you looking at me?"
Tu Yao tilted her head: "Brother, do you know what you're like when you feel guilty?"
"It's like this now."
Tu Chaoxi raised an eyebrow, amused, and said, "Feeling guilty?"
"I feel guilty?"
"What do I have to be ashamed of? Where did you hear all this nonsense? Let me tell you, none of it is true. I have friends, I have plenty of friends!"
"I'm a big star, a top celebrity, would I lack friends? Would I really go so far as to have no friends at all?!"
Tu Yao opened her mouth in silence: "Ah..."
"...and you say you have nothing to hide."
He sighed and turned to leave.
Tu Chaoxi got anxious: "Why are you sighing? What do you mean, Tu Xiaomao? Stop right there! I have to get this straight with you today!"
Tu Yao walked faster and faster, and finally jogged into the car.
Wow, that's rare. Did these two have a fight?
[What did my sister say? Tu Chaoxi has no friends?]
[Yes, it's written in that young lady's crime record book, right? The third one is that Tu Chaoxi betrayed her old friends, is a snobbish opportunist who fawns on the powerful and bullies the weak, and is abandoned by everyone.]
Come on, I don't really trust those diaries anymore; it's like they're playing a joke on me.
Wait, this might be believable!
[Tu Chaoxi's debut fan here uninvited, I can attest that Tu Chaoxi really doesn't have any friends, and her best friends are currently all out of touch, but if you say out of touch, well...]
Who is his best friend?
[Shh—it's best not to tell. Only a few long-time fans who were on the front lines of the talent show back then know about those friends.]
In the car, Tu Chaoxi tried to prove that she had friends, so she pulled the person to the back of the car, took out her phone, opened Weibo, and scrolled down.
"This is my concert promotion post. Look how many people in the industry have reposted it for me. He's an actor, she's a singer, he's a composer, he's a producer..."
Tu Yao stared at him silently for a while, then reached out and swiped his screen upwards.
Slide to the second positive line.
"Did they forward this to you?"
"This one..."
Tu Chaoxi was speechless for a moment.
This post was made more than a month ago, after the diary was exposed and the seven deadly sins were firmly attached to him, he angrily denied it.
There are only three words: I didn't!
The number of reposts almost reached ten million, but the people who reposted it were mostly his fans who supported him, as well as passersby who wanted to laugh at him, haters, and marketing accounts.
None of the friends who had enthusiastically promoted his concert showed up.
Not only did it not appear...
No one knew better than Tu Chaoxi, and she even rejected countless of his calls.
Tu Yao rested her chin on her hand and slid it a few more times: "But someone forwarded it to you."
"who?"
Tu Chaoxi subconsciously looked over.
Among the millions of reposts, there was an inconspicuous yellow verified account hidden among them.
—Ridaokou Band.
The forwarded message read: You don't have it.
He froze for a moment, and unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone.
Tu Yao didn't bother him anymore. She walked to the front of the car and sat down among the several paparazzi.
The bus drove slowly along the road, with a vast expanse of empty fields on both sides of the window, where elderly villagers were planting corn with baskets on their backs.
The village's long-standing planting practice is to plant corn after the wheat harvest.
The photographer casually asked, "I see everyone's planting corn, little sister, are you going to start planting some too?"
"Yes, little sister, how about we help you plant the corn while we're at it?"
Ma Zhiyuan, who was standing to the side, turned green with rage.
Are these people crazy? They're eager to do manual labor.
If Tu Chaoxi goes crazy again, she'll forcibly take him along!
Thinking of this, he quickly stepped back.
The staff were incredibly enthusiastic, but Tu Yao shook her head.
"I don't grow corn."
"Oh, little sister, don't worry about troubling us. We're all here anyway, and we're just sitting around doing nothing."
Tu Yao shook her head again: "Thank you, Uncle, but I really won't plant it."
"I'm planning to clear the land and plant other things!"
The person filming said, "We can help with planting other things too!"
Tu Yao scratched her arm, but she still didn't know if the planting would be successful...
Seeing that she didn't need help, the staff gave up and continued looking out the car window.
As they looked around, someone casually muttered, "It seems like this village is only left with old people and children."
"That's true, this county has never really developed."
Xianhe Village belongs to Yonghe County, which comprises eight villages scattered in eight different directions. Xianhe Village is the most remote of these villages.
Yonghe County is not a large county, and it is not wealthy compared with other counties and towns. Its GDP has consistently ranked second to last, and most of the young and middle-aged people choose to leave their hometowns.
All that remained were the elderly and children.
Tu Yao blinked, listened to their conversation, and didn't say a word.
The bus took more than an hour to arrive, stopping not far from the market.
The director reiterated the rules: it's 6 a.m. now, the deadline is 10 a.m., and whatever is sold within four hours is what matters.
Tu Yao showed a hint of excitement as soon as she got off the bus, and her pace quickened as she got closer to the market.
Ma Zhiyuan watched from behind, feeling a strange unease. This brat always did things unexpectedly; could she be up to some wicked scheme again?
The other staff members thought so too, after all, Tu Yao's movements in taking the ball of yarn were quick and accurate, full of confidence.
But no one expected that as soon as the director announced the disbandment, she would excitedly grab Tu Chaoxi's arm.
"Brother! Hurry up! Come with me to buy things!"
Tu Chaoxi had just turned off her phone, looking absent-minded, and nodded haphazardly, "Buying things? Oh, let's go."
Then the two quickly walked into the crowd.
director:……
He tried to stop them, but it was too late. He quickly took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Remind Teacher Tu and Xiao Mao that today they are selling things, not buying things!"
Ma Zhiyuan's breath, which had been in his throat, instantly subsided.
His tone was smug and sarcastic, "After all, she's still just a little girl. She's only come to the market once in a while, and her mind is already wandering. She doesn't even remember any mission anymore."
The director frowned and glanced at him: "Alright, Teacher Ma, you guys should hurry over too. The stalls have already been rented for you."
Just then, the phone rang.
The director picked it up and exclaimed, "Wow, this is incredible! Someone else is throwing money at his show!"
Gu Feihong just left, and now a new guest is coming.
...
The cameraman, having overheard the director's instructions, quickly followed to find the person.
Today is market day, which brings together people from the eight villages below. There are many people, shops, and stalls, and it gets crowded after just a few steps.
There were also quite a few children who looked very young wandering around the stall.
Some were carrying baskets while buying things, while others stood beside the stall owners, deftly helping to move things up and down.
While filming, I subconsciously assumed that these children were the younger generation of the stall owners, and I couldn't help but sigh, it's true, children from poor families mature early.
On the other side, when Tu Chaoxi came to her senses, she saw Tu Yao carrying seven or eight small bags in one hand and clutching a strawberry wallet in the other, standing on tiptoe and looking around as if searching for something.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he skillfully squeezed into a crowd on the right.
About half a minute later, she came out shakily, carrying a bag of plastic film in one hand, her floral dress already wrinkled beyond recognition.
Tu Chaoxi was startled and quickly went over to take over.
Seeing her looking disheveled and grimy in no time, Tu Chaoxi was both annoyed and amused.
"Tu Xiaomao, what are you doing? What did you buy?"
Tu Yao carried the bags like precious treasures, introducing them in a serious tone: "This is candy for Da Pang, this bag is gypsum, this bag is lime, this bag is urea, this bag is fertilizer..."
Tu Chaoxi: ...
"Alright, alright!"
He quickly stopped him.
Tu Chaoxi guessed that Tu Yao was probably preparing for the new season's crops, but the quantity seemed a bit small.
"Is the money not enough?"
Tu Yao shook her head: "That's enough!"
She opened her strawberry purse; it was completely empty, just right.
Tu Chaoxi was amused.
After weighing the items, he put down the basket, took out the ball of yarn that Tu Yao had stuffed in that morning, and then put the bags of fertilizer in one by one.
Finally, he picked up a small handful of long crochet hooks.
crochet hook?
Tu Chaoxi asked in confusion, "Why did you buy a crochet hook?"
At this moment, the cameraman finally managed to squeeze through, glanced at the ball of yarn on the ground, and couldn't help but remind him.
"Hey, little sister, Teacher Tu, have you forgotten why we're here today?"
Tu Chaoxi was taken aback; he had indeed forgotten.
Tu Yao casually stuffed the yarn and crochet hook into her clothes, saying, "I didn't forget."
Then I saw her turn a corner and go into the alley between the two shops.
The person following them was stunned for a moment, and before they could ask any questions, they quickly followed.
After walking along the path for more than ten meters, a three-story teaching building that looked very old-fashioned came into view.
There are still two days until school starts, but there are already quite a few children standing at the school gate.
Most of them were dressed plainly, carrying a bulging backpack, and huddled together in twos and threes, looking dejected and listless.
Tu Chaoxi frowned slightly, about to ask a question, when Tu Yao suddenly stopped.
Lay the yarn and crochet hook on a clean table.
The next second, he shouted, "We have work to do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of children turned around and ran over!
Looking at their bright, excited eyes, which had changed from their previous dejected appearance, Tu Yao pretended to be serious and said, "Make cream puffs the size of coins. You'll get four cents for each one you make. If you know how and want to make one, take it. Someone will come to collect it in an hour."
"start!"
At a command, the children did not hesitate and immediately and skillfully took away the yarn and crochet hooks one by one.
In less than three minutes, the table was completely empty.
Tu Chaoxi & Follow-up Photographer: ? ? ?
Live stream room: ? ? ? ?
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