Chapter 2148

To be honest, the sight of the fruit crates in both trucks simultaneously overturning was truly enough to shock anyone.

Various fruits clattered and rolled across the ground; before Jiang Ji could even react with shock or anger, the pervasive, rich aroma in the air—so strong it was unpleasant—made his face change color.

Instantly, silence fell.

Boss Song furrowed his brow, picked up a fruit and sniffed it carefully, his expression worsening: "This… this taste is off! How could these fruits have such a strange aroma?"

The porters Boss Song had brought were at a loss, fearing they'd be implicated, and hurriedly said, "Boss! We only handle transport; these are already packed!"

"These fruits aren't the same as before! What are you up to?"

Boss Song's face turned livid with anger; he slammed the fruit to the ground, his voice thick with fury: "Boss Jiang! You actually deceived us with this trick! Our cooperation ends here!"

Jiang Ji's face went pale, his voice trembling: "Boss Song, please hear me out—we… we don't even know why this happened…"

"It might also be due to the weather; we'll think of something…"

"Enough!" Boss Song cut him off, his tone icy: "No matter what methods you use, we won't take these fruits anymore!"

The old man sighed, shook his head: "I thought I'd found the taste of an old friend, but never expected this result… truly disappointing."

"But this fruit…"

The old man looked at Jin Chen with half belief, half doubt, sizing up this strangely handsome youth with emerald-green eyes.

Jin Chen immediately said he could invite them to the farm to have a look.

The old man staggered as he grabbed his son's arm, his wrinkled finger pointing to the distant hill: "Go, go to that farm right now!"

Jiang Ji watched the retreating backs of Boss Song and the old man, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Clearly, this big deal was just one step away from completion—why could the final step be interrupted like this!

He looked at Qin Zong, his voice filled with helplessness and grievance: "Why did this happen! You said we wouldn't be discovered…"

"'Enough, what can I do if I can't support myself!'"

Hearing Jiang Ji's reproach, Qin Zong inexplicably felt a surge of anger; the humiliation from being scolded by Jin Chen was still fresh, and now his plan had been exposed again.

Jin Chen…

Qin Zong clenched his fist, the black markings on his palm tight, the hostility in his heart heavier than ever.

The arriving Jiang family members saw the scene, both shocked and angry.

"You say you can't find work outside, yet your uncle entrusted you with the orchard—is this how you manage it?!"

"No wonder you won't let us interfere! You kept insisting you had new technology—what new technology could ruin the orchard like this?"

Although the orchard belonged to Uncle Jiang, the money was actually pooled by the relatives; they trusted Jiang Ji enough to hand it over to him, but later, whenever they came to check on the orchard, they were put off with excuses.

Afraid that the water dew would be discovered, Jiang Ji had no choice but to watch helplessly as the trees rotted one by one, fearing blame even more.

Who would have thought it would be discovered in this way.

Now no matter how he cries, gasping for breath, the Jiang family relatives also cannot be Soft-hearted, angrily grabbing the iron hook and marching into the orchard.

Without looking, you wouldn't know; but a single look reveals it's shocking.

Jiang Ji's aunt shrieked and scolded: "All the family's money went into the orchard! Now the roots are rotten all the way to the ground—how are we supposed to live?"

——

Jin Chen brought Old Master and Boss Song back to Harvest Farm.

It truly opened the eyes of Boss Song, this "modern person" living in a steel metropolis.

Sunlight sprinkled over the fields, fruit trees hung full of plump, bright fruit, the air filled with the fresh scent of vegetables and fruit; walking into the breeze, one could even smell a flower fragrance so refreshing it could be called heart-soothing.

But Old Master, contrary to his previous noisiness, became unusually quiet, and as his memories rippled, he even carried a hint of shy nostalgia for the countryside.

Lin Mian, having just returned from the farmstead fun, stood by the field ridge trimming branches and leaves, occasionally glancing toward the gate waiting for Jin Chen.

Seeing Old Master's trembling figure and Boss Song from that day's stall, he froze for a moment, then put down his shears and went forward to greet them.

Old Master narrowed his eyes to size him up, then murmured, "These brows and eyes… they truly resemble your father."

Lin Mian's heart jumped; before he could speak, Jin Chen invited the two to sit in the courtyard, with the black cat leading the way.

"Jin Chen… what's going on?" Lin Mian felt a bit at a loss, his reliance on Jin Chen being subconscious.

He almost forgot they were still in the midst of their "sulky standoff".

But Jin Chen hadn't forgotten.

He let out a soft hum, turned his head to stare at the air, and explained the whole story from beginning to end.

As for why Old Master lost his memories, Tai La and Ke Luo Ni, who had come over to watch the excitement, had something to say.

"This boy still has residual elf power."

To Tai La, Old Master's age could at most be considered that of a young man.

Not to mention Lin Mian—he's just a little kid.

But Tai La wouldn't dare address the human emissary in such a way.

"To prevent too many humans from leaking the elves' otherworldly secrets, many elves choose to erase their memories before leaving." Ke Luo Ni continued.

Lin Mian asked: "Is there a way to make him remember my parents without touching the elf part?"

The bard Ke Luo Ni stroked his harp, gave a sly smile: "How about wrapping the story in a song? Human memory is like a deep pool—toss in a pebble and ripples will spread."

Lin Mian felt a hint of anticipation; since coming into contact with the elf world, he had never heard any stories about his parents from others.

Thus, Jin Chen's one-sided sulk was noticed by only one person.

Jin Chen, furious, grabbed Ling Gun Gun, who was still nibbling an apple, and gave him a rough shaking.

Indoors.

Lin Mian brought over two cups of clear tea: "Being able to meet my father's friends truly makes me happy."

Old Master took the teacup and gently sipped.

Just then.

The lingering harp melody echoed across the farm, as if carrying some mysterious power.

Old Master heard the piano music, a dazed look flashed in his eyes, as if he had been taken back to the past.

Boss Song looked out the window doubtfully, feeling that this farm was quite upscale, even playing Western music for guests, hey.

The piano music gradually grew softer, Old Master closed his eyes and murmured, "I remember, your father was a very mysterious person……"

Lin Mian listened very attentively.