A Group of Troublemaking Villagers, Watermelon Pit Erupts

Three yuan per jin to purchase watermelons...

This quickly spread throughout the village, igniting fervent accusations from everyone. In less than an hour, people started to stir, feeling cheated by Chen Xuan...

Suddenly, a surge of people moved, heading towards the old village chief...

"Village Chief... is it true that Chen Xuan guy is pocketing the difference, buying them at two yuan per jin and tricking my old mother out of her medical expenses? I'm irreconcilable with Chen Xuan, we must tear up the contract, we don't need him to broker these watermelons..."

"Right... Chen Xuan is black-hearted. When he was going to college, I even gave him ten yuan, and now for a little bit of hard-earned money, he's making a one yuan difference. We must tear up the contract..."

"We must tear it up... Is he not afraid of divine retribution for scamming us like this?"

A group of villagers, filled with righteous indignation, cursed and condemned. The old village chief frowned. As expected, someone was causing trouble. If it weren't for the signed contracts, Chen Xuan's family would have been overturned.

"Do you all really want to back out? We're all from the same village, and you've signed contracts..." the old village chief tried to persuade them in a deep voice.

"Pah... Chen Xuan, that black-hearted fellow, may he have a son with no anus! He even scams us farmers out of our meager earnings. We must break the contract..." a usually loud-mouthed aunt shouted, and everyone else joined in the uproar.

The old village chief sighed. There would be no more peace in the village. He couldn't help but recall a story about a loving couple who lived contentedly every day. One day, someone threw a gold ingot at them, and from then on, the couple harbored their own thoughts, constantly arguing...

Their family fell into disarray...

A large group of people, armed with hoes, sickles, cleavers, shovels, hammers, and carrying poles, menacingly marched towards Chen Xuan's house.

"What are you doing?" Chen Xuan's father, standing at the door, turned pale. Seeing a crowd at his doorstep, he became furious.

"What else can we do? It's all because that brat Chen Xuan tricked us into signing contracts, buying watermelons at two yuan per jin. Now someone in the village is offering three yuan. He's cheating us out of our hard-earned money..."

"Give us our money back... No... tear up the contract immediately, we want to sell to someone else..."

"Call your son out! He even scams the village elders and adults. He's truly studied his way into the dogs' bellies..."

The crowd cursed and swore, showing no regard for decency, as if Chen Xuan was deserving of all this and was utterly wicked. Chen Xuan's father was stunned on the spot...

Chen Xuan and Nuwa also heard the commotion and immediately came out of the house. This caused an uproar, which the old village chief managed to suppress, otherwise, the crowd would have rushed into the house and started shouting.

"Little Xuanzi... they say you cheated everyone, that others are buying at three yuan and you're brokering at two yuan. Is this true?" the old village chief asked urgently.

"That's not true. I, Chen Xuan, do things with a clear conscience. Since you all say I've cheated you, just hand over the contracts. I'll also say this: if you regret it later, don't come looking for me..."

"I'm not making a single cent from brokering watermelons, and yet I'm being attacked by everyone. Remember today's events..."

Chen Xuan felt a weary helplessness. He had intended to do a good deed, but in the face of profit, it had almost turned everyone into an enemy...

"Heh heh... Regret? You scoundrel should be kicked out of the village! You studied for two years and lost your conscience. Doesn't it hurt? We will never regret it..." someone immediately shouted.

"I'm backing out..."

Chen Xuan noted down these people and took out the contracts. He tore up the contracts one household at a time. After getting their way, the crowd left in a hurry, rushing to find someone to cooperate with at three yuan per jin.

"What about you guys?" Chen Xuan noticed that a third of them were still hesitant, which surprised him, as they were mostly familiar faces.

"Little Xuanzi... we've all watched you grow up. Since we asked you to be our broker, Third Aunt won't tear up the contract..."

"Right, right... Since you're brokering, even if we lose a little, so what? You can't harm us..."

"Uncle Eight supports you. You're the only college student in the village. Even if I gave it to you for free, I wouldn't hesitate..."

The words of the elders and village leaders reassured Chen Xuan. He felt the warmth of the sun shining on him. The saying that acquaintances wouldn't do business with you was simply because they were too familiar...

Life is about experiencing both cold and heat to achieve mutual benefit...

"Don't worry, I'll make sure they regret this, and you'll all earn enough money." Chen Xuan was very confident.

"Stop with the nonsense, kid... We'll be choosing a new village chief in a few days. I've already informed the higher-ups. You just get ready," the old village chief said with a chuckle.

"I'll do my best." Chen Xuan smiled helplessly. He had offended a group of people. Could he even become the village chief?

"If you dare to cheat your uncles and aunts, then our Chen family will have no place for a son like you." Chen Xuan's father was also furious. He had just asked him to broker watermelons, and this mess had ensued.

Chen Xuan smiled without speaking. His father could be ruthless, even cursing him.

Nuwa watched everything quietly, only sighing. The complexity of human hearts and the struggle for profit were not a form of darkness, but rather something inherent in all things in heaven and earth. No matter how many eons passed, it would never change.

"Kid... This Palace wants to return to the Primordial World..." Nuwa said faintly.

"Nuwa... I don't even know how to get back right now. Don't be in a hurry..." Chen Xuan comforted her. It had been extremely difficult to persuade her to come here. If she left now, how would he develop future generations?

At the Milin Hotel...

After Zhang Yongchang answered the phone, he slammed the table, startling the group of managers. He announced loudly, "Two-thirds of the watermelons from Chen Family Village are all contracted! Announce it to the public immediately: anyone who dines at the Milin Hotel will receive a membership card. Spend a thousand and get two hundred off, and a flat 20% discount..."

"You can also enter a lottery! The first prize is a free trip abroad. Note that you can take a photo under the goddess statue..."

"Yes..." The management team immediately began to make arrangements.

Starting that evening...

Outside the Milin Hotel, there was a constant stream of traffic, and the parking lot was crowded. Whether at the entrance or through various channels, the news had spread: the hotel was offering the same batch of watermelons as the Junyue Grand Hotel, attracting many successful individuals...

Western cuisine was the current trend, associated with successful people...

At the Junyue Hotel across the street...

More than half of the foot traffic was siphoned away. After all, the promotional activities were too attractive, starting with an 80% discount and a grand lottery, with the first prize being a free trip abroad...

"What do we do? Didn't you say the fruit contracts were all signed? Why can the Milin Hotel buy them?" Zhou Dawei's hands were trembling. He was most afraid of a competitor poaching his resources. If that happened, he would truly be ruined and his family destroyed.

"I... I don't know either. Let's see how things play out..." Zhou Yanhong was also flustered. She sent a message to Chen Xuan on KouKou, waiting for a response.

She looked out the window at the customers coming and going, their smiles as they entered the Milin Hotel, moving in groups. It was too lively...

Ding...

Her phone chimed. It was a message from Chen Xuan. She had expected it, so she sent a signal back: "Don't worry, they'll regret it..."

"Really..." Zhou Yanhong was overjoyed. The stone that had been lodged in her throat finally came down.

"More real than pearls, I'll make them regret it." The phone quickly replied.

"I believe you..." Zhou Yanhong replied, unable to hide her excitement.

Seeing his daughter's elation, Zhou Dawei's furrowed brow relaxed. "Any good news?"

"Dad... they said not to worry, just wait and watch the show." Zhou Yanhong was practically bouncing.

As expected, inside the Milin Hotel...

A group of people were drawn in by the headlines. After tasting the watermelon, they all showed looks of disappointment. Some picky customers didn't hold back and cursed at the lobby manager.

Zhang Yongchang, who had been excited and calculating the day's revenue, immediately had his subordinate bring him a piece of watermelon to taste after hearing the news.

The result was no different from an ordinary watermelon, and it was even more watery...

Wasn't he ripped off?

"Damn it... which bastard did this? Why didn't they inspect the watermelon before saying the acquisition was successful? Aren't they screwing me over?" Zhang Yongchang's entire face turned a liverish color as he cursed, calling them a bunch of stupid pigs.