Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 2008 - 1760: Your Grapes Are the Best

The previous heap of regulations, along with all kinds of big data cited by the village’s young people, hadn’t made everyone realize Qiaoqiao’s prowess.

But as soon as these hundred-yuan-a-pound peaches surfaced, the villagers quickly changed their tune.

Everyone’s thoughts were simple:

They all knew how painstakingly they had cultivated their grapes, the high demands they met.

There cannot possibly be any better grapes in the world!

Of course, these grapes were so expensive they couldn’t bear to eat them themselves, and even if there were truly better ones, they still wouldn’t buy them.

Therefore, they couldn’t accept selling them too cheaply.

But this streamer named Qiaoqiao managed to sell her own peaches for a hundred yuan a pound, so the thirty or forty yuan a pound for their grapes is just peanuts, isn’t it?

As long as half of the orchard’s output could be sold, they wouldn’t be worrying like this.

Driven by this mindset, they quickly signed their names.

Only a few small households hesitated, among them were those who had just been muttering and nitpicking.

The secretary shook the contract and clicked his tongue: "Are you joining or not? If not, I’ll take the contract away."

A tall, thin middle-aged man in the crowd sighed:

"Uncle, whose secretary are you, really? Why isn’t your heart towards our village?"

"We’re just a small household, it’s not like we’re disagreeing, just not signing. It’s just that the five-yuan-per-pound fee, and it takes half a month! You say..."

He grimaced as if the money represented some huge loss, also pained:

"We can’t compromise so quickly! At least discuss it. After-sales, if he wants after-sales, then after-sales it is. But the payment, they gotta pay first, right?"

The secretary was old, but he had also bought things using vibrato, he even knew how to use the group-buy vegetable app!

At this moment, he sneered: "You’re so arrogant?"

"Pay you and let them handle after-sales, what, are they here for charity?"

"Five yuan per pound, I also think it’s a lot. But if he can sell all my grapes, I’m willing—stop the nonsense, just say if you’re joining or not! If you’re not, I’m leaving."

The three households with the middle-aged man hesitated, but no one wanted to take the lead, so everyone stayed indecisive.

At this point, still hemming and hawing: "Well, we should haggle, right? Does it have to be five yuan? Three is quite a lot too..."

The secretary said nothing, just turned and left.

As soon as he left, among the gathered people, someone panicked first:

"If we really don’t participate, and at the end, only ours aren’t sold, wouldn’t we lose big?"

"Lose what?" said the tall, thin middle-aged man:

"We’re not those big households, we only have one or two acres, when they’re sold out, we have fewer competitors. We could set up a stall roadside and sell slowly, saving the commission."

"Moreover, I just dislike their worldly ignorance. A web celebrity comes and they feel it’s so amazing, willing to give whatever price they want..."

He curled his lips: "Think about it, so many grapes, if they were sold, wouldn’t it amount to ten or twenty million? The interest in half a month would be considerable!"

"No wonder people get rich, see how shrewd they are! Also, if the money sits there, and they handle after-sales—how much the after-sales sell for, that’s entirely up to them, isn’t it?"

"If a client says one grape fell, over there they arrange to compensate ten yuan, squandering away like a wastrel, do they feel no pain?"

"But our money, that’s all hard-earned."

Muttering, rambling, the central thought remaining constant—reduce the price!

However, after waiting a while, there wasn’t a price drop, but rather, the village’s printer started humming again.

Before long, the secretary brought out a few contracts and handed them to them:

"Well, the streamers aren’t forcing your participation, they’re here entrusted by the leaders. It’s best to make it decent."

"If you really don’t wish to join, here’s a contract for voluntarily abandoning participation in the streaming sale, please sign it."

Ultimately, the young only understand clauses, oblivious to the village’s tricky nature.

As the secretary contemplated, he glanced at the contract, the discourse from them, casually adding a patch—

"Not signing is fine, anyway, what matters is the streaming sale contract."

Little did they know, this was Lun Chuan’s intention.

They were here to do good, not to stir up frustrations.

Whether or not they signed was secondary, it served no purpose. It was casually asked to a lawyer, who drafted a template hastily.

The priority wasn’t on this, but rather solidifying the opposition.

Just as expected.

Such formal items placed down, the tall, thin middle-aged man grew even more resolved:

"I won’t join! All this lofty talk, yet the prices are exorbitant. We have so many grapes, who knows how long it’ll take to sell?"

If they sell over ten days or half a month, their small orchard, daily roadside stalls would suffice.

Saving on commission is quite a deal.

The villagers...

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, whispering to those around: "They’re just desperately grasping at straws, far from composed."

This mishmash of trivialities didn’t slip past Song Tan.

However, doesn’t every village house one or two annoying families?

No matter how quirky, can they be worse than Old Lady Zhou?

With this thought, she felt at ease.

Nevertheless, as the secretary walked in, she promptly asked:

"Please help outline the boundaries of their orchards to avoid mistakes during sampling checks."

Just evaluating people’s conduct, Song Tan suspected his grapes might not match others in quality.

After all, good fruits demand no less than solid investments. Any corner cutting, and quality naturally reveals the gap.

But considering they’re not cooperating, leave them be.

Her gaze now shifted to the grapes Tao Zhuangzhuang had just brought over:

"Your grapes are excellent."

She rarely praised, causing Lun Chuan and Qiaoqiao to turn their heads, Qiaoqiao even reached out to pick one, her eyes lit up:

"Sister, this one tastes better!"

Tao Zhuangzhuang just heard praise for his grapes, barely having time to boast like an old woman selling melons, when he saw the famous streamer already exuberantly extolling it.

This, this direct?

He opened his mouth, momentarily stuck.

Meanwhile, Lun Chuan also picked a grape to taste, nodding finally: "Indeed, of those delivered, this household’s are the tastiest."

The grapes are large and full, closely linked yet not crowded, with both ends equally filled, evidently well-managed.

Lighting and water-nutrients, not a bit sloppy.

Tao Zhuangzhuang finally arranged his language, preparing to commend his grapes further, asking if the price could reach the 40 tier.

Only to hear them declare: "Yan Ran! Come taste these grapes, maybe test this household first. With such standards, they could reach 50."

Tao Zhuangzhuang: ...???