Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 68: Middlemen Make a Profit from the Margin

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"I contacted a canning factory, and their company has contracted for all the yellow peaches from this orchard. Here’s the thirty thousand yuan deposit the factory manager gave me."

As Sang Ning spoke, she gave the plastic bag a shake, making the RMB inside rustle noisily.

Director Sun continued to stare with wide-eyed shock, completely speechless. Meanwhile, Sang Ning casually placed the black plastic bag on the ground and pulled out a thick stack of RMB, beginning to count.

While counting, she also calculated aloud for Director Sun: "My family owes 2,080 yuan. Shen Yi’s family and Song Shiye owe 1,040 yuan each. Plus the cost of the yellow peaches for all the guests, it totals 7,760 yuan. Here’s the deal—I’ll round it up to 8,000 yuan for you. That’s pretty generous, isn’t it?"

The truck driver had already gotten off and was walking toward the orchard with the workers. As he approached Sang Ning, he asked, "Miss Sang, this is the orchard, right?"

Sang Ning stuffed the prepared 8,000 yuan into Director Sun’s hand and lifted her head to respond to the driver, "Yes, that’s correct. We’ve already picked some peaches. You guys can go ahead and load those onto the truck. I’ll find the orchard manager and have him call the villagers to help with the rest."

The driver nodded, muttered a thank-you, and headed straight into the orchard to load the peaches the guests had already picked.

Director Sun, as if waking from a dream, finally found his voice. "Sang Ning, have you lost your mind, or have I? Didn’t I tell you each team only needs to pick 400 jins of yellow peaches? You bring in factory people without even checking if the program team has enough peaches to supply!"

Director Sun’s blood pressure soared so high it was about to reach the stratosphere. The program team had only contracted a few thousand jins of peaches from the villagers!

He shoved the money Sang Ning had given him back into her hands, seething, "Dream on! Are you trying to pull a fast one on me? You think you can buy the entire orchard’s peaches with just 1,200 jin’s worth of costs?!"

"If you think it’s too little, forget it," Sang Ning retorted bluntly. She grabbed the money back and stuffed it into the black plastic bag again without a hint of politeness.

"You’re the one who said it: No matter how many peaches we pick, you’d calculate the costs based on 400 jins per team. Now, you’re suddenly reneging on your word. So what, the program team can’t play by its own rules anymore?"

Righteous indignation radiated from her as she scolded Director Sun, leaving him stunned and utterly speechless.

[Director Sun had set this rule to trip up the guests, but little did he know he’d get played by Sang Ning. She’s really his nemesis, huh!]

[Sang Ning: Just a humble, unremarkable business prodigy—particularly adept at exploiting program rules loopholes.]

Director Sun smacked his forehead in frustration, utterly exasperated. In the end, he had no choice but to lower his stance and beg Sang Ning for mercy.

"Auntie, I’m begging you—have mercy! If you let them pick all the peaches from the orchard today, how are we supposed to keep filming the next few days? And sure, you’re making money, but we’ll end up paying out of pocket to compensate the villagers. The program team had only agreed to contract for a few thousand jins of peaches!"

Sang Ning spread her hands, looking slightly helpless. "It’s too late now; the people are already here. Don’t worry—I’ll talk to the orchard manager, and we’ll split the middleman’s profit. I won’t let the program team lose money."

Other guests, seeing workers entering the orchard to collect peaches, stopped what they were doing. Sang Chuan was the first to notice Sang Ning and came running over.

"Sis, you’re finally back! What’s going on with these people? Why are they just taking the peaches we picked without a word?"

Sang Ning had only just turned to look at Sang Chuan when Chu Xi’s melodramatic voice rang out beside them.

"Who are you people? These peaches were painstakingly picked by me! Don’t you dare take them!"

Chu Xi stood defensively, arms spread wide like a protective hawk shielding the yellow peaches behind her.

The several dozen jins of peaches behind her represented the "empire" she’d painstakingly harvested for Shen Yi. And now, these people were swooping in to snatch the fruits of her labor without so much as a word? Did they take her for a pushover?

One of the workers, finding Chu Xi particularly troublesome, pointed in Sang Ning’s direction and said, "That young lady over there told us to come. If there’s a problem, take it up with her. We’re just here to move peaches."

With that, the worker walked right past Chu Xi, picked up two baskets of peaches, and left.

"Sang Ning, what is the meaning of this? You’ve been out gallivanting for so long, and now that you’re back, you’re trying to confiscate the fruits of my labor? Do you even have a conscience?"

Chu Xi watched helplessly as the workers walked off with her peaches. Fuming, she stomped up to Sang Ning and demanded an explanation.

Sang Ning raised an eyebrow and blew a slow puff of air. "What, I found someone to buy the peaches, and you’re not happy about it?"

"What?" Chu Xi’s face twisted in exaggerated bewilderment. "You’ve got to be joking. Selling peaches—is it really that easy? You say sell, and they’re sold?"

Sang Ning didn’t bother explaining further. Without a word, she shoved the plastic bag full of RMB into Chu Xi’s arms. "I need to go rally some helpers. The money we make—do me a favor and split it evenly."

Saying this, she turned to look at Sang Chuan, patted his shoulder, and instructed, "I’m worried Xixi will screw up the numbers—keep an eye on her for me."

By the time Sang Chuan saw the bag full of cash, he was already dumbfounded.

What on earth had happened? Did his sister rob a bank or something?

When Sang Ning gave him instructions, his brain was still lagging behind. It was only after she left that he finally came to his senses and snatched the plastic bag from Chu Xi’s hands.

"Holy crap! Let me see if it’s real money! My sister’s such a fool—she better not have been conned!"

Sang Chuan grabbed a stack of money, held it up to his nose, and took a sniff, looking thoroughly enraptured. "Ah, it smells real—it’s my favorite scent."

Chu Xi: "..."

[What smell could money possibly have? Has Sang Chuan gone stupid or what?]

[Exactly. Unless... give me a share, and maybe I’ll believe money has a scent too.]

Chu Xi shot Sang Chuan a disdainful glare, then also took out a few bills from the plastic bag. She rubbed them delicately between her fingers. They definitely didn’t feel fake.

"Hand over all the money! Sang Ning’s source for this is highly suspicious. What’s there to split? Wait until the orchard manager gets here, and then we’ll figure out what to do."

While speaking, Director Sun reached out and snatched the money from Sang Chuan and Chu Xi. He was utterly terrified of Sang Ning.

She’d sold this large orchard without consulting the villagers—what if they confronted the program team about it later?

When the other guests heard Sang Ning had sold the entire orchard and received a thirty thousand yuan deposit, they all stopped working. Even if they couldn’t complete their tasks today, money wouldn’t be an issue for food anymore.

Only Director Sun paced anxiously back and forth in the orchard, worried sick about how he would handle things if the villagers came for compensation.

With such a large orchard, how could he explain this to anyone?

Waiting for Sang Ning to return, Director Sun felt like time had slowed to a crawl—it was the longest moment of his life. He eventually dragged a chair to sit at the orchard entrance, keeping vigil to stay on top of any developments.

While pressing his knuckles to his forehead in thought, Director Sun’s assistant poked him and whispered conspiratorially, "Director Sun, the villagers are here!"

Director Sun looked up and saw a swarm of villagers approaching the orchard, tools in hand, looking like they were ready for a fight.

Director Sun instantly sobered up and shot to his feet.