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"Be careful! This isn't just any sauce, it's a work of art!"

In the packaging workshop of the food processing plant, Wang Dagou stood with his hands on his hips, shouting louder than the machines.

He directed a dozen or so young villagers to carefully pack bottles of "Jiang Family Spring Heart" strawberry jam into specially made shockproof cardboard boxes.

The box was also designed by Su Qing, with the same four small regular script characters "Jiang Family Spring Letter" printed on the outside as on the label, simple yet elegant.

"Brother Da Gou, this bottle is so beautiful!" Jiang Tao, a young man in charge of sealing boxes, held up a bottle of sauce to the light.

"Of course!" Wang Dagou said smugly, as if he had designed the bottle himself.

"That's called style! That's called taste! City people love this kind of thing!"

He used the words he had heard in the meeting room a couple of days ago, speaking them fluently and logically.

The workshop was bustling with activity, and everyone's face was beaming with joy.

The products from our own village are made so beautifully that they will soon be sold all over the country. Who wouldn't be proud?

Just then, three heads peeked in through the workshop door.

Second Uncle Jiang Jianmin, pedantic scholar Jiang Jianwen, retired teacher Jiang Qiming.

The three of them, as if by prior arrangement, got together again.

"Cough cough."

Jiang Jianmin coughed twice, walked in with his hands behind his back, like a leader who had come to inspect the place.

He walked around the mountain of cardboard boxes, picked up a bottle of the finished product, and looked at it from left to right.

"Hmm...it's quite pretty."

Although my second uncle said that, his expression clearly showed a sense of unease.

He put the bottle down, moved closer to Wang Dagou, and lowered his voice.

"Big Gou, this thing... can it really be sold?"

"Absolutely!" Wang Dagou thumped his chest loudly. "If Brother Chen says it's okay, then it definitely will!"

Jiang Jianwen, fanning himself with his tattered folding fan, also came over, staring at the white label.

"I still feel that the words 'Spring Message' are too subtle. It would be better to add a small note next to it, 'This is the first batch of trustworthy products from Jiangjia Village in early spring,' which would make the main point clear."

"Come on, Uncle Scholar," Wang Dagou said, scoffing. "Your three-hundred-word essay has nowhere to be printed."

Jiang Jianwen blushed and waved his folding fan even faster.

Jiang Qiming pushed up his reading glasses, looking worried.

"I asked my grandson in the city yesterday, and he said that selling things online these days is all about 'visual impact.' Is ours... a bit too 'plain'? I'm afraid it won't attract people's attention."

Although the three old men were "suppressed" by Jiang Chen and Su Qing in the conference room last time, they never let go of their little schemes.

They represented the most basic concerns of the older generation in the village: this thing is nice to look at, but it doesn't seem like something that can be sold for money.

The originally lively atmosphere in the workshop cooled down a bit after the arrival of these three people.

Some villagers who were working stopped and listened intently.

After all, this is related to everyone's dividends.

"Brother Chen!"

When Wang Dagou saw Jiang Chen and Su Qing walk in side by side, he looked at them as if they were his saviors.

Jiang Chen glanced at the situation in the workshop, then looked at the three old men with different expressions, and understood everything perfectly.

"Second Uncle, Scholar Uncle, Teacher Jiang, are you here to inspect our work again?"

Jiang Chen's tone was slightly teasing.

"Not at all," Uncle Er quickly waved his hand, his face beaming with a smile, "We just came to check on things and show some concern."

"Yes," Jiang Qiming adjusted his glasses, "everyone's looking forward to it, but we're all a bit uncertain."

Su Qing, standing next to Jiang Chen, heard this and crossed her arms, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing slightly.

She has absolute confidence in her designs, but she doesn't know how to refute these deeply ingrained "elderly aesthetics" for a while.

Just then.

"Tap—tap—tap—"

The sound of a cane tapping on the concrete floor came from the doorway.

Third Grandfather Jiang Wanshan has arrived.

The moment the old man appeared, the entire workshop fell silent.

All eyes were focused on it.

My third grandfather was the pillar of the village; his words carried more weight than the village chief's.

Last time, it was he who made the final decision, saying that the bottle was "pleasing to the eye," which silenced all the controversy.

He came again today.

The old man walked to the pile of finished boxes with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

He bent down and took out a bottle of "Jiang Family Spring Letter" from an open box.

Sunlight streamed through the skylight in the workshop, landing perfectly on the translucent bottle.

The old man held the bottle up to the light and stared at it for a very long time.

You could hear a pin drop in the workshop.

Sweat beaded on my second uncle's forehead.

Jiang Jianwen stopped folding his fan.

Jiang Qiming's breathing became softer.

Everyone was waiting for Third Grandfather to speak.

Finally, the old man put down the bottle, turned around, and looked at Jiang Chen.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were deep.

"Tatsuko."

"Oh, Third Grandfather."

"I've tasted this sauce; it's top-notch."

Third Grandfather paused, then slammed his cane heavily on the ground.

"But this bottle..."

He glanced around at the expectant villagers.

"In our Jiangjia Village, I'm afraid... I won't be able to sell a single bottle."

In short, it was like a bucket of ice water poured over me from head to toe.

The entire workshop was completely silent.

Uncle's face turned pale instantly.

Finished!

Third Grandfather has spoken!

This bottle is going to turn yellow!

Su Qing's expression changed as well. She clenched her fists, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

This is the biggest denial of her professional abilities.

Moreover, the person who rejected her was Jiang Chen's most respected third grandfather.

All eyes were on Jiang Chen.

Let's see how he handles this.

Faced with this overwhelming questioning, Jiang Chen smiled.

He took a step forward and stood in front of his third grandfather. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the workshop could hear him clearly.

"Third Grandfather, you're right."

Everyone was taken aback.

Jiang Chen continued, "This sauce wasn't originally intended for the villagers."

"Tonight, I'll show you how the young people in the city are scrambling to buy our 'medicine pots'."