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"Chenwa, come and take a look!"

At the warehouse entrance, Uncle Jiang Jianguo squatted on the ground, holding a hand-rolled cigarette in his hand, his face full of worry, puffing away.

In the warehouse behind him, sweet potatoes piled up like small mountains, some of which had already begun to sprout.

Beside him, rows of cured meat and sausages, still glistening with tempting oil, were, in Jiang Jianguo's eyes, "death warrants" that were about to be devalued.

"These sweet potatoes were all stored by every household in the village during last autumn's harvest, totaling several dozen tons."

Jiang Jianguo exhaled a thick smoke ring, his voice filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"I was hoping to get a good price in winter, but nobody's coming to buy them. Now that it's getting warm, if we still can't sell them, they'll all rot in the cellar!"

"And this cured pork, all collected from various households in the village as you instructed, weighs several thousand pounds. If this stuff is left out for too long, the oil will 'grow,' and it'll be worthless!"

Every word my uncle said represented the hopes and anxieties of dozens of households in the village.

If tourists buy them one by one, piece by piece, when will they ever sell out?

This is a heavy stone weighing on the hearts of everyone in Jiangjia Village.

Jiang Chen looked at the mountain of local specialties, then at his uncle's face, etched with wrinkles by time. A clear word flashed into his mind.

Live broadcast with goods!

However, Jiang Chen himself was too lazy to show his face in public.

He needs a "spokesperson".

A spokesperson who can represent the most simple and authentic image of Jiangjia Village.

This person doesn't need to be eloquent or handsome, but must be down-to-earth and able to inspire a sense of genuine trust in the audience.

Jiang Chen's gaze swept over the simple, honest faces around him.

Finally, his gaze precisely locked onto two people.

One of them is my uncle Jiang Jianguo, who looks worried, honest, and clearly doesn't lie.

The other one was Wang Dagou, my childhood friend, who was standing not far away, with his hands on his hips, directing the security team to maintain order, exuding a fierce aura that said "keep away"!

One is a socially awkward, honest guy; the other is a hot-tempered, street-smart guy.

This combination is amazing!

"Da Gou, come here for a second."

Jiang Chen waved to Wang Dagou.

Wang Dagou came running over excitedly, his face full of fat, and he forced a fawning smile.

"Brother Chen, what's up?"

Jiang Chen looked at him, like a wolf in sheep's clothing trying to abduct Little Red Riding Hood, and smiled meaningfully.

"Da Gou, do you want to be an internet celebrity?"

"Huh?" Wang Dagou picked at his ear, thinking he'd misheard. "Become what? An internet celebrity?"

He shook his head like a rattle drum with his large, fan-like hands.

"No, no! Brother Chen, don't tease me!"

"I'm terrible with words. All I can do is swear. If you made me talk to that thing, I'd kill the conversation!"

Jiang Chen didn't speak, but simply held up two fingers.

"I'll give you a raise, 20,000 a month, plus commission."

Wang Dagou's rattle drum stopped abruptly.

His eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing quickened.

He looked at Jiang Chen and stammered, "Twenty...twenty thousand? A month?"

"Mm." Jiang Chen nodded.

One second Wang Dagou was full of resistance, the next second he suddenly slapped his chest, making his pectoral muscles thud.

He straightened his back, his face filled with unprecedented confidence and a sense of mission!

"elder brother!"

Wang Dagou's voice was loud and firm!

"I think I was born for this!"

"Forget about being an internet celebrity; contributing to the village is my bounden duty!"

The speed at which he changed his expression left Li Qiang, who was standing next to him, dumbfounded.

Having dealt with Wang Dagou, Jiang Chen then persuaded his uncle.

Hearing that he could help the whole village sell their goods just by eating in front of the camera, the honest and simple Jiang Jianguo, though nervous, still reluctantly agreed.

Just do it!

Jiang Chen's decisiveness once again drew everyone's attention.

Instead of choosing to livestream from home or the office, he set up his livestream studio right there in this warehouse filled with sweet potatoes and cured meat!

The backdrop is those mountains of sweet potatoes and forests of cured meat!

This is called pristine!

This is called an immersive experience!

This is called direct supply from the place of origin!

Immediately afterwards, trucks bearing the "JD Logistics" logo drove into Jiangjia Village.

A group of technicians in professional uniforms began moving equipment into the warehouse.

Three of Sony's top-of-the-line full-frame mirrorless cameras! Forming a multi-camera live streaming matrix!

Sennheiser wireless microphones from Germany guarantee clear, pure sound!

Dozens of professional fill lights of different sizes and power levels illuminated the entire warehouse as brightly as a Hollywood film set!

Jiang Chen has always adhered to only one principle when it comes to spending money.

We don't aim for the most expensive, we aim for the best!

These are professional equipment that ordinary people have never even seen before. They cost tens of thousands of yuan, and Jiang Chen didn't even blink an eye.

Wang Dagou and Jiang Jianguo's legs started trembling at the sight of this scene.

They felt like they weren't going to do a live broadcast, but rather to appear on CCTV's "News Broadcast".

Soon, a professional live-streaming studio, full of modern technology yet imbued with a strong local flavor, was set up in a corner of the warehouse.

Everything is ready.

Jiang Chen looked at the scene before him and nodded in satisfaction.

He took out his phone, logged into his Douyin account, and gave the soon-to-be-launched live streaming room a simple yet touching name.

Good products from Jiangjia Village

He took a deep breath, looking at his uncle Jiang Jianguo, who looked nervous and didn't know where to put his hands, and Wang Dagou, who was practicing making faces at the camera.

He made a "start" gesture to the two of them.