Chapter 247
His story with Qingyuan Town should have come to an end five years ago, but now it has finally settled.
Secretary Yu left, Jiang Zhuxin finally found her account on Little Green Book), and after some effort, the group successfully registered her on Ofo (another bike-sharing platform).
Hahaha, Sister Song Gua is selling melons, I'm dying of laughter!
I definitely have to support Sister Song Gua's melons! I'll buy them!
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The villagers strained their eyes to watch Song Shiwei and her group sell melons, their hearts filled with joy.
The melons they grew were surprisingly highly regarded by people across the country, and the price was much higher than what they had previously sold wholesale to Beast Zhang.
Some of the women were even moved to tears, silently shedding their own, saying, "Four young ladies, thank you so much for helping us ungrateful wretches."
"Yes, we had no choice but to let our melons rot in the field. Who knew you would actually help us?"
From the Song Shiwei and her team decided to start the live stream at noon until its end, a full seven hours had passed. The Sister Song Gua" had completely transformed into the Sister Selling Melons."
People were almost overwhelmed with demand, but they still hadn't sold all the millions of kilograms of melons; more than half were still left.
"Don't thank me, I can't sell any more, I can't sell any more." Song Shiwei slumped onto the table, almost fainting from exhaustion.
The other three were also about to throw up, waving their hands repeatedly, "We're not broadcasting anymore, it's not selling."
Their exhausted appearance almost made the viewers in the live stream laugh themselves to death. They had never seen anyone actually throw up during a live stream before.
Song Shiwei and the others almost immediately gritted their teeth and shut down the live stream.
Although the live-streaming e-commerce that Secretary Yu mentioned seemed feasible, they were all exhausted and fell asleep as soon as they got back to the Melon-Eating Cottage.
They continued their live stream the next day before leaving, but even with such a large audience, Song Shiwei and her group still had more than half of the melons left unsold when they left Qingyuan Town.
They helped the villagers sell a third of the melons; now it's up to them to figure out how to sell them themselves. Consider it a lesson for them.
They can't live in a utopia built for them forever; they need to find their own way to survive.
Hopefully, this time they can open their eyes wide and properly distinguish who is good and who is bad.
Don't fall for bad people again and end up being completely fooled.
When they left to eat melons, almost all the villagers spontaneously came out to see them off.
They couldn't hold back their excitement when they saw the pile of local specialties on the ground.
The villagers expressed their gratitude to them in the simplest and most heartfelt way.
[I was moved, I was moved again. Who understands? They may have done some minor misdeeds, but they're definitely not bad people.]
[I never expected to bring back so many local specialties just from recording a variety show. I've made a fortune!]
Song Shiwei's innermost thoughts almost broke the villagers' guard.
They watched Song Shiwei and her group's car drive away, then gave a wry smile. They really were a little mischievous at times, and a bit envious of others' success; they never expected their retribution to come so quickly.
It seems they'll need to accumulate good karma more often in the future; they won't always be so lucky as to run into Miss Song and her friends.
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At Capital International Airport, the four boys, looking radiant, carried local specialties given to them by their fellow villagers and walked with a brisk pace.
They both gained a lot from this short trip. Xu Zizhen and Xi Zining looked at each other, found each other, and held hands tightly.
We've been bickering for over a decade, and we'll continue bickering in the future.
"Weiwei, if you need any help in the future, just let us know." Xu Zizhen looked at Song Shiwei affectionately.
They really have to thank Miss Song; if they hadn't heard her heartfelt words, they probably would have missed each other for the rest of their lives.
"Okay, okay, I'll look for you guys next time I need investment." Song Shiwei nodded; her love for money was impossible to hide.
[Hehehe, two Best Actress winners, can you lower their appearance fees?]
[I remember there was a yuri drama that was looking for investors recently, it was supposed to be a huge hit! These two seem like a perfect match.]
Song Shiwei glanced silently at Xu Zizhen and Xi Zining, who nodded generously, "Okay, from now on, whenever you contact us, Weiwei, we'll halve our fees."
Song Shiwei:?
It was as if she had been suddenly hit by a huge pie.
Even after leaving the airport, I still felt a bit surreal, especially after seeing Jiang Xun, the feeling of unreality intensified.
What's Jiang Xun doing here? Did he come to pick me up?
Jiang Xun walked over unhurriedly, naturally taking the suitcase and bags from Song Shiwei's hands, and handing her the prepared flowers. "Madam, welcome home."
Jiang Xun had his secretary keep track of Song Shiwei's schedule in advance, knowing she would arrive at the airport today. So he instructed his secretary to prepare flowers in advance, finished work an hour early, and rushed over. His eyes lit up the moment he saw Song Shiwei skipping and jumping out.
He quickly went over and handed the flowers to Song Shiwei, and also prepared flowers for the other three guests as well, except that Song Shiwei received red roses, while the other guests received lilies.
"Weiwei, a red rose! Could it be one of your suitors? Your suitor is quite perceptive." Xu Zizhen was usually too busy fighting with Xi Zining to know that Song Shiwei was already married.
Seeing Jiang Xun's attentive manner, she subconsciously assumed he was Song Shiwei's suitor.
The young man is tall, handsome, and a perfect match for Weiwei; they've agreed to the marriage.
"This is my wife," Jiang Xun said with a light hum, unhurriedly.