American Farmers: Facing a Cutoff at the Start

Fett stared in amazement at the almost flawless plan on the notebook.

In just over ten minutes, starting from scratch, a bunch of scattered resources were strung together into a complete business chain, with even cost and user experience taken into account.

"That's incredible!"

"And what about pricing?" Fett couldn't help but press for details. "How much should we price this wooden knife and wool craft class?"

Lina smiled confidently, as if she had planned it all out in advance, and gestured with a few long, slender fingers:

"The wooden knife is priced at $30. Don't think it's expensive; what we're selling is the 'unique' handmade feel. If it were cheaper, it wouldn't have the same commemorative value."

"As for the wool craft class, it's $20 per person. After all, this is a kind of 'edutainment' parent-child time, and for those mothers who are willing to drive dozens of miles to spend the weekend, this amount of money is just the price of two cups of coffee."

Fett nodded repeatedly. This price was set in a way that was both profitable and effective in filtering out the target customers who were truly willing to spend. Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

Meanwhile, Lyra, standing to the side, felt like she was on a rollercoaster, slowly sliding from initial shock to rock bottom.

As she watched Lina speak eloquently, the confidence and professionalism emanating from her very being were like a ray of light, almost blinding her.

Then look at Fett; he's listening intently, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and trust.

The two of them chatted back and forth so seamlessly, their communication so seamless that she felt like an outsider who couldn't get a word in edgewise.

An unprecedented sense of frustration welled up within me.

The sweetness and warmth I felt these past two days from taking care of Fett have now been mostly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

She suddenly remembered the night Fett was injured, when she couldn't even afford the medical bills, and then looked at herself now, helpless and unable to help.

Leila instinctively clenched the hem of her clothes, watching the two figures chatting happily, her heart aching terribly.

Is it really true that besides those physical tasks, I can't help Fett any more?

"Lyra? Lyra?"

Fett's call was like a thread, abruptly pulling Lyra's wandering thoughts back.

She trembled, blinked quickly, and forced back the nascent bitterness in her eyes.

When he turned to look at Fett, a big smile was already on his face, although the curve of his lips looked a little stiff.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Fett didn't notice anything amiss; he simply handed her the notebook and pointed to the section about "Wool Crafting Class":

"I'm asking you, do you have any opinions on this plan? Especially this part, which was specifically designed for you. Can you handle it?"

Leila took the notebook, her gaze lingering on the proposal for two seconds, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the edge of the page.

She raised her head, trying to make her voice sound light and confident:

"No problem, great! It's just taking the kids to make felt, leave it to me!"

"Okay! It's settled then!"

Fett slapped his thigh and said heartily:

"Since this part of the business depends entirely on you, then all the profits from these wool-making classes are yours!"

"Although it's not much, it's still a form of income."

Upon hearing Fett's words, Lyra's feelings instantly became complicated.

She didn't want to be treated as a weak person who needed charity or special care, especially in front of Lina, a powerful and wealthy woman.

but……

She took a deep breath. "Okay! I'll accept it then."

After settling Lyra in, Fett turned to look at Lina, his eyes sincere:

"Lina, I really don't know how to thank you."

"Your ideas have been a great help."

"If it weren't for you, I might have messed things up and driven all the customers away."

Lina closed her notebook, a graceful and alluring smile playing on her lips, her eyes glancing at Fett almost imperceptibly.

"I'd be happy to help. As for thanking me..."

She leaned forward slightly, her tone carrying a hint of half-serious complaint and coquettishness:

Instead of just saying thank you, reply to my messages more often and chat with me more.

"I was a complete stranger in Arkansas and didn't have many friends."

"I finally found someone I liked, but she's always too busy to talk to me."

Fett scratched his head and smiled somewhat sheepishly:

"It's just that I'm struggling to make ends meet; I've been incredibly busy these past few days. Once I'm done with this, I'll definitely treat you to a nice meal. Order whatever you like."

"Okay! You said it, it's a deal!" A smile flashed in Lina's eyes as she readily agreed.

Fett looked around and slapped his forehead:

"Hey, we were so busy talking about business. I was just saying at the door that I'd invite you in for a cup of hot tea, but it's been half a day since you got in and I haven't even offered you a sip of water. Come on, let's sit in the living room and chat, it's warm there."

As he spoke, he stood up first and led the two of them outside.

The three entered the spacious and bright living room, where the fire in the fireplace was still crackling.

As soon as she walked to the sofa, Leila didn't sit down.

She stood there, glanced at Fett, then at Lina, and suddenly spoke:

"Fett, I won't sit down."

She pointed in the direction of the neighboring farm:

"I need to go home first."

"Now that we've decided to hold a wool craft class, I need to go to the warehouse and see where my mom has put all the shredded wool scraps. I wonder if she's washed them properly."

"Tomorrow is the weekend, there will definitely be a lot of people coming."

"If it hasn't been washed, we need to deal with it quickly, otherwise it will definitely be too late by tomorrow."

Fett checked his phone and saw that tomorrow was indeed the weekend. "Okay! You go ahead and get ready. I'll go pick out some wood and sharpen my axe later."

Lyra nodded, forced a smile, and nodded to Lina as a farewell.

Without waiting for Fett to say anything more, he turned around and quickly walked out the door, his back view appearing somewhat hurried.

With a click, the wooden door closed, leaving only Fett and Lina in the living room.

The atmosphere in the air subtly shifted.

"That girl likes you, do you know that?"

Lena suddenly spoke, her tone seemingly casual, as she fiddled with the dessert in her hand while glancing at Fett's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

Fett paused for a moment as he poured the tea, the spout hovering in mid-air. After a few seconds, he steadily filled the cup and pushed the steaming cup of black tea in front of Lina.

"I'm not stupid, how could I not see it?"

Lina frowned slightly, not responding, but simply watching him quietly, as if waiting for a reasonable explanation, or rather, for an attitude.

Fett sat down in the chair opposite him, clasped his hands together, watched the tea leaves rise and fall in his cup, and gave a wry smile:

"You know my current situation."

"I have nothing, the farm is at risk of being auctioned off, and I am also burdened with student loans of unknown amounts."

He raised his head, his eyes open yet tinged with a hint of helplessness:

"I can manage on my own these uncertain days. But dragging a nice girl into this mess would only hurt her."

"Right now, all I can think about is how to make money. I don't have any extra energy to think about romance."