Song Tan's Notes

Despite all the detailed rules and the various big data points mentioned by the young people in the village, no one realized how formidable Qiaoqiao was.

But as soon as these peaches, priced at 100 yuan per kilogram, were displayed, the villagers quickly switched sides.

Everyone's thoughts are very simple:
Everyone knows how arduous their grape cultivation is and how high their standards are.

There could never be a better grape in the world!

Of course, these grapes are so expensive that they can't even bear to eat them themselves. Even if there were better ones, they still wouldn't be willing to buy them.

Therefore, if the price is too low, they will be the first to object.

If this streamer named Qiaoqiao can sell her own peaches for 100 yuan per kilogram, then selling them for 30 or 40 yuan per kilogram is just a piece of cake for them.
If they could sell half of the produce from the orchard, they wouldn't be in such a predicament.

With this mindset, everyone quickly signed their names.

Only a few small households stood hesitantly to the side, including the people who had been grumbling and picking and choosing earlier.

The Party Secretary shook the contract and clicked his tongue: "Are you going to participate or not? If not, I'll take the contract over here."

A tall, thin middle-aged man in the crowd sighed:
"Uncle, whose village secretary are you anyway? Why aren't you loyal to our village?"

“We’re just a small business, it’s not that we disagree or refuse to sign, it’s just that it’s only 5 yuan per pound, and it’ll delay us for half a month! What do you say to that…”

He grimaced, as if he had suffered a great loss of money, and said in pain:
"We can't compromise so quickly! We should at least discuss it with them. As for after-sales service, they can offer it if they want, but we definitely have to pay for the goods as soon as they receive payment."

The village secretary is old, but he has used TikTok to buy things before, and he even uses Tuantuan to buy groceries!

He sneered, "How dare you be so shameless?"

"Here's the money. They'll handle the after-sales service. What, are they here to do charity?"

“Five yuan a pound is too much for me. But if he can sell all the grapes from my family, I’ll be willing to do it—stop talking nonsense and just tell me if you want to participate! If not, I’m leaving now.”

The three families who were with the middle-aged man were somewhat interested, but no one was willing to take the lead, so everyone hesitated.

He was still stammering, "Well, we have to haggle, right? Does it really have to be 5 yuan? 3 yuan isn't bad either..."

The Party Secretary didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, some of the people who had gathered around panicked:

"If we really don't participate, and then we're the only ones left who haven't sold, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

"What loss?" the tall, thin middle-aged man asked.
“We’re not like those big farmers. We only have one or two acres of land. Once they’ve sold out, we’ll have fewer competitors. We can set up a stall by the roadside and sell our produce slowly, saving us the trouble of paying them a cut.”

"Besides, I just can't stand people like them who've never seen the world. They think they're so great just because some internet celebrity comes along, and that they'll pay anyone's asking price..."

He curled his lip: "Tell me, if we sold all these grapes, it would be worth ten or twenty million, right? How much interest would that be in half a month?"

"No wonder they're so rich! Look how shrewd they are! And he said the money is there, and they'll handle the after-sales service—but doesn't that mean they get to decide how much the after-sales service costs?"

"A customer here says a grape fell, and he's already arranging to pay 10 yuan in compensation. That kid's selling his family's land, doesn't he feel the pain?"

"But our money is all hard-earned money."

They mumbled and rambled on, but the central idea was just one thing—the price had to be lowered!

However, after waiting for a while, the price didn't drop. Instead, the printer in the village started spinning again.

A short while later, the Party Secretary took out several more contracts and handed them to them:

"Well, the streamers aren't forcing you to participate. They're just here because they were asked by their superiors, so it's best to do things properly and respectably."

"If you really don't want to participate, here's a contract for voluntarily giving up this live-streaming sales event. Sign it." They're just young people; they only know the terms and conditions, not the scoundrels' true nature in the village.

The Party Secretary pondered this thought, glanced at the contract and the people who had spoken, and calmly continued patching up the agreement.

"It's fine if we don't sign it, anyway, the main thing we're looking at is the live-streaming sales contract."

Little did they know, this was Lu Chuan's true intention.

They came here to do good deeds, not to end up getting into trouble.

They can sign this contract if they want; it's just a stopgap measure. They might casually ask a lawyer, and they'll quickly draft a template.

The key point isn't that at all; rather, it's about firmly upholding the other party's belief that they won't participate.

as predicted.

With such formal-sounding items placed here, the tall, thin middle-aged man became even more incredulous:
"I'm not getting involved! They talk so big and then charge exorbitant prices, but we have so many grapes now, and who knows how long it will take to sell them?"

If they were to sell for 10 days or half a month, their small orchard would be almost ready to be sold by setting up a stall on the street every day.

It's so much more worthwhile to save on that commission.

These people in the village...

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, muttering to the crowd around him, "They're just grasping at straws in their desperation; they're so reckless."

Song Tan didn't miss a single one of these messy and trivial matters.

However, which village doesn't have one or two annoying families?
No matter how eccentric they are, they're still better than Old Lady Zhou, right?

Thinking about it this way, she calmed down.

But seeing the Party Secretary come in, he quickly asked:
"Could you please draw out the boundaries of these individuals' orchards so that we don't go to the wrong places during random inspections?"

Judging from this person's character, Song Tan suspected that his fruit might not be as high quality as those from other families.

After all, if you want good results, you can't skimp on the investment. Even the slightest cutting corners will result in noticeable differences in quality.

But since we're not going to cooperate anyway, let them do whatever they want.

Her gaze was now fixed on the grapes that the Tao family had just brought over:
"Your grapes are quite good."

She rarely gave praise, so both Lu Chuan and Qiao Qiao turned their heads. Qiao Qiao even reached out and plucked a fruit, then her eyes lit up:
"Sister, this one tastes even better!"

Tao Zhuangzhuang had just heard someone praising his own grapes, and before he could even start to promote them himself, the livestreamer was already enthusiastically praising them.

Is it really that direct?

He opened his mouth, but then stammered.

Lu Chuan also picked one up and tasted it, finally nodding, "Indeed, of all these sent over, this one is the best."

The grains are large and plump, and the fruits are closely connected but not crowded. The top and bottom are also plump, which shows that a lot of effort has been put into management.

We provided ample sunlight, water, and fertilizer; we were not careless at all.

Tao Zhuangzhuang finally gathered his thoughts and prepared to praise his grapes again, while also asking if they could reach the 40-yuan level.

Then the other party shouted, "Yanran! Come and try these grapes, or let's do a random inspection of this place first. Grapes of this quality should sell for 50."

Tao Zhuangzhuang: ...? ? ? (End of Chapter)