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Chapter 180 Sun Huanyu: We'll help you sell

The noise was coming from the ancestral hall and was getting closer and closer, occasionally accompanied by cries and shouts.

Afraid of frightening Chaochao, He Nanzhou reached out and picked up the child, then stood back a bit.

As soon as they stood still, a group of people rushed up and shouted at the villagers who were already standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

"Director, it's all over, it's all over."

"What's finished?" The man called "director" was a man in his fifties. He stepped out from among the villagers, frowning as he looked at the twenty-odd villagers who had come over. "Speak slowly, don't cry and whine, I can't hear you."

Su Fangrong explained to the group in a low voice, "This is our village head of Jinwen Village. We younger folks usually call him Uncle Qiu."

The people of the Great Qi Dynasty looked at each other in confusion. "Is this village chief what our village head means? Why is he called chief?"

I don't understand. Keep reading.

In front of the ancestral hall under the canopy, people were already shouting and talking amongst themselves.

"Uncle Qiu, the internet celebrity who was supposed to help us sell oranges via livestream has collapsed." These were the words of one of the younger men in the village.

The village chief was completely bewildered. "A collapsed house? Their house collapsed, so they can't come?"

He was clearly not familiar with some of the slang used on the internet these days.

The young man was taken aback and quickly explained, "No, what I mean is that the streamer's reputation is ruined. Now everyone on the internet is saying that the goods he sells during his live streams are all defective, not only unpalatable but also expensive, and several people have even been hospitalized with food poisoning. This matter has caused a huge uproar."

The villagers immediately nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes, many people are now demanding refunds. Some are going directly to the seller, but many others are going to him. This streamer is also rude, refusing to admit his mistakes and even arguing that the buyers couldn't afford the genuine products, so they bought cheap counterfeit goods, and blamed him for the problems they got. As a result, netizens are even angrier, and everyone has started boycotting him."

"With him like this, forget about selling oranges for us via live stream. I'm afraid that if he goes online, our oranges will be even less likely to sell."

The village chief's face turned extremely ugly after hearing this.

He took out his phone. "I'll call him."

"I can't get through. I just tried calling. They don't answer at all. If I call again, they just block me."

The village chief was not giving up and tried calling again, but he couldn't get through at all.

He couldn't help but curse.

The villagers were even more panicked when they saw this. "What should we do? What should we do? He's a swindler. He not only took our money to set up the venue, but also asked for a 'slot fee'. He gave us 30,000 yuan."

Su Fangrong frowned and said to Jian Yunsang and the others, "This money was raised by the villagers who wanted to sell oranges through live streaming. It covers not only the venue setup and booth fees, but also the food and lodging for the streamers during this period. They said they weren't used to staying in the village and wanted to rent a hotel in the county town. All things considered, it came to another 10,000 yuan. In total, it's about 50,000 yuan."

There are more than ten households selling oranges. That means that before they have sold a single orange, each household has already spent more than four thousand yuan.

For families like He Nanzhou's, four or five thousand yuan might just be the cost of a single meal. But for the villagers of Jinwen Village, it's money they have to work hard for several months to save up.

If it were just that, they would have accepted their bad luck, but now they can't even sell their oranges.

Just as Su Fangrong finished speaking, a woman's wailing came from the other end, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault for being greedy! I told you that even if it's cheaper, we still have to sell it, but you insisted on listening to your nephew and leaving it here to wait for online influencers to sell. Now look what's going to happen to our oranges, it's all your fault."

As he spoke, the man began hitting the man next to him. Chaochao, being held by He Nanzhou, immediately recognized the man being hit as her Seventh Uncle.

Uncle Qi, hunched over, repeatedly slapped his head. "It's my fault. I just wanted to get a higher price to raise some money. My son is still short of money to buy a house in the city, so we wanted to lend a hand. Who knew, who knew... It's all my fault."

The moment her son was mentioned, Aunt Qi couldn't continue hitting him; she just covered her face and started crying.

"What should I do now?"

Su Fangrong said, “In previous years, when the oranges ripened, fruit distributors we had worked with would buy them at low prices. But they couldn't buy them all, so the villagers had to find other suppliers to sell the rest. This year, we had fewer fruit distributors than in previous years, and two of them kept driving down the price so much that the villagers didn't make any profit. Luckily, that online influencer offered to help sell them, and everyone agreed because they thought they could make a little money. But now, the influencer has run into trouble, and it's too late to find new fruit distributors.”

I wonder how many of these oranges will be able to be sold.

Even though oranges can be stored for a longer time than other fruits, they are still fruits, and they won't be fresh if left out for too long.

Sun Huanyu wondered, "The villagers should have signed a contract with that internet celebrity, right? They can sue him and make him pay them back."

He Nanzhou said, "It will take time to sue him for compensation. The most urgent issue now is the sale of oranges. If they can't be sold, they'll just rot in the fields."

Chaochao became worried, "What should we do then?"

She thought for a moment and said to Jian Yunsang, "Mom, I have some pocket money. Can I buy Uncle Qi's oranges?"

Sun Huanyu laughed and said, "You can buy all the oranges? Even if you have enough pocket money, you can't eat or give away all those oranges."

That's not right either. If the oranges were sent by the He family, they might actually have been able to give them all away.

But that's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. With so many villagers present, if they buy Uncle Qi's food, won't all the other villagers crowd around?

Sun Huanyu's eyes darted around, and he asked Chaochao, "You want to help them?"

Chaochao nodded, "Yes, Uncle Qi was so good to me before, he even taught me how to paint cement."

Sun Huanyu, “…” Is that all? Are children so easily satisfied?

Others may not know, but Jian Yunsang and He Nanzhou do. There were very few people who were kind to Chaochao in the past, so she would remember any kindness shown to her, and would want to repay them as soon as she had the ability.

The little girl wants to help, which is a good thing, and her parents have no reason to stop her.

Jian Yunsang raised an eyebrow at Sun Huanyu, "From what you're saying, you have a solution?"

Sun Huanyu chuckled, about to say something, when the villagers of Jinwen Village became agitated, and some couldn't control themselves and stepped forward to push over a table on the ground.

Seeing this, Sun Huanyu quickly stepped forward to stop them, "Hey, calm down, don't be so impulsive. It's just selling oranges, right? We'll help you sell them."

After these words were spoken, the room fell silent.

The village chief pushed his way through the crowd to Sun Huanyu's side. "Who are you?"

Su Fangrong immediately said, "This is Mr. Sun, a friend of Teacher Jian."