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Wang Ye glanced at his watch; it was almost 7 p.m.

The number of viewers in the upper right corner of the live stream remained at 3.4 million.

The 100,000 jin of apples in the shared bikes had long been plucked clean, leaving not a single bud.

The scrolling of comments on the public screen was faster than the wheels of a high-speed train.

They have absolutely no intention of moving.

Wang Ye reached out and grabbed the phone screen on the stand, and smiled.

"Alright, brothers, the division is complete. The landlord's family really has no surplus grain."

"Tonight's special event to help farmers has successfully concluded. My stomach is growling like a tractor, so I'm getting ready to go have a big meal after the broadcast."

"Everyone go home and find your own mothers. Our friendship remains unchanged, and we'll meet again someday."

After saying that, he aimed his index finger at the red close button in the upper right corner and was about to press it.

Before the fingertips could even touch it, the chat exploded into a sea of ​​scarlet exclamation marks.

The screen was filled with uniform, mournful cries.

"Don't close! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

"Even the donkeys in the production team dare not leave work this early!"

"I didn't even get a core of 100,000 jin of apples, and you think you can just walk away now?!"

"Chairman Wang, you have no heart!"

"Don't end the stream! Even if you're just sitting in front of the screen picking your toes, I'll watch for two hours straight!"

"Singing! We absolutely have to sing! We'll sing 'Sunny Day' at the welcome party, 'Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart' at the school anniversary party, and today we've achieved a great victory in helping farmers—you won't be leaving Beishan Village without a new song!"

"Yeah! Sing a song! If you don't, I'll climb over the internet cable and steal your car wheels tonight!"

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, with carnival-style and super-popular special effects flooding the screen.

Multicolored lights flashed wildly on the monitor screen.

Standing to the side, Chu Chu covered his large headphones and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Pei Nana walked forward in her high heels, handing the tablet computer in her hand to Wang Ye, her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses full of smiles.

"Chairman, the will of the people cannot be defied."

"The number of online users is still increasing; everyone is lining up to let you sing."

"If you forcibly cut off the signal now, our company's front desk complaint hotline will probably be flooded with calls tomorrow morning."

Wang Ye withdrew his finger and rolled his eyes.

"This generation of netizens is really hard to please."

"They're making me busk to compensate them for not being able to buy an apple. So I've become your personal karaoke machine?"

Wang Ye was grumbling on the surface, but he wasn't really angry inside.

Wang Ye's thoughts sank into his mind.

"System, open the Godly Rich Shop interface."

The light screen instantly spread out in front of the retina.

Wang Ye locked onto the target at first glance, without even needing to refresh the page.

[The pinnacle of parallel world pop folk music—"How I Long to Embrace You in This Ordinary Life"]

【Product Price: 800 Godly Coins】

The introduction is very straightforward.

The music is pure, with an acoustic guitar as the base and the melody building up layer by layer.

The lyrics strike a chord with the listener, vividly portraying the persistence, struggles, and discontent of ordinary people in their mundane lives.

This scene perfectly captures the feeling of sweating profusely in the muddy orchard today.

"Eight hundred Godly Coins, a good deal."

Wang Ye made the decision without any hesitation.

"System, purchase immediately!"

The notification sound of deducting 800 Godly Coins faded away.

The techniques of playing and singing the entire set of songs, along with the emotional understanding, instantly flooded into every nerve ending in the body.

The muscle memory of the fingers and the position for vocalization have all been adjusted.

Wang Ye opened his eyes.

He gestured with his chin toward the trunk of the van next to him.

"Chu Chu, bring me that Martin all-solid wood guitar from the trunk of my car."

Chu Chu's eyes immediately lit up, and he ran all the way to the black van, quickly carrying out a black hard-shell violin case.

Wang Ye took the violin case and unlocked the metal clasp.

He held a top-of-the-line folk guitar with a natural wood color and a matte finish in his arms.

He casually plucked the strings a couple of times with his fingertips.

The clear, lingering overtones rippled through the cool evening breeze.

The lighting technician behind the monitor quickly turned on two sets of high-powered warm lights, and the orange halo enveloped Wang Ye.

The millions of viewers in the live stream fell completely silent.

The screen was filled with "Holy crap" for half a second, then filled with expectant comments.

Wang Ye adjusted the position of the lavalier microphone and leaned forward slightly.

He looked at the dark camera lens, his tone becoming calm and composed.

"Since everyone is so interested, let's have an extra meal on the spot."

"I spent the whole day in Pinggu today, watching the villagers working hard in the fields, seeing the most basic aspects of their lives, and I was quite moved."

"I wrote a new song called 'How I Long to Embrace You in This Ordinary Life'."

"This is dedicated to everyone who was desperately trying to snag an apple in the live stream today, and also to everyone who perseveres through the mundane days."

The words had barely left his lips.

Then, gently pluck the strings with your index and middle fingers.

A highly narrative guitar arpeggio flowed out slowly.

There are no complicated electronic sound effects, and no flashy fast-paced playing.

Only the clean, pure resonance of wood echoed in the silent orchard.

Wang Ye approached the microphone, and his voice instantly switched to a folk tone with a slightly hoarse, grainy quality.

Rich, deep, and full of the warmth and everyday life of its people.

There are many things in the world...

"You can't take anything with you when you die..."

"All you can take with you is yourself... and your temper..."

The first line of the verse has just been sung.

Wen Xiaoya, who was standing next to the camera, swayed slightly.

The girl's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

On the live stream's public chat screen, the scrolling speed of the densely packed comments visibly slowed down.

All the netizens who were typing and urging each other on their screens stopped typing.

That overwhelming sense of life's vicissitudes struck without warning, breaking through everyone's defenses.

Wang Ye closed his eyes slightly, his fingers naturally changing fingerings on the strings.

"You once had the most beautiful love..."

"The most beautiful melody you've ever heard..."

"Having touched upon the fear of loneliness within a person..."

"I've also seen the most beautiful scenery..."

The resonance of the strings gradually deepened.

Wang Ye's originally gentle fingerstyle playing turned into a light tapping of the strings with his fingers and the sides of his palm.

The beat fell again and again, touching the hearts of every listener.

He tilted his head back, facing the cold wind blowing from the mountain valley, and his chest resonance suddenly rose.

refrain!

I stumbled and staggered towards you...

"You can't leave alone either..."

"We talked about it together, no matter what..."

"We've been through thick and thin together..."

"To grow old peacefully and quietly..."

boom!

The persistence and passion in the lyrics, recorded by top-notch sound equipment, directly hit everyone's eardrums.

Outside the orchard, several elderly fruit farmers who had just finished packing the boxes stood there, stunned.

They don't understand sophisticated music theory, but they can understand the feeling of living life to the fullest in the songs.

The old man raised his calloused hand and vigorously wiped his eyes.

After a few seconds of pause, the comments on the public chat exploded.

"It was the middle of the night, and it made me cry!"

"All you can take with you is yourself and your temper..." This line hit me right in the gut!

"How did Mr. Wang develop such a voice?! He can sing with the youthful feeling of a sunny day, roar with the raw passion of a child's rock, and now he sings folk songs with a heart-wrenching maturity!"

"It would be an injustice if this song didn't become a hit!"

"It's so good! Please, please put it on music platforms soon! I'll pay for the single, okay?!"

Wang Ye didn't look at the violent reaction on the screen.

He flipped his wrist, gradually increasing the force of his strumming on the guitar.

The second chorus brings the emotions to their peak.

There are many things in the world...

"You can't take anything with you when you die..."

"All you can take with you is yourself... and your temper..."

"We embraced each other desperately, leaving no room for loneliness..."

"Powerlessness is our inevitable final fate..."

"Powerlessness is our inevitable final fate..."

The last note faded away.

Wang Ye gently tapped the six strings with the heel of his right hand.

The lingering sound faded away.

All sounds are silent.

Apart from the occasional exhaust sound from large trucks, there was no other noise in the entire Xiangyangpo orchard.

Standing to the side, Chu Chu's big eyes were red, and she was desperately wiping away tears with a tissue in her hand.

Pei Nana pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, bit her red lips tightly, and her chest heaved violently.

As for Wen Xiaoya, she stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed on Wang Ye, the moisture in her eyes completely transforming into a burning adoration.

The man sat on a tattered fruit basket, holding a cheap wooden guitar, yet he exuded an emotional power that dominated the entire scene.

A full five seconds passed.

The gift effects on the public chat screen completely went out of control.

Rockets, carnivals, and helicopters rained down like they were free.

The number of likes, which had already exceeded 20 million, was pushed to 35 million by enthusiastic fans.

Wang Ye took the guitar off his body and casually handed it to Chu Chu beside him.

He stood up from the fruit basket again, rubbed his wind-blown hair, and the deep look on his face vanished instantly.

Wang Ye reverted to his usual lazy, nonchalant, and irritating expression.

"Alright, guys, this is just an impromptu doodle. Listen to it and that's it."

"The lyrics are pure nonsense. Eat and drink as usual, and don't take things to heart."

"The apples will be delivered to your homes in a couple of days. If anyone receives a bad apple, please contact SF Express or our official customer service. We will compensate you for any bad apples."

Wang Ye grinned and waved his wrist at the camera.

"My stomach is really rumbling with hunger."

"End of broadcast!"

"Clatter!"

They didn't give the more than three million viewers in the live stream any time to react or try to keep them there.

Wang Ye ended the live stream.

The screen went black instantly.

The only thing left in the entire live stream room was a line of large white text: The streamer has left.

Chu Chu, backstage, took off his headphones and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Boss, you end your broadcast faster than a thief steals a wallet."

"Tens of thousands of people in the comments section are cursing your guitar strings, saying you're heartless, cold-blooded, and unreasonable."

Wang Ye patted the dust off his trousers and gave a soft hum.

"They don't know anything, this is called scarcity marketing."

"If they spend all their time in the live streaming room, I'll become a wage earner."

Wang Ye turned around and looked at Wen Xiaoya, who was standing to the side with red eyes.

"Secretary-General Wen, why are your eyes so red, like a rabbit's?"

"Were you so engrossed in listening to music that you went crazy?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Xiaoya's cheeks flushed crimson.

She lowered her head and hummed softly.

"No...it's just...it's just that the wind was too strong, and sand got into my eyes..."

Wang Ye laughed loudly.

"Alright, stop pretending to be deep. I can hear my stomach growling."

"Everyone on the bus, dinner at Pinggu Grand Hotel!"

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