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"Hurry up! The money's ready! If you don't upload the link soon, I'll buy it from somewhere else!"

Jiang Chen watched the exciting scene from off-camera, a confident smile curving his lips.

He calmly gave the instructions to Wang Dagou through the earpiece.

"Da Gou, link above."

"Okay, bro!"

Wang Dagou had been waiting impatiently for a long time. He frantically fiddled with things backstage and then yelled at the camera.

"Family members! Three, two, one! Link up!"

A link with a shopping cart icon popped up in the bottom right corner of the screen.

[Jiangjia Village's juicy roasted sweet potatoes, 9 yuan for 8 jin (4 catties), free shipping nationwide except for remote areas!]

The moment the link appears.

The order notification sounds in the backend are insane!

"Ding-dong! You have a new order!"

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The sounds were no longer coming one by one, but had become a continuous, rapid, and ear-piercing buzzing!

Just three seconds!

The inventory quantity at the top of the screen instantly dropped from "10000" to zero!

The link turned gray and displayed three large characters: "Sold Out".

The live stream was filled with cries of despair.

"Holy crap! It's gone? I just clicked on it and it's already gone?"

"Holy crap! I didn't even have time to enter my payment password! Streamer! Add more content! If you don't, I'm unfollowing!"

"Waaaaah... I feel like I've missed out on the whole world..."

Jiang Chen was slightly startled when he saw the terrifying data in the backend.

"Uncle, Da Gou, don't just stand there, keep introducing the cured meat!"

Jiang Chen immediately issued new instructions.

With just these two people, the pace is too slow.

His gaze shifted and fell upon a group of middle-aged women in the corner of the warehouse, who were watching the commotion while helping to pack the express delivery boxes.

Got it!

Jiang Chen walked over quickly, a warm smile on his face.

"Hey ladies, wannabes? Want to be a star?"

Upon hearing this, the women were taken aback at first, then they all waved their hands shyly.

"Hey, Chenwa, don't make fun of us!"

"With our wrinkled faces, what's the point of going on TV? We'd be lucky if we didn't scare people!"

Jiang Chen made the decision without further ado.

"Who says it can't be? We're all going for the original flavor! Come on, everyone line up, we'll take turns going up to help pack it, and chat with our family in the live stream while we're at it!"

The aunties' innate love of fashion and beauty was instantly awakened!

Grandma Wu, who had just been shy, was the first to rush home. In less than five minutes, she changed into a purple-red floral jacket that she had kept hidden away and only wore during the New Year. Her hair was combed until it was shiny and oily.

"Quick, quick, does anyone have lipstick? I can borrow it to put on some!"

My aunt pulled out a tube of lipstick that had been used for several years and was almost impossible to twist out from some pocket.

This lipstick immediately became the focus of the entire room.

The older women lined up like they were fighting over a treasure, carefully applying the lipstick to their lips.

Some applied the lipstick too darkly, some too lightly, and some even applied it outside their lips, but everyone's face was filled with excitement and solemnity at the upcoming grand ceremony.

The entire backstage area of ​​the live stream instantly transformed into a "wartime dressing room" filled with rural charm.

Fourth Aunt Zhou Suqin, who is usually very shy, was pushed and pulled into the line by the crowd.

"I...I can't do it, I'm scared..." Zhou Suqin's face turned as red as a cloth.

"What are you afraid of!" The fiery third aunt grabbed her shoulder and, without saying a word, picked up the precious lipstick and applied it to Zhou Suqin's lips.

"Hey! Don't move!"

"Pout!"

"Look, isn't he much prettier now!"

And so, a bright red lip was born.

When this "auntie squad," whose average age is over sixty, dressed in all sorts of colorful clothes and wore varying shades of bright red lipstick, appeared in front of the live broadcast camera.

The entire live stream room erupted in excitement once again!

"Hahaha! Help! What an amazing girl group! They should debut right now!"

"Hey lady on the left, your lipstick is crooked, but your confident look is really beautiful!"

"Oh my god! I saw my grandma! The third one from the right, she looks exactly like my grandma!"

The women were a little nervous at first, but their packing movements were incredibly fast, thanks to muscle memory developed from decades of farm work.

While packing the food, he started chatting with the viewers in front of the screen.

"Oh my, girl, you've got your eye on this cured meat? You have good taste!" Grandma Wu said to the camera as she tied the cured meat with straw rope, as if she were talking to a neighbor's child.

"This cured pork was smoked by my old man with pine and cypress branches for a full three months! The oil that comes out when it's fried is so fragrant it would make the neighbor's kid cry with envy!"

"You city folks can't get this kind of authentic stuff!"

Another older woman came over and pointed at the sausage on the screen, saying:

"This sausage is a specialty of our Jiangjia Village! It's three parts fat and seven parts lean, filled with the finest Sichuan peppercorns and chilies. It's spicy, numbing, and fragrant—eat it with a steamed bun, and the aroma will make your tongue melt!"

This kind of conversation, full of warmth and human touch, is an irresistible breath of fresh air on the internet, which is full of scripts and routines!

The trend of comments on the screen has completely changed.

It was no longer just a spectacle; I was genuinely moved.

"Waaaaah, I miss my grandma. She used to make sausages for me like this too."

"This is real live-streaming e-commerce! Every product has a story behind it!"

"Stop talking, I'm ordering! Just because Grandma Wu is so kind, I'll buy two pounds!"

"Order placed! Supporting the 'Grandma Girl Group'! May they debut in the center position!"

Jiang Chen looked at the surge in orders in the backend and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Just then, an incongruous figure squeezed into the warehouse entrance.

Aunt Sun Yumei, having somehow heard the news, came carrying a basket containing several bottles of her own dark pickled vegetables and tried to get closer to the camera.

"Hey, hey, make way! Make way!"

Sun Yumei shouted at the top of her lungs, "Family members in the live stream, take a look! Authentic farm-style salted vegetables, appetizing and perfect with rice, delicious and inexpensive! Please give me a link too!"

Jiang Chen couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to her attitude.

Wang Dagou, who was live-streaming, glared at Sun Yumei.

He didn't even wait for Jiang Chen's instructions before shouting into the microphone.

"Family members! Family members, please pay attention!"

Wang Dagou's voice echoed throughout the live broadcast room through the microphone.

"Every product that leaves our livestream room has a uniform anti-counterfeiting label with the words 'Good Products from Jiangjia Village' affixed to its packaging!"

"Look carefully! Anything without this label is a pirated product! It's a counterfeit!"

"If it gives you diarrhea, we won't be responsible!"

Wang Dagou's words were so blunt and harsh that he was practically pointing his finger at Sun Yumei and cursing her.

Sun Yumei's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

She looked at Wang Dagou's fierce appearance and then at the barrage of comments from hundreds of thousands of viewers around her.

"Haha, Gou Ge is awesome! Professional fraud fighter!"

"Support genuine products! Boycott pirated pickled vegetables!"

Sun Yumei was so angry that she trembled all over. She pointed at Wang Dagou and kept saying "you you you" for a long time before finally rolling her eyes.

I almost fainted from anger on the spot.

Inside the warehouse, order notifications were still ringing incessantly, and the mountain of shipping labels was almost burying the printing machine.