Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

Sunlight streamed through the grocery store windows onto shelves stacked with produce, and the air was filled with the aroma of fresh fruits and vegetables mixed with dried goods.

Sean pushed open the door, the doorbell rang crisply, and he walked into this slightly old place. Pierre was standing behind the counter, his brows furrowed, his fingers tapping on the calculator non-stop, obviously troubled by the recent business.

"Hey, Pierre, how's it going?" Sean asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

Pierre looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he forced a smile. "Oh, Sean, it's you. What else can we do? Joja Group is like a hungry wolf, taking away all our business." He sighed and shook his head, as if trying to get rid of those annoying numbers.

"Any goods to ship out? Just put them in the shipping box over there, and I'll count them when I'm done with these damn numbers."

Sean nodded to show his understanding, and then went straight to the point: "I came here this time to discuss cooperation with you. I want to rent a stall in your store to sell my organic fertilizer."

"Organic fertilizer?" Pierre raised his eyebrows and looked at Sean from behind the counter in confusion. "How come you, a farmer, are selling fertilizer when you don't plant any land?"

The cook didn't learn how to cook, but instead learned the art of war. He insisted on doing things that were not his job.

In Pierre's view, Sean's behavior was nothing more than the fantasy of a city dweller who had just returned, full of childish pranks.

Sean did not explain, but took out a carefully prepared proposal from his pocket and handed it to Pierre: "I have two proposals. One is that we cooperate, and you can take a certain percentage of commission from every bag of fertilizer sold. The other is a simple stall rental, and you charge a fixed rent."

Pierre took the proposal, quickly flipped through a few pages, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

He put down the proposal and looked at Sean, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt: "Sean, it turns out that the fertilizer that farmers praised so much was actually made by you. I underestimated you."

Pierre paused and changed his tone to serious. "But you also know how fierce the competition is in the market now, especially the Joja Group. Their fertilizers almost monopolize the entire market. To be honest, I don't have much confidence that your fertilizer can snatch the market away from the tiger's mouth."

Pierre is the one who has the most say in the strength and inhumanity of the Joja Group. The meaning behind his words is self-evident. He is not optimistic about Sean.

Sean smiled, as if he had anticipated Pierre's concerns. "I understand your concerns, Pierre. But I am confident in my products. Moreover, if you choose the cooperation method, you will not have any risks, but may increase your income. For me, it can also reduce some burdens. This is a win-win choice."

Pierre pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head: "Sean, it's not that I don't trust you, but my grocery store can no longer afford any risks. I'd better choose a fixed rent, which is safer."

As Sean expected, the always cautious Pierre chose the second option with stable income.

In fact, Sean didn't hope Pierre would choose the first option at all, he just wanted to disgust him.

When his fertilizer business grows bigger, Pierre will realize that he has missed an opportunity to make money and will regret it. This is a sinister point that Sean buried in the terms.

"Pierre, I respect your decision." Sean's voice was calm and firm. "Then we will follow the second plan. I will pay a fixed rent and rent your stall for one year."

Pierre nodded, seeming to be relieved. He picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract Sean handed over. At this moment, he did not realize that he had just missed an opportunity to get rich overnight.

The two of them quickly finalized the details. Sean paid 5000G as a year's rent and rented the small stall at the back of the store. The terms of the contract clearly stated that Sean had the right to operate the stall independently, and Pierre was not allowed to interfere.

Regarding the penalty column, if the contract is terminated in the first three months, Pierre will have to pay compensation of three times the stall rental fee. For the following months, compensation will be based on the average monthly profit of the fertilizers sold in the store in the first three months * the remaining number of contract months.

When seeing the penalty clause, Pierre's eyes flashed with indifference. He didn't think Sean's fertilizer business would improve much, so he didn't care about the penalty clause in the contract.

However, what he didn't notice was that there was a gleam of thoughtfulness in Sean's eyes. This penalty clause specifically formulated for Pierre was to prevent him from turning the table over out of jealousy.

After the contract was signed, Sean made a request: "I want Abby to be in charge of the sales of this stall."

Pierre was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Abi? She is still studying, how can she do this job?"

At this moment, Piers realized something was wrong. His brows furrowed involuntarily, and a series of questions emerged in his mind.

"Sean, what do you mean? Why did it have to be Abby?" There was a hint of caution and confusion in his voice. "She agreed to it, too?"

Sean nodded.

"Silly girl, she's never willing to come to the store to help out on normal days, but now... she's taking the initiative to help watch the stall." Pierre muttered with a gloomy face when he heard it.

In response, Sean quickly said, "You don't know this. Your daughter is also involved in my fertilizer. She knows more about this product than I do. I believe no one is more qualified for this job than her."

"Besides, didn't you say that she has been staying at home doing nothing? Just like some students go for internships during the holidays, this is also an opportunity for her to learn and grow." Sean tried his best to dispel Pierre's concerns.

In fact, the person for this stall had been decided when Sean asked Abby to go out to look for bees.

Because Abby has different ideas from Pierre, this is Abby's chance to officially confront and defeat him in front of her biological father.

"Also, the contract stipulates that I have the independent right to operate the stall, and no one is allowed to interfere. I think I should be the one to decide who will be the salesperson for this stall." Sean continued, his words revealing an unquestionable firmness.

Pierre was silent. He began to realize that every move Sean made was extremely precise, as if everything was under his control.

"Okay, since you said so, let Abi have a try." Pierre finally compromised, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "But I have to remind you, if Abi delays his studies because of this stall, I will settle the account with you."

"Don't worry, Pierre." Sean patted Pierre's shoulder like a winner.