Chapter 71: Never Been Anxious

Liu Yue smiled slightly and brought Shen Mo and the others to the rental owner of the trade fair venue.

The other party was a friend of Grandpa's, a forthright old gentleman surnamed Qin.

Seeing Liu Yue and knowing her request, this Old Qin led them to find a few small bosses selling goods.

In front of the livestream camera, the small bosses talked about how they ran the trade fair.

The profits weren't small, but the pressure was also great.

The main pressure lay in the selection, purchasing, and quality of goods, whether they suited this fair, and so on.

After all, if you picked the wrong items, you really could end up with several hundred thousand in goods stuck in your hands; not only would you work for nothing that month, you'd also have to cover some losses.

Although generally a contract was signed and unsold goods could be returned, the shipping, the trade fair's rent, the travel costs back and forth, and so on still had to be borne by oneself, adding up to tens of thousands.

These small bosses also recommended a few decent factories to Liu Yue that could be used for livestream selling.

Oh, and they also talked a bit about the production of food factories.

Outside the trade fair, the old gentleman had someone bring over a few stools; a small boss took some sunflower seeds and milk tablets from his own booth, and Liu Yue and the others sat together cracking them open.

The livestream room blocked the faces of the small bosses to avoid being cyberbullied afterwards.

A boss wearing a pitch-black windbreaker, a bit dirty on top, lit a cigarette and sneered:

"Like Russian red sausage—most of what's sold domestically is actually produced domestically, just stamped with a foreign label."

"And those health products, most of them are just vitamin C."

"The main point is they won't kill you when you eat them, and there's a bit of a placebo effect."

"Now the stuff sold by internet celebrities on livestreams is pretty much all like this too."

"Genuine premium goods are way too few—at the very least, you definitely won't find them among the cheap stuff."

The audience in the livestream room went into an uproar.

Wait, brother, are you really saying it so bluntly?

But, is this true?

That small boss said boldly: "I've gone to Russia to get goods. After adding domestic transportation, the cost is just too high, and the profit margin is thin."

"But everyone can rest assured, the domestically produced stuff, in order to slap this label on it, is also of decent quality."

Then this small boss recommended a few factories he knew of whose product quality was rock solid.

Shen Mo heard a Liu family factory mentioned among them.

Immediately after, another small boss spoke up: "Sometimes when we watch internet celebrities sell goods, we get just one feeling—we have way more conscience than them."

"Oh, and buffet restaurants are the same."

"The goods we sell, the items we pick, are all of decent quality and low price, so common folks eat them and say they're good, and are willing to come sell at the next trade fair."

"Those people, for the sake of low prices, they don't give a damn."

"Just the bird's nest and mooncakes sold recently—what the hell were those? I know those two factories too, the conditions were absurdly filthy and chaotic."

"I went and left right away."

"If we took that damn stuff and someone died from eating it, what would we do?"

"And that corn noodle stuff, even dogs wouldn't eat it."

The blunt words once again sent the livestream room into an uproar.

Shen Mo said with a grin: "Bro, can you tell me how you got into the trade fair business?"

Some viewers in the livestream room got excited—Brother Mo is good.

This small boss didn't hide anything and said directly: "I started out as a minor leader at a snack processing factory."

"Later I ran into people sourcing goods for trade fairs, so I joined them."

"Doing this line of work, the most important thing is needing to know a lot of people, running several fairs at the same time."

"Oh, and you also need plenty of capital."

"Because when you first start out, you'll definitely lose money."

Some viewers in the livestream room felt a bit deflated.

So you can lose money too? We thought it was so rough-and-tumble here,

Shen Mo showed a disappointed expression.

Old Qin laughed heartily: "Where in business is there no losing money?"

"There's always gain and loss."

"Like my venue here, at the beginning I lost so much I almost sold it off." Liu Yue laughed along.

Anyway, there was nothing to do in the afternoon, and the small bosses all had hired temporary workers and didn't need to watch the stalls, so everyone just shot the breeze here.

The small bosses talked about the strange people and unusual things they'd seen traveling all over the country.

Occasionally they also complained about some uncouth buyers and the scam factories they'd encountered.

Liu Yue also told them about things she'd experienced.

As they chatted, the topic drifted to immortals, gods, ghosts, and monsters.

In between, Liu Yue and Shen Mo would express shock from time to time.

Are you guys really that awesome?

Have you guys really seen that much?

This made the audience in the livestream room watching the increasingly spirited Old Qin and the small bosses couldn't help but sigh—Liu Yue and Shen Mo really know how to give emotional value.

Clearly knowing the other side was just bragging, yet they kept playing along enthusiastically.

This emotional intelligence, worth learning from.

Eventually the group got to talking about the issue of raising children.

One of the small bosses complained: "My son, although he studies well, is really rebellious."

"I joined a hotel in Jinhai as a franchisee. My wife manages it there. My son eats at the hotel, lives at the hotel, then feels it's not free enough and wants to jump off the building."

A small boss beside him gave a snort of laughter, clamped a cigarette between his lips: "What's that count as? My son, doesn't study well, opens his mouth and says, worst case I'll just run all over the world with you, follow you to load and unload cargo."

Right after, another person complained: "I'm a chef by background, right? My son says, if I can't get into college, I'll be just like my dad—wok in the left hand, spatula in the right, a bottle of beer beside me, a cigarette dangling from my mouth."

At this moment, their children had become their greatest worry.

In the end, the conclusion was that they hadn't spent enough time with them, which let the kids grow crooked.

But if they didn't go out and earn, how would they support the family?

They could only sigh—life is full of changes.

Old Man Qin sighed the same way beside them: "Nothing to be done about it. With kids, just do your best."

"My son, with a perfectly good family business right there, didn't want it either—went off to make movies."

"Pretty infuriating too."

Then a group of people looked at Shen Mo and Liu Yue, asking curiously: "How were you two raised?"

Shen Mo scratched his head, speaking with nostalgia: "I was never raised."

The viewers in the livestream were also looking at Shen Mo with curiosity.

Liu Yue was curious too—Shen Mo rarely talked about his past.

"I grew up with my grandma."

"My little old lady's way of raising me was rough."

"Smoking, drinking, fighting, puppy love—I'd get a beating."

"If my grades were bad and tutoring didn't work either, she'd just give up directly—do whatever you want."

"What was left was love and care."

"Like not letting others bully me, taking me out to eat and drink and have fun, wandering around everywhere, broadening my horizons, telling me stories from her past, telling me about the life experiences she'd seen, about how the world is always changing, about responsibility, and so on."

"Feels pretty ordinary."

From Shen Mo's description, everyone pictured a fierce yet gentle and formidable little old lady.

Shen Mo laughed.

"A very happy kind of upbringing, because my little old lady was never anxious."

The group of small bosses sighed.

In the livestream, the viewers sighed and said—the last line is the key, isn't it.

Because the little old lady was never anxious, Shen Mo's growing environment was always healthy.

(End of chapter)