Chapter 449: Still 60

Outside the courtyard, Aunt Lianhua and Secretary Xiao Zhu were picking out the large ones from the baskets, wrapping them one by one in foam, and then placing them into fruit boxes in order.

Aunt Lianhua laughed heartily: "Secretary Zhu, look how good your life is since coming to our village! You can even pick peaches on the spot—ah, this one is huge!"

Once the peaches were placed into the foam holes, she couldn't help but exclaim: "This packaging is really good. Wrapped in so many layers of foam, they won't get bruised no matter what."

"That's for sure!" Secretary Xiao Zhu was also extremely proud.

"Back then, I had to compete against thousands of others to pass the civil service exam, and I put in quite a bit of effort to get selected for such a geomantic treasure land as our village!"

Actually, that wasn't the case.

It was mainly because this batch of university student village officials were all assigned to these impoverished areas with small populations, with the hope that the young people's ideas could inject some new direction and vitality into the old land.

As for which area they were assigned to, it was purely a matter of fate.

To be honest, she had been here for a long time and hadn't found any stable route to improve everyone's quality of life.

Who would have thought that after Song Tan returned and started tossing and turning, she actually saw a glimmer of hope!

Looking at the peach in his hand, Boss Qian truly had tears in his eyes, and then he gnawed it clean, bite by bite.

Afterwards, he gripped his phone tightly and strode out of the courtyard.

What's more—

"Two years! If I wait two more years, I'll earn more money and contract the entire orchard, sob sob..."

He trembled: "It can't be 16, right? I can't afford that!"

What kind of cost is 6 yuan?

Qiao Nan:...

The laughter was exceptionally distinct.

In the living room, hearing Boss Qian finally ask about the most critical price, Zhang Yanping's dark face instantly froze.

After gnawing it clean, he looked left and right, attempting to find a brick or a hammer to smash the peach pit open...

"Damn you, Old Wu! You didn't even tip me off about the new peach variety your family developed!"

If fruit merchants were to resell them, how much more would they add? The moment the peaches were actually sold, the price would definitely not be lower than 50. That wasn't the point; the point was that he dealt in high-priced fruit, and there were so few of them!

"Why is it so delicious? Why is it so delicious? How did I encounter such peaches now?"

Qiao Nan also looked at him with regret: "It's not 16, it's 60—don't you think these peaches are worth it?"

The two of them looked at the tea leaves in their hands with lingering attachment.

Song Tan widened her eyes: "It's already very cheap!"

There was still some fruit flesh left on the peach pit, but he couldn't bear to throw it away, and without feeling ashamed at all, he gnawed on it carefully.

"It's 60 when bought here; it'll be at least 120 per jin when sold."

"Boss Qian, since you've come in person and were introduced by Boss Wu, we won't say anything else. We'll give you a friendly price here—"

Thinking of this, Boss Qian could only touch a large green peach with heartache and a sigh, and then—Crack! He took a bite.

The next moment, Boss Qian threw away the peach pit as if he had given up on everything, took a deep breath, and wiped his face:

60 per jin, and they had at least half a jin of peaches in their hands, right? Just one bite and 30 was gone!

Zhang Yanping took Qiao Nan outside and asked in a low voice: "You said 60 yuan per jin on the livestream earlier. Is that the price for Boss Qian too? Since he came to wholesale, it should be cheaper."

... As for how much he sells them for after taking them back, that's none of my business!

He looked around and finally turned his gaze to Song Tan.

Holding onto the last glimmer of hope, he asked: "... 6 yuan?"

Boss Qian's heart was beating like a drum!

I worked so hard to make the peaches this good!

"The livestream price is 60 because Qiao Qiao likes his little friends. The wholesale price is also 60."

"Is this price a bit..."

"Since you know the fruit is so good, why didn't you say a word when I was collecting from other orchards this year?! You didn't even recommend it. Are you not treating me like a brother?"

Whoa!

Song Tan withdrew her hand, expressionless: "Why don't you eat two more peaches... 6 yuan isn't even enough to cover my costs."

Because the peaches were truly delicious, that crisp, refreshing sweetness rushed straight to the top of his head, and his whole person felt as if wrapped in the fresh scent of summer peaches.

And... 60 yuan, how dare you ask for that!

Qiao Nanchen, whose family is in the fruit business:...

The next instant, he was completely stunned, his mouth only numbly chewing.

And these tea leaves, 10,000 yuan per jin, wouldn't one brew cost seventy or eighty?

16 yuan, he had the money, but first, putting all his money into this was a huge risk. Second, for 16 yuan worth of goods, how much would he have to sell them for to the fruit merchants?

Good grief, they came to the countryside to inspect, and this family didn't offer cigarettes or be polite, but the price that went into their stomachs was not low!

It wasn't quite that bad.

Song Tan didn't have any regrets: "It's okay, if the business doesn't work out, there's always next time. Let's just consider it making a friend. Since you're here, have a peach!"

He drank some hot tea as a cover, and his stomach was instantly nourished by the exceptionally different taste, but the better the tea, the more his heart trembled.

Seeing her so determined, Boss Qian felt like tears were about to flow.

And just at this moment, Boss Qian, who had already finished the first bite of the peach, suddenly began to sob:

But if he bought a few more jin, then the money...

"Sister, wait for me a moment!"

At this moment, he was touching a peach in his hand while gnawing on it, and at the same time picking out the small, green-and-red-mixed ones to stuff into the box.

"What, what, what? What did you say?!"

Just as he stood still, before he could even dial the phone, Zhang Zui let out a string of colorful curses:

You extend your left hand to gesture, the middle eight fingers curled, with the pinky and thumb raised low.

In the sweltering summer heat, Old Wu, who was running a nursery business, was just strolling outside the garden with a teacup when he was hit head-on by such a barrage of insults from Boss Qian, leaving him completely stunned—

Meanwhile, Song Tan was coldly urging the two inspectors: "Don't be shy, have a taste! If you think they're good, it's quite appropriate to take a couple of jin back for your family when you leave."

How could that be?

Boss Qian wanted to jump up!

The two looked at each other, each sensing the other's joy.

People are planting peach trees for the first year; as long as they can sell them for 3 yuan, the capital will be safely recovered!

Song Tan smiled sincerely and simply:

The expressions of the two inspectors eating were stiff.

"Do you think I can't afford these expensive peaches? You never intended to introduce them at all!"

The problem is, at 60 yuan a jin, if I only buy two jin later, wouldn't I have missed the opportunity?

The two finally felt sympathy for Boss Qian and, at this moment, bit into a peach with a 'crack'.

"And that tea, you've had that tea back for months, you just brag about it, but you never said you'd send some for me to taste, sob sob... If only you'd let me know earlier that there was such a good thing, I wouldn't be left with only 700,000 yuan in cash flow now, you Old Wu..."

The two inspectors were also startled, and the peaches in their hands suddenly felt too hot to hold.

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