Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 69 You Should Be Happy

"Are you the ones planning to buy yellow peaches?" A middle-aged man walked over, raising his chin to look at Director Sun.

Director Sun saw the man’s fierce expression and couldn’t help but shiver subconsciously. His voice started trembling, "N-no... not me. It’s them. They said they’re from the factory, here to purchase yellow peaches!"

Director Sun quickly pointed to the workers in the orchard who were carrying crates of yellow peaches.

The middle-aged man tilted his head and pointed at one of the workers, shouting loudly, "Hey, you! Brother over there, come over here for a second."

The worker who was called glanced up, confirmed that the middle-aged man was calling him, and slowly walked over.

Director Sun quickly scooted aside, making room for the worker.

"So you’re the ones buying our yellow peaches, right?" The middle-aged man’s voice was naturally gravelly, and now his loud volume made it sound like he was picking a fight.

The worker responded vaguely, "Uh, yes, we are."

They were just following their boss’s orders to transport the peaches, but why was this guy so aggressive?

Suddenly, the middle-aged man grabbed the worker’s hand with a tight grip. The force startled the worker, who immediately felt a chill down his spine.

Just as he was about to signal his companions for help, the middle-aged man broke into a sincere smile, leaned in close, and affectionately asked, "Brother, how much do you need? Besides here, we’ve got several other orchards full of yellow peaches that you can buy!"

The worker instantly let out a sigh of relief—thankfully, this man wasn’t looking to cause trouble.

"I can’t make that decision, but I can ask our boss for you."

The worker forcefully withdrew his hand, then walked over to the lead driver, who seemed to be chatting with the driver before pulling out his phone to make a call.

After speaking for only a few minutes, the driver hung up the call. The worker then returned to the middle-aged man and said, "It’s all good. Our boss said last year’s canned peaches sold well, so we’re increasing production this year. However much you have, we’ll buy it all!"

"Whoa! That’s amazing!" Cheers erupted from the crowd along with enthusiastic applause.

Director Sun stood dumbfounded. The deal was closed just like that?

Sang Ning had already collected a thirty-thousand-yuan deposit from the factory—should that money be returned or not?

"Uncle, why are you still standing around here? Hurry up and start picking peaches for the big buyers!" Xiang Daqiang squeezed his way out of the cheering crowd and clenched his fist, playfully punching the middle-aged man’s arm.

The middle-aged man chuckled warmly, "Got it, Qiangzi! Uncle’s on it!"

Villagers scattered into the orchard, and Sang Ning also stepped outside at this moment. When Xiang Daqiang saw her, he immediately stopped in his tracks and respectfully bowed to her.

"Idol, thank you so, so much! When you mentioned helping us land a deal with the factory, I thought you were just saying it casually. I didn’t expect you would actually manage it!"

"No need to thank me. I just got lucky. This year, Xichuan Town’s canning factory was short on yellow peaches, and the quality of Yuan Village’s peaches is outstanding. That’s the only reason I could seize the opportunity. Anyone else could’ve done it too."

Sang Ning’s tone was calm and composed, showing no intention of taking credit.

But Xiang Daqiang disagreed, "Idol, don’t be modest. Even though our village is close to Xichuan Town, no one else keeps as close tabs on the situation as you do. Plus, folks in the village are lazy; after being rejected a few times over the past couple of years, they stopped even bothering to reach out to the factory. It’s all thanks to you for actively taking the initiative to ask!"

"Don’t rush to praise me." Sang Ning waved her hand dismissively, "It’s not like I worked for free—I collected a thirty-thousand-yuan deposit."

Sang Ning noticed Director Sun standing off to the side with a plastic bag holding the money. She walked over and gestured for him to hand the bag to her. Then she returned to Xiang Daqiang, opened the bag, and showed him, "Look, all the money is here. So, now what?"

Xiang Daqiang tied the plastic bag securely, pushed the money towards Sang Ning, and flashed a flattering smile, "What else can be said? Of course it’s yours!"

"The price you negotiated with the factory is even higher than what we get from selling peaches online. Besides, Director Sun already gave you over thirty thousand yuan—it’s not a loss at all. Consider this money your well-earned reward, idol."

Director Sun listened on, dumbfounded. When he finally realized something wasn’t right, he stepped forward to grab Xiang Daqiang and demand, "What do you mean? The show paid for these peaches, and they’re not fully picked yet, but you’ve already resold them to another buyer? How is that not a scam?"

"Oh, come on, Director Sun. How are we scamming anyone?"

"You yourself said the thirty thousand yuan was a flat rate, no matter how many peaches the show picked. So why are you backtracking now?"

Xiang Daqiang’s tone was pure innocence, but his wide grin exposed his delight. That gloat-filled joy practically oozed from the wrinkles around his eyes.

The money was neither stolen nor robbed—what was in his grasp wasn’t going anywhere.

Sang Ning put down the money bag and walked closer to Director Sun. She slowly yet firmly patted his shoulder a few times, deliberately dragging out her words as she tried to console him, "Come on, Director Sun. You contracted the yellow peaches to let us pick and sell them, right? Now we’ve fulfilled your goal ahead of schedule—isn’t that a good thing?"

"Good my foot!"

The curse erupted before he could stop himself, and Director Sun spat out a bit of saliva. Sang Ning swiftly dodged, her expression twisting into distaste.

Irate, Director Sun glared at Sang Ning, pointing his finger at her nose and shouting, "The show spent over thirty thousand yuan, only for you to play a game of profit without effort?"

"Director Sun, that’s unfair—what do you mean ’game of profit without effort’?"

Sang Ning grabbed his extended finger, forcefully pressed it back into a fist with his other four fingers, and lightly held that clenched hand up above Director Sun’s head.

Now, Director Sun was essentially forced into a fake military salute, and the instigator pretended nothing was amiss, patiently reasoning with him.

"This is simply the principle of money conservation. Don’t take it so hard. Didn’t I already promise to waive the remainder and return eight thousand yuan to you? So, in the end, you only lose a little over twenty thousand yuan—isn’t that worth being happy about?"

Sang Ning even playfully winked at Director Sun twice, the faint smirk on her lips hinting at mischief.

"Of course you’re happy, but I’m not happy!"

Director Sun was furious, yet Sang Ning grabbed his other hand and raised it over his head as well, "Director Sun, you should be happy! Originally, you planned for four days filming peach picking and selling. Now we’ve wrapped everything up in half a day—isn’t knocking off work early every laborer’s greatest joy?"

Director Sun tried to resist but couldn’t escape Sang Ning’s grasp. In the end, he opened both hands and clutched at his already-thinning hairline.

He was falling apart—where had it all gone so wrong?

[Director Sun: You’re happy, I’m not happy.]

[Director Sun’s current despair might be about more than just the wasted money. He was probably racking his brains trying to figure out what to film next. A four-day peach harvesting and selling experience had been brutally condensed into a single day by Sang Ning.]

[Director Sun: I underestimated this batch of contestants. I didn’t prepare for someone as tricky as Sang Ning. I didn’t properly review the loopholes in the rules—that’s on me.]

Sang Ning grabbed Director Sun’s hand and shook it vigorously, not even forgetting to ask, "Director Sun, are you happy?"

Director Sun was utterly defeated, unable to resist anymore. In the end, like a lifeless AI, he mechanically and emotionlessly replied, "I’m very happy..."