Bian Yan's parents were still busy in the kitchen. When they heard the voices, they hurried out.
At the sight of a fresh-faced, pretty young man standing beside a handsome man with a composed air, neither of them quite knew what to make of it.
Bian Yan called Lucky to heel and happily introduced them to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my classmate Yu Nian, and this is the big boss I told you about. You can just call him Mr. Qin."
"And this is Uncle Zhang."
Bian Yan's parents were a little bewildered, but their smiles were warm. "Hello, hello! Come on in and sit down."
They were invited into the living room, where Bian Yan bustled about serving tea and water.
His parents hadn't expected them to be so thoughtful, even bringing gifts, and both looked at a loss. Only after Yu Nian explained things to them again did they shyly accept.
They couldn't help becoming even more attentive to their new guests.
When Bian Yan first told them about this, they had privately felt uncertain.
After all, it was already generous of his classmate to help, yet this classmate also knew some big boss who wanted to come discuss purchasing their produce.
This was no small sum of money.
A problem that had left them at their wits' end for so long suddenly seemed solvable, and it felt almost unreal.
They had assumed this big boss was, at most, some relative of Bian Yan's classmate whose family had a bit of money. They would have been deeply grateful if he kindly helped take a few hundred pounds off their hands.
It wasn't until that morning, when they heard a group of outsiders had come to the village to conduct a survey and confirmed that they were