Chapter 1517: The Distribution of Invitation Letters

Yun Feng's invitation letters had arrived, but the ones for the fans on Qiaoqiao and Lu Chuan's side had yet to be sent out.

For one thing, the "Number One Fan" in the village had already claimed one spot—that's right, when the Number One Fan isn't busy starting a business, he truly has more money than he can spend.

What a down-to-earth rich second generation he is; he's actually still honestly earning a salary of over 1,000 a month!

With nowhere to spend his money, he ended up giving it all to Qiaoqiao as livestream tips.

No wonder he's always getting special treatment at the homestay!

Now, only a few months later, he's already been fed until he's rosy-cheeked. Lu Jing truly couldn't bear to see someone paying to work to such an extent.

As for the remaining invitation letters—those for the leaderboard winners and the fan lottery—Yang Zhengxin said: "We can tell the readers in advance to set aside time for that day, but it's best not to send the invitation letters too early."

Otherwise, if the recipients receive them and aren't interested, they just won't come, which isn't a big problem.

But what if they turn around and sell them for a cheap price?

Yang Zhengxin spoke from deep experience: "Remember the Houji selection we attended in the Imperial Capital? I was busy there for several days. Regular people can't get into the official selection, but many of the exhibitions beforehand also require invitation letters—many people didn't know who to give them to, so they just came in to eat and take things, and their attitude was terrible."

Since that's the case, and this is an important tasting event organized by Proprietor Chang, the backend real-name verification process takes time, so they decided to just listen to Yang Zhengxin and send them out in the last few days.

Nowadays, the probability of Fengfeng Express getting delayed is very low. If there really is a loss or similar situation, once the spot is confirmed, the guest can just come and verify their identity in person.

There were two days left until the invitation letters were to be sent out, and the wheat was still being sun-dried at the entrance. Qiaoqiao, wearing his new boots, kicked his way through the spread-out wheat grains and nimbly flipped them over.

Yang Zhengxin had set up the livestream room, and now that they had given an early notice, he opened it.

Today's livestream title was very straightforward: 【Be here at 3 o'clock sharp for the lottery!】

With Qiaoqiao's popularity, they didn't need to ramble on to extend the time and build up hype.

Therefore, when Yang Zhengxin saw a fan's comment, he immediately set up the pre-written cardboard sign in front of the camera without a word.

【Those who can arrive in Shancheng before 12:00 PM on 5/29 can participate in the lottery. To the rest of our friends, thank you for your patronage!】

Once this was said, everyone stopped discussing the wheat and instead broke down:

【What does that mean? What does that mean? I just got here and I'm already disqualified?】

【A working stiff who can't get time off and has no money to go to Shancheng is gently heartbroken.】

【Oh wow! I'm from Shancheng! I'm coming, I'm coming!】

【What kind of good stuff is it? Why do we have to go to Shancheng?】

【I have the time and I can get there, but if it's not something from Qiaoqiao's place, I'm not interested.】

【Although I don't know what it is, since they are holding a livestream so solemnly, it must be something good! Let me have a go.】

The comments were all over the place. Yang Zhengxin saw that everyone was quite passionate, then checked the time—there were still 10 minutes until 3:00 PM sharp.

Since that was the case, he might as well explain.

Qiaoqiao was still happily kicking the wheat—walking through the thick, plump wheat spread out on the ground, feeling the grains scattering from his ankles to both sides as he moved; only those who have experienced it understand this feeling.

It didn't mean much, but it was just addictive.

You can even walk in an S-shape through the wheat pile, walk horizontally or vertically, or walk in all sorts of patterns.

Yang Zhengxin looked at him and decided to explain it himself: "Everyone who watched the brewing livestream last year remembers, right? That batch produced hundreds of jin of liquor."

"This liquor is too strong and potent. Although we've obtained the licenses, the blending of the white liquor still requires an experienced master to try it little by little. Our resources are limited, so we handed the liquor over to Proprietor Chang of Chang Le Ju in Shancheng..."

Proprietor Chang, watching the livestream far away in Shancheng, felt a sting in his eyes and nearly shed tears: his treasure VIP supplier was becoming more and more famous, and now, he couldn't hide them even if he wanted to.

Sigh!

But then he remembered the handwritten letter sent from thousands of miles away on the mountain, in which the person affectionately addressed him as "Little Chang" and asked about many things regarding his ancestors...

Proprietor Chang—oh no! Now, Little Chang was in high spirits!

From now on, his business could be considered to have gained another backer!

If not for that, he would never dare to make his business partner public.

Although it was made public on Qiaoqiao's side, the people watching the livestream might not be on the same path as his competitors.

But, it was public now!

In short, Little Chang, who was gradually growing stronger, and Song Tan, who was becoming more and more closely tied to the village, although they didn't seem to have any fame, were already strong enough to protect themselves.

Proprietor Chang was feeling deeply emotional on his end, while the livestream room on the other side had already exploded:

【Liquor? What did I just hear!!】

【Stop talking and hurry up with the lottery!】

【I don't like drinking... but my dad does! I'm entering the lottery!】

【I've never had liquor, but I really want to try the liquor from Teacher Qiaoqiao's home.】

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah, this liquor-loving star is going crazy!】

The comments were a chaotic mess.

Yang Zhengxin had originally wanted to see what questions everyone had and reply to a few, but looking at it now, his eyes were going blurry—what was there to look at?

He simply picked up the phone stand and pointed the camera at Qiaoqiao: "In short, that's the situation, and that's how the raw liquor is being provided."

"And this proprietor has put countless efforts into blending the liquor, finally creating a white liquor that everyone loves—today's lottery is to take advantage of this precious opportunity from Qiaoqiao's supplier to win a few invitation letters to the white liquor tasting event for everyone."

"By the way, this white liquor tasting event of ours isn't the kind where you listen to a lecture in a village and get a box of eggs. Those qualified to participate in this event basically have membership fees of over a million."

"But everyone can rest assured, there won't be any sales pitches inside; it's purely because we've obtained good stuff and are inviting those who know their stuff to come and taste it."

"So please cherish this opportunity. And with the invitation letter, you can also receive a gift that is absolutely worth more than the price when you leave—which is also specially provided by us."

He spoke lightly, but the fans had all sorts of thoughts:

【Got it, Qiaoqiao has built up enough hype, now they aren't planning to do hunger marketing, but are raising their own status.】

【My family receives 8 or 10 invitation letters for this kind of tasting event every year, and they are all just to sell liquor. I suggest those who aren't well-off really don't need to go.】

【Great suggestion, don't suggest next time.】

【Qiaoqiao has never scammed anyone from the beginning until now. I just want to see that gift bag, what is "worth more than the price."】

【Sales pitch? Marketing? When has our Qiao Bao ever lied to anyone!】

Yang Zhengxin calmly finished explaining the matter, and looking at the messy comments saying all sorts of things, he couldn't help but sigh. ===== CHAPTER 1518 =====