Chapter 41: *Zhong Di Ba* variety show releases pig-selling task, is the pig farm manager Ye Xuan?!

Ye Xuan swept across major popular platforms with unprecedented popularity.

As soon as you open Weibo, Douyin, Baidu, and other major platforms, the hot search list is dominated by news about Ye Xuan.

"Pig-farming Big Shot is Ye Xuan," "Ye Xuan wins Nobel Prize," "Ye Xuan refuses Nobel Prize"...

Any piece of news is enough to firmly grab the attention of netizens.

Ye Xuan's Weibo followers climbed rapidly from the original four or five million within a single day.

1:00 PM, 8.03 million...

4:00 PM, 10.31 million...

9:00 PM, 15.68 million...

12:00 AM, 24.87 million!

That night, Ye Xuan's Weibo follower count stunned countless people.

Gaining 20 million followers in one day!

This simply broke the record for the fastest follower growth on Weibo!

The fastest in the past was only 8 million in one day by a certain big entertainment star, and the current record was completely broken by Ye Xuan at a speed nearly twice as fast!

Countless people started sending private messages to Ye Xuan, wanting to ask what was going on...

But Ye Xuan, as the person involved, had long since closed the major platforms and was already on his way home.

Although his identity was exposed, as soon as Ye Xuan returned home, he was still as busy as usual.

Busy with what?

Of course, busy inspecting his own pig farm!

How can such a large family business be abandoned?!

"Little Bian, you're eating quite happily, oh my, you still want to grab food from Huahua, take it easy..."

"Kunkun, you are simply too weak, you haven't eaten as much as A Chun..."

Glancing at the pigsty, Ye Xuan teased his own fat pigs.

That's right.

After several months of farming, those original little piglets are now plump and strong.

The fat on their bodies looks even a bit intimidating.

Ye Xuan nodded repeatedly, incredibly satisfied.

His title as a "little pig-farming expert" was indeed not called for nothing.

Just as Ye Xuan started to ponder whether these pigs could be weighed and prepared for sale, a shout with a thick local accent suddenly came.

"Ye Xuan..."

Looking in the direction of the sound, he found that it was the village chief who had come over.

Although the village chief is over sixty, he has done farm work often, so his steps are vigorous, and there is no sign of hunching.

It's just that the most prominent thing is the village chief's "Mediterranean" hairstyle, which made Ye Xuan instinctively pay a few more attention. **Chapter 44**