T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 329, Section 328: Victory Celebration Banquet

The live stream had just ended when the jailer hurriedly asked Jiang Heyi for the data.

Orange Tea, standing nearby, was also filled with anxiety. The villagers just a wall away were all waiting for good news, and she was worried that the expected numbers might not be ideal.

"Sales reached 217 million," Jiang Heyi said. "They're all sold out. You'll need to find a way to make up the shortfall, but I think it shouldn't be a problem."

Originally, Orange Tea's parents had instructed her to prioritize shipping to their own village and town, since they all see each other all the time.

Upon hearing the result, I immediately realized that I had a narrow perspective.

In just one hour of live streaming, the inventory that had been pressured by buyers to sell at a lower price was completely sold out.

When the villagers shared the good news, the waiting fruit farmers cheered and wouldn't let Orange Tea's parents leave, insisting that Orange Tea make an appearance so that everyone could properly thank them.

Left with no other choice, orange tea had to make an appearance.

The jailer didn't join in the fun; he sat in his chair, leisurely sipping his cola.

"Drink less carbonated drinks, you're exercising," Yuan Yuwen advised.

The jailer spun the bottle around and laughed, "Sugar-free."

The lively laughter outside the wall was highly infectious. Feeling that he had done something meaningful, he felt completely at ease.

Yuan Yuwen further reminded, "This matter is not over yet. Selling the goods is just the beginning. Ensuring the quality of the shipment is of utmost importance. You don't want your reputation to be ruined, do you?"

"I know, I know, I'll stay here until this is all over," the jailer emphasized. "Later, I'll talk to everyone about working day and night, packing and shipping. I'll personally give you an overtime bonus, is that okay?"

A smile appeared on Yuan Yuwen's serious face.

"You know, if you want to do it, you can do it well."

The jailer pulled up a swivel chair and sat down in front of the older brother: "If you hadn't helped me make a well-organized list of things I needed to do and let me follow the steps, I would probably be completely disoriented. In the end, you're the best, brother."

“It’s just that you’re not getting enough exercise. While you were staying home all the time these past few years, working day and night, I was seriously helping Dad with his work,” Yuan Yuwen sighed.

The jailer covered his head and said, "Stop cursing, stop cursing. Brother, you're destined to inherit the family business, so just let me live a life of leisure and wait to die... You should be happy that I'm not fighting for it."

Yuan Yuwen slapped him on the head in annoyance.

They'll never learn to speak properly!

Orange Tea suddenly returned to the courtyard.

"Hey jailer, hurry up, it's time to eat."

The jailer's eyes lit up: "Going out to eat? What are some good farmhouse restaurants around here?"

Orange Tea shook her head: "It's all communal cooking."

Orange Tea's parents were very thoughtful. Regardless of the final outcome, the jailer had come all this way to help, so they couldn't just leave empty-handed. Therefore, they hired a chef who specialized in preparing banquets in the village to cook for them.

Even before they started their live stream, the craftsman was already busy in the village square.

Now that the mission is accomplished and good news keeps pouring in, the banquet has naturally turned into a victory celebration.

Since Jiang Heyi and the others, who were far away, could not attend, the prison guard naturally became the guild representative.

The fruit farmers who had been waiting outside the courtyard greeted him politely and with smiles on their faces; some they knew, and some they didn't.

He had barely taken two steps when all sorts of cigarette boxes opened their arms to him, offering him cigarettes and lighters.

The jailer doesn't smoke or drink.

Upon hearing this, those around couldn't help but praise the "good manners".

"Self-disciplined, well-behaved, truly promising, much better than our children."

"If my child could be half as successful as him, I would be laughing in my sleep."

"No wonder he became a celebrity. He can even make a name for himself by playing games. He doesn't smoke or drink, and his brain works even better."

The prison guard couldn't believe that words of praise like self-discipline, discipline, and ambition could be applied to him.

At a family gathering a few months ago, Lao Yuan was still the main target of his criticism.

Even if he makes a comeback, some people still feel that he only benefited from the support of other members of the guild and that it wasn't due to his own abilities.

All these privileges had always belonged to his older brother since childhood, but suddenly they fell on him. The prison guard felt warm all over, as if a stream of energy was coursing through his limbs and bones. Everywhere he went, an uncontrollable surge of pleasure and tingling sensation rushed straight to the top of his head.

It's comparable to taking a sip of a carbonated drink after exercising on a hot summer day.

Yuan Yuwen saw this, smiled, and took two steps back, letting him show off to his heart's content.

A dozen or so tables were set up in the small square, with a layer of red plastic film serving as table mats, and cigarettes, alcohol and beverages weighing down the tables.

In rural areas, banquets are held continuously, with one table finishing before the next is finished.

The chefs in charge of cooking are mostly recognized as skilled cooks in the surrounding area. Their culinary skills may not be as good as those of chefs in hotels, but when it comes to cooking large batches of food, they are definitely not afraid.

Moreover, you don't need to worry about the ingredients used by these chefs; they emphasize freshness. Once a chef has a bad reputation for cheating and dishonesty, he'll never get any more orders.

Rural areas have their own error correction mechanisms.

There weren't many formalities; we started eating as soon as we sat down. At the prison guard's table, besides the village chief and village party secretary, everyone was a teacher from the village.

Knowing that young people don't smoke or drink, and worried that the enthusiastic villagers might have a couple of sips and then insist on toasting them, ruining the pleasant atmosphere, they stayed with them throughout the event, preventing any potential unpleasantness.

They even made a point of emphasizing before meals, "Eating is the priority, put out all your cigarettes," for fear that the smell of smoke would affect this side.

While enjoying the delicious fish belly, the prison guard couldn't help but remind everyone, "The order volume is huge, and we need everyone to work overtime to pack it. I have a few red envelopes here. Please help me supervise the process. I will also give tea money to those who work overtime tonight."

The village chief quickly assured him, "I will definitely help coordinate this. As for the red envelope, please keep it. If you still want to negotiate, it means you are looking down on us."

Seeing the other party's resolute attitude, the prison guard did not force the issue.

"We're using the guild's reputation to help everyone, not only because of the oranges... but also because we genuinely want to support farmers."

The village primary school principal poured himself half a cup and drank it all in one gulp.

He assured us, "Don't worry, we'll pick out the bad and substandard fruit and find our own ways to sell them."

"We will ship all items according to the pre-determined specifications and categories, and we will absolutely not cause you any trouble."

"To put it bluntly, who would dare to do that? If you don't want to come back next year, people will criticize you for the rest of your lives."

As a native of Guangdong, this is the promise that the jailer wants.

Rural areas have their own rules and customs; compared to cities, they place more emphasis on personal relationships and interactions.

Its binding force is even stronger than that of laws and morals.

The principal's words set the tone for this collaboration.

"If the cooperation goes well, I think the rest of the guild would have no objection to doing it again next year for Su Mian." The jailer changed the subject and joked, "Who wouldn't want more delicious fruit at home before the New Year, without having to spend their own money?"

The principal hurriedly said, "As long as you're still willing to come, the guild will cover all the fruit for the New Year. What's the big deal?"

"Then I'm serious."

After he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

Yuan Yuwen thought to himself, "Isn't this eloquent and tactful, leaving no room for error?"

The jailer suddenly changed the subject to orange tea.

"Su Mian, didn't you have something you wanted to mention before you came? Say it now."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table looked over.

There are countless ways to help farmers at the boundary between the virtual and the real world. People travel thousands of miles to come here simply because of the orange tea, and everyone knows this perfectly well.

"After the New Year, I might take my parents to the city; the old house might..."

Before the orange tea conversation was even finished, everyone at the table already understood.

"Don't worry, we will arrange for someone to clean it regularly and keep it in its original state."

“Someone will help feed the chickens and ducks you raise.”

"I guarantee the house will be spotless when you come back."

Not only that, the principal also thoughtfully asked if the old house needed renovation, and mentioned things like the land use documents during the conversation, as if a few casual words would open the door to a fast track.

A burst of laughter interrupted the conversation at the table. The jailer looked over and saw that it was Orange Tea's parents.

He and Orange Tea neither smoked nor drank, so they naturally became the ones being toasted. Many of them even brought red envelopes, and as they talked, their eyes reddened.

The boundary between the virtual and real worlds is blurred by live-streaming e-commerce, which is just a simple task. However, for fruit farmers who have been busy for most of the year, whether they contract fields or grow fruit on their own land to earn some extra money, even small changes in prices have a huge impact on their lives.

Without any influential figures at the table, the line of people standing in front of the jailer and the orange tea vendor, saying "I'll drink it, you can do whatever you want," could stretch all the way to the end of the square and then around the corner.

The topics at the dinner table always came one after another, with abrupt transitions.

One second everyone might be discussing whether to maintain the status quo this year, or gossip about whose child is doing well, and the next second the conversation will turn to themselves.

"By the way, does Xiao Yuan have a boyfriend yet?"

The jailer didn't use a socially-savvy ID to introduce himself here.

He doesn't mind being called "prison guard" too much, but the thought of young people taking pictures with their phones and posting them online makes him uncomfortable.

That scene was so beautiful.

The prison guard admitted frankly, "No, who would want someone like me?"

It wasn't self-deprecation; after being relentlessly interrogated by Jiang Heyi and Zhong Zemo, he became acutely aware of his own eccentricity.

With his outrageously absurd requirements for a partner, it would be a miracle if he could find one.

Unless you are reborn in the Anaworld.

That's strange. Why did they only ask once and then never follow up?
Based on the procedures he was familiar with, shouldn't he be urging the young man to prepare early, since he was young and promising and should start thinking about important life matters?
They don't follow the rules, they're all smiles... What are they smiling about?

　Okay, break over, time to get back into the swing of things!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)