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Chapter 66 Ten Thousand Yuan of Scrap

 Chu Xi was originally afraid of heights. Although she was not very high from the ground when she was standing on the ladder, she felt panicked for no reason.

After picking a peach, she quickly stretched her hand back, and when she lowered her head, she found that Shen Yizheng was looking up at her.

"Well done, I give you a thumbs up." Shen Yi said lightly, then pulled down his peaked cap again to cover his face.

Chu Xi's eyes suddenly lit up, Shen Yi praised her!

"Teacher Shen Yi, just relax and rest, and it will be up to me next time!" Chu Xi was instantly full of motivation.

Now she simply put her fear of heights out of the window, walked down the ladder with a bang, picked up the bamboo basket on the side, and climbed up the ladder with a bang, holding the bamboo basket in her left hand and picking peaches with her right hand.< /p>

[Absolutely, did Shen Yi give Chu Xi some ecstasy? A simple compliment can make her so happy that she flies into the sky.]

[Chu Xi is simply Shen Yi’s number one licker. What a rich girl, but she is actually Shen Yi’s brain.]

Netizens sneered at Chu Xi's dog-licking behavior. On the other hand, Sang Ning had already driven a pickup truck out of Yuancun and headed south.

Sang Ning didn't need navigation prompts. She looked firmly ahead along the way, as if she had already decided where to go.

The person sitting in the co-pilot couldn't help but ask: "Teacher Sang, where are you going?"

Just when they encountered a sharp bend, Sang Ning easily turned the steering wheel and replied, "Go to Xichuan Town", and then returned to her cold look.

Sang Ning didn't want to chat, so she kept her mouth shut in a very sensible manner.

He just wondered in his heart, he had never heard of where Xichuan Town was, how could Sang Ning know so clearly.

[Isn’t Sang Ning going to the city to sell peaches? What kind of trouble will it cause when driving to Xichuan Town?]

[If you don’t understand, just ask, where is Xichuan Town? Has Sang Ning been to it? It feels like she is very familiar.]

[I think I saw it somewhere last time. Xichuan Town seems to be the number one town for canned yellow peaches. There are many factories in the town that produce canned yellow peaches.]

[Sang Ning is not going to sell yellow peaches to the factory. Don’t be ridiculous. Other factories purchase yellow peaches by the ton. Her car only weighs a few hundred kilograms, which is not enough to fill the gap between people’s teeth. .】

[Yes, not to mention that the factory has a fixed supplier of raw materials. Sang Ning doesn’t think she is so awesome and can persuade the person in charge of the factory to buy her batch of loose peaches, right?]

The barrage was filled with voices of doubt, and everyone felt that Sang Ning must have returned empty-handed.

One hour later, Xichuan Town.

The pickup truck stopped slowly at the entrance of a cannery. Sang Ning got out of the car and walked straight to the factory. She originally wanted to go with her, but she stopped her.

"Don't go. I'm carrying a camera and I think it's some TV station doing an undercover visit."

Xiao Zhao was stopped outside the factory without mercy. He didn't know how long it would take for Sang Ning to get in, so he simply sat back in the pickup truck and waited for her.

[Damn, why didn’t you let Xiao Zhao follow? I really want to know what Sang Ning did in there.]

[You shouldn’t do any shady transactions, right? After all, you are beautiful, and if you let the factory owner touch a few, the yellow peach will be sold.]

[Are you a stinky maggot crawling out of a cesspool? You speak so unpleasantly. Is there nothing else in your head except these yellow wastes?]

Netizens were quarreling and watching the live broadcast closely, wanting to see when Sang Ning would come out.

Ten minutes later, Sang Ning's figure reappeared in the camera, but beside her was a middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears and a big belly.

The middle-aged man was chatting and laughing with her, and even shook her hand during the process. The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[Look, I just said she went in to show off. It’s disgusting. It’s just a recording show. Is it necessary to fight like this? I heard that Sang Ning had an improper relationship between men and women in the industry. Now it seems that it is

Really!】

[You are making pornographic rumors here just based on one picture, you losers are so wretched!]

[I think you were the one who spread the rumors before about Sang Ning having an improper relationship. You really feel sorry for the beautiful woman, and even being looked at by you losers is bad luck!]

When Xiao Zhao saw Sang Ning and a middle-aged man walking towards the pickup truck, he quickly got out of the car with the camera in hand.

Sang Ning had already walked to the pickup truck, stopped in front of Xiao Zhao, and introduced to the middle-aged man beside her: "Mr. Wang, this is a follow-up of our program team, you can just pretend he doesn't exist."
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After saying that, she easily got into the cargo box of the pickup truck, took a yellow peach from it and handed it to Mr. Wang who was waiting under the car.

"Mr. Wang, take a look, the quality of these yellow peaches cannot be overemphasized. They are perfect for canning."

Mr. Wang took the yellow peach from Sang Ning's hand and weighed it. It was a good weight and full in size. Then he rubbed the peel with both hands casually for a few times, then opened his mouth and took a big bite of the pulp.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, Mr. Wang smacked his tongue and nodded with satisfaction: "The pulp is very crisp, and all the juice bursts when you bite it. The taste is sweet and sour, and it is indeed suitable for canning."

Sang Ning took two more baskets of yellow peaches from the car and got out, placed them in front of Mr. Wang, pointed at them casually and said: "Mr. Wang, I chose the peach in your hand at random. I didn't pick it at all. You can choose from

You can choose from these two baskets at will, and we guarantee that each yellow peach will be big and sweet, and you will be satisfied."

Mr. Wang really bent down and selected three or four from each of the two bamboo baskets to taste.

Sang Ning didn't rush her, she just stood there quietly waiting.

After a few minutes, Mr. Wang finally stood up with a spring in his face and looked extremely happy.

"Okay, then I will first transfer 30,000 yuan to you as a deposit, and then send a few people to Yuancun to pull peaches. Is that okay?"

Mr. Wang waved his hand, his whole body shook slightly with joy, and then he took out his mobile phone to transfer money to Sang Ning.

Sang Ning pursed her lips and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I lost my phone and I haven't had time to buy it yet."

"Harm, no matter how big the problem, it's not a big problem." Mr. Wang waved his hand, then stood aside and made a phone call.

Not long after hanging up the phone, a young man ran out of the factory, holding a small box in his arms and a black plastic bag in his hand.

"Mr. Wang, I have brought you the money and mobile phone!"

"Okay, you can leave. Hurry up and arrange to go to Yuancun with Miss Sang."

Mr. Wang took the things from the secretary and turned around and handed them to Sang Ning: "Ms. Sang, here are 30,000 yuan in cash and a mobile phone. The mobile phone will be given to you for free."

Sang Ning glanced at it. It seemed to be the latest high-end mobile phone of a certain brand. She subconsciously pushed it back: "Mr. Wang, I can accept the money, but the mobile phone must not be used. Ten thousand yuan is too expensive.

Got it!"

Mr. Wang pushed the phone back again: "It's only 10,000 yuan, so why is it expensive? I bought one for my family. This one was originally for my daughter, but she thought the color was ugly, so I have already replaced it with another one for her."

It’s new, there’s no use keeping this, you can just do me a favor and take it away as scrap!”

Sang Ning:!!!

[Holy shit, Mr. Wang, can you please give me a break? I’ve been professionally picking up garbage for a hundred years. I’m a professional at collecting waste. Give it to me, give it to me!]

[So is this the difference in the world? In order to buy this thing, I haven’t paid off the 24 installments of a certain song, but you told me that this thing is a waste?]


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