Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2174: Chapter 1852: Sweaty Feet Digging at the Floor

This discount, even the salesperson is too embarrassed to say.

The driver who asked was confused for a moment, then his brain automatically adjusted: "Spend 700, get 50 off? It’s cumulative?"

Wow, that sounds like a huge discount!

He couldn’t figure it out right away and had already pulled out his phone: "700-50, 7 million, doesn’t that mean 10 thousand 50s off? 500,000?"

Five hundred thousand!

And there are so many additional services that can be provided for free...

For a moment, several drivers gathered around, their eyes shining.

The salesperson’s sweaty feet in his leather shoes began to dig into the ground.

"Seven million, discount 50."

He gritted his teeth, emphasizing each word.

The drivers: ...

"..."

Everyone looked at each other and then at the salesperson, whose cheeks were so red it seemed like he was about to faint from sun exposure. No one spoke.

After a while, they dispersed in pairs, then gathered in a corner: "These big brand salespeople are so arrogant."

"Yeah, they think we can’t afford it, so they won’t even tell the truth, humph! Who cares."

"That’s why people say it’s good to have money. They get the full discount, and we get nothing..."

Everyone grumbled indignantly, then lifted their heads proudly and marched off to look at the machines again.

Meanwhile, the wealthy second-generation buyer had just finished inspecting the machine and was listening to the rumbling sound, wondering why the drivers seemed a bit perplexed.

He didn’t know why, but they now seemed to be holding back a surge of energy, quite powerful in spirit.

Could it be...

Looking again at the two brand-new machines beside him, he heavily patted the engineer on the shoulder: "It’s got to be a big brand, even though they gave one less coupon, the quality speaks for itself, ha!"

See! The drivers are so happy!

...

Meanwhile, in Yunqiao Village, Aunt Zhang Hong, Secretary Xiaozu, and Song Tan were strolling on the mountain.

"Thinking it over, we can’t hold the matchmaking event at the Village Department."

The space at the Village Department is too small. Normally, villagers squeeze together for a meeting, and it’s fine. But during a matchmaking event, there’s no room for people to move around. How can they chat?

Song Tan was easy-going: "Sure, we’ll arrange the factory courtyard and the cafeteria, and we’ll handle the simple setup ourselves."

"However, other areas need to be locked and have people watching over them."

That’s quite normal.

Secretary Xiaozu pondered the logistics:

"Try to check the weather forecast and pick a day without rain. This way, if small groups hit it off, they can stroll along the road on the mountain."

"If they have good stamina, they can play some basketball or something."

Saying this, he looked at the training area behind the factory—the spot is meant for the security guards, but no intense training is arranged here. However, even the simplest pull-up bars, parallel bars, climbing walls, etc., are not something most average men can handle nowadays.

Secretary Xiaozu’s eyes lit up:

"Song Tan, could you talk to the security guards? When everyone arrives, let them start with a training session in this area?"

In summer, doing pull-ups, push-ups, and so on, then taking a quick shower to freshen up and meet the girls...

Oh my!

Wouldn’t the dopamine be shooting off!

Song Tan nodded: "No problem! We will definitely make a good impression."

Aunt Zhang Hong also chimed in: "Those four young men helping in the kitchen have signed up, haven’t they? Have Master Jiang give them a chance to shine while cooking!"

Chop chop chop, clang clang clang with the wok—young men who can cook earn extra points too.

"No problem, no problem!" Those older bachelors are eager for an opportunity, no need to even ask them, Song Tan agreed in one go.

To keep employees’ spirits up, Song Tan put in a lot of thought: "How should we set up and arrange everything? I’ll listen to you guys. The cafeteria meals will be decent for sure."

"Additionally, there’s another hidden benefit. Every boy and girl willing to come from the ten miles and eight villages to the event will get two sweet melons to take home."

Hmm?

Both of them looked over, and Secretary Xiaozu hesitated: "Isn’t that too much of an expense?"

These sweet melons, like watermelons, aren’t cheap.

Song Tan glanced at the drizzling rain outside and simply led them to the sandy slope to have a look:

"See, with this rain, the sweet melons and watermelons are bursting open in the field."

Quite a few watermelons haven’t even grown large yet. They look like green melons, but a light tap with your finger splits them open, revealing pink or white flesh inside.

There’s no way to deal with these, so these days they’ve been adding them as extra meals for the pigs, cows, and sheep.

Though not that sweet, they’re definitely refreshing, and the animals have been loving it.

The watermelons can’t be given away. As for the sweet melons, although their skins cracked in various patterns, they didn’t burst.

And their ripeness is easy to discern by smell, making them convenient as local specialty gifts for people.

They’re expensive if you think of them as valuable, but they don’t look good enough to fetch a high price. If you think they’re cheap, they’re unmatched in taste.

Overall, it’s quite suitable.

Secretary Xiaozu suddenly craved some: "Can these be sent via express delivery?"

Everyone knows, she has plenty of grandfathers.

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Those with minor surface cracks can be picked, chilled a bit, and then sent as express delivery. If you want some, pick them yourself, as many as you like."

Others won’t work though. With the process of express delivery, they’d either be moldy or filled with water by the time they’re delivered, impossible to handle.

What a freebie!

Secretary Xiaozu was instantly overjoyed: "No worries. This rain keeps things slow, I’ve definitely got time!"

The first batch of sweet melons that were pollinated early has almost all ripened. Since they need to be picked, Song Tan thought of sending more to her relatives as well.

For Aunt’s side, let Brother Yanping pick them, for the eldest aunt, let Brother Lingqi, and for Big Uncle’s family, since it’s raining and he can’t graze the cattle, let Brother Wu Lei handle it.

She sent a message:

[Brother Wu Lei, it’s been raining recently, and the sweet melons in the field are not looking great, so we won’t be selling this batch. If you have time, ride the tricycle over and pick more for the family to eat.]

Wu Lei indeed had nowhere to graze the cattle. The whole family was busy preparing feed mix for the cows—ensilage wasn’t fermented well, so they temporarily mixed dry feed and concentrate, and added some sun-dried pasture to feed them.

Upon hearing this, he was delighted: "Great!"

Tantan’s sweet melons are delicious, who cares about their appearance? In the past, when they sold vegetables or something, they also kept the ones with lesser appearance for their own family to eat.

As countryside kids, they’re so used to it.

But then again—

"Can I pick a bit more? I want to give ten pounds to a friend."

Song Tan: ...

Previously a bit insecure and floaty, now he’s gone to the other extreme, so down-to-earth.

A big sweet melon can weigh over a pound each; picking ten or eight more, can she even set a limit?

But considering her silly cousin now has only one friend, and it’s better to be overly genuine than overly pretentious, right?

She could only sigh: "Fine! Just remember to pick those with less severe cracks. Otherwise, even a one-day express delivery can easily spoil them."

Wu Lei immediately cheered up: "Great! Then I’ll pick ten more pounds!"