Chapter 1218

The director and the cameraman were so intoxicated by filming on the mountain that they completely neglected the fact that so many establishing shots weren't actually needed; by the end, it had turned into a showcase of beautiful scenery...

Perhaps every commercial director has a literary heart.

But this literary sentiment didn't even last until noon before it was interrupted by a spell.

Nothing else, it was just Boss Chang arriving in person, charging into the fields with enthusiasm and vigor, looking left and right, planning and critiquing, as if he were already imagining his own empire.

In a sense, since he pays the most, he is always right.

Thus, the three of them could only set up their cameras and watch Boss Chang walk from one plot of land to another, while Song Tan followed listlessly by his side, her expression exceptionally depressed.

However, the cameraman on the side stared at the lens: "Don't say, this Boss Song looks really good on camera!"

The director glanced at the lens and was also stunned.

"Could my eyes have deceived me?"

That Song Tan is good-looking is something everyone realizes at first glance, and the director is no exception.

But compared to those celebrities in the entertainment industry whose bones can be counted, this figure is bound to look fat on camera.

After all, nowadays thinness is considered beauty; anyone over 1.65 meters tall tries to control their weight to around 40 kilograms. Whether it looks good in reality isn't important; one must look ethereal on camera.

And then there's the appearance; an oval face in today's costume dramas, without sufficient makeup and styling, will only be ground down by filters to look big-headed, big-faced, and flat.

This is also the reason why many girls who look good in reality appear ugly once photographed.

The director has seen many actors after all; he can tell at a glance whether someone is suitable for the camera.

But now, Song Tan in the lens doesn't look fat at all, her facial lines are very smooth, and she looks only slightly worse than she does in reality.

The director stroked his chin and watched for a long time, finally reaching a verdict:

"... There is a kind of beauty of abundant vitality."

So healthy!

Just as he was muttering, Song Tan in the lens seemed to sense something, and her gaze looked over.

The director was stunned for a moment, then looked at the lens with the cameraman again after a while, and finally could only say regretfully:

"Look closely, isn't the recognizability a bit low..."

Sure enough, the mountain scenery is better to look at.

And over here, Boss Chang's heart was bubbling with joy.

Nowadays, all the places on the mountain without trees are planted with vegetables; there are many varieties, they grow well, and they are picked and delivered batch by batch. He dare not imagine how good his business will be this year!

What makes people happiest is that the entire mountain before his eyes is his source of goods! Those fruit trees that are blooming brilliantly will also be contracted in the future!

Boss Chang smiled so wide his gums were showing, but he didn't forget the potential threat—

"That vegetable vendor surnamed Zhao from your local area, he shouldn't be able to afford to contract so much, right?"

Song Tan suppressed a smile: "Old Zhao doesn't contract these; he only wants a small amount, and sources the rest from the village."

The vegetables in the village can also be considered small boutique items; placed in Old Zhao's shop, in the local market, they actually fit better than her high-priced vegetables.

"What about the fruit trees? That person surnamed Qian or the one surnamed Wang, the two of them were hesitant when paying; let's not sell to them this year, right?"

Song Tan thought about the messages the two bosses sent every few days, as well as their anticipation for this year's fruit, and still said:

"Let's sell."

"After all, they were very sincere in our first cooperation, and they handled things earnestly; the fruit sold didn't damage the reputation at all."

"Half of the fruit on the mountain this year will go to you; as for the remaining part, half will be sold online, and the other half will go to them."

"However, the fruit will increase in price this year; if they don't want it, it will all go to you."

Contracting is the price for contracting, and sharing among everyone is the price for sharing; Boss Chang actually doesn't lose out.

But he still sighed painfully at this moment:

"Selling to them is so much trouble! You might as well pack it all for me; I'm a person who loves to spend money, and the price I give is also good..."

Who can complain about having too many good things?

"Besides, I have many rich people there too! Isn't selling this fruit faster than the boutique supermarkets he supplies?"

Although what he said makes a lot of sense, but—

"It's just starting to bloom; you all are thinking too early. Let's see when the time comes."

Boss Chang is really afraid of this "let's see when the time comes," fearing that it will be gone while watching.

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Then your family's soybeans, corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, etc., can they be sold to me this year?"

Song Tan:...

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's sell a batch online first, then talk about the rest."

Boss Chang became frustrated: "With your family's purchasing power online, will there be any share left for me after selling one batch?"

"Actually, there's no need to sell online; you have to pack, you have to mail, and you have to do after-sales... It's troublesome and doesn't make money."

But Song Tan disagreed: "This is Song Qiao Song Qiao's career; now that he has achieved some results, we must help him maintain it well."

Boss Chang was speechless.

A moment later, he pointed to the large patch of Chinese milk vetch at the foot of the mountain:

"Let me load a truck of that today."

Song Tan:...

"Don't be greedy just because you see others loading a truck. Aren't you collecting other vegetables today? Just collect a little bit of this every day to go with them, just to eat something fresh."

"Loading a truck back, could it be that your hotel will be full of this for the whole day?"

Not setting up a stall this year, the Chinese milk vetch in the fields isn't worth mailing, so half was booked by Xin Jun and Boss Old Zhao.

The positioning of the farmhouse at Xin Jun's home is different from Boss Chang's; they can't handle things that are too good, so just like last year, they ordered a few thousand jin, using it as a free gift to keep the business going.

The main point is to let everyone miss it, but not excessively.

Old Zhao, on the other hand, regularly needs to get some good things to maintain his high-net-worth clients, and incidentally, to taste something fresh himself.

Plus, there are nearly 10 mu of rice to be planted this year, and now the rice fields are full of this stuff; there is no shortage of quantity.

And it is planted in batches, so the growth progress is also very different.

Just waiting for the latest-ripening batch to be harvested, the remaining old ones will be directly harvested and pulled to the river beach.

The main point is not to waste a single bit.

And Boss Chang sighed gloomily:

"Actually... you can't finish 10 mu of rice either; sell me three or five mu, high or low?"

"But isn't three or five mu of rice a drop in the bucket for your hotel? It makes no sense."

Rice is relatively easy to mail; netizens have been looking forward to it for a year, and she also intends to sell some.

After all, Song Qiao Song Qiao's fans have terrifyingly stable emotions; they haven't caused any storms in over a year, and they are very tolerant of him...

Doesn't this need to be rewarded?

Boss Chang disagreed: "Who says so? I can cook porridge."

Song Tan:...

"Is the porridge you're talking about thick congee, or the kind where you have to scoop around the bottom with a big spoon just to get a few grains of rice in a bowl?"

Boss Chang chuckled.

Why wouldn't that work?

They even sell rice soup in their shop.