At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

He Qiaoyun was speechless at his rudeness.

Could He Ping really be that kind? He Qiaoyun knew exactly what he was thinking.

Isn't it just a ploy to take advantage of the situation and buy her fruit at a low price, then work with the logistics and procurement department of the Feng Group to act as middlemen and collect kickbacks?

She chuckled lightly, crossed her arms, and said with a disdainful look, "Don't even think about it. Even if I can't sell this batch of fruit and let the fruit vendors buy it at a low price, or let it rot in the field, I won't give it to you."

If all else fails, she'll find a handsome man or a beautiful woman to do a live stream to sell products. She'll definitely not let He Ping succeed!

Feng Jiashu stood aside watching the standoff between the two, secretly raising an eyebrow, and looking at He Qiaoyun with more appreciation.

Their unwavering and resilient demeanor is very moving.

He Ping was slightly taken aback, not expecting He Qiaoyun to be so unyielding. "You!"

"I advise you not to be ungrateful. You have so much fruit; that's a whole year's harvest." He Ping still wouldn't give up, after all, they had already reached an agreement with the Feng Group for procurement.

He Qiaoyun laughed and said sarcastically, "The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is. What does it have to do with you? I'm happy to do it."

Seeing that there was no way to reach an agreement, He Ping snorted coldly, "Don't come begging me later."

Before leaving, he glanced at Feng Jiashu hastily. Feeling embarrassed and angry at losing face in front of a man, he kicked a stone on the ground.

It was already quite hot in early May. He was wearing sandals when he suddenly kicked a stone on the ground, wincing in pain, but he still forced himself to walk out of the orchard.

He Qiaoyun let out her first hearty laugh of the day.

Human happiness is not built on the suffering of others, but on the suffering of those we dislike.

Feng Jiashu turned to look at her and asked, "What about your fruit?"

Facing him, He Qiaoyun was much calmer. "I'll find someone else to collect it. Things will work themselves out. If I can't collect it all, I'll take it to the market myself or sell it to a fruit shop. If all else fails, I'll find someone to do a live stream and ship it online. I won't let the fruit rot in the ground. It's not easy for the land to flower and bear fruit. This is a way of giving the land a proper account."

Feng Jiashu was infected by her optimism, and a smile appeared on his face. "Such good fruit will definitely fetch a good price."

"I'll lend you some good words."

Once outside the orchard, Feng Jiashu opened the trunk of his car and loaded the fruit into the vehicle.

He Qiaoyun looked at his Audi Q8. Although she didn't know much about cars, she knew that BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi) cars were never cheap.

Xu Hui's BMW 5 Series cost nearly 500,000 yuan back then, bought in full, and she lent him 100,000 yuan in total.

Xu Hui drives a Volkswagen 5 Series, while she drives a second-hand manual van worth less than 10,000 yuan.

The contrast is so stark that even if you told people, they might not believe it.

"Your company offers pretty good benefits, right?" she casually remarked.

Feng Jiashu asked in confusion, "Why are you asking this?"

Does she also want to work for their company? Or should we introduce her to a relative?

He Qiaoyun smiled and said, "I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought your car was nice and asked casually. Please don't take offense."

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "The compensation is alright."

This car is the cheapest one in his garage. It's perfect for driving on bumpy mountain roads like this; even if it gets scratched or scraped, it's fine.

He Qiaoyun added, “No matter how good someone’s benefits are, you can only afford this car if you have good work skills. My son works for a foreign company, and the company’s salary and benefits are very good, but he is not ambitious and his position is neither high nor low. He was laid off by the company last year.”

Feng Jiashu asked, "What is your son's major?"

"He was an art student, and he studied art in college, but I don't quite remember his specific major..."

"Do you need my recommendation...?"

He Qiaoyun quickly waved her hand, "No need, no need. I was just complaining about him. I didn't mean to ask you for help. With his appearance, he would only cause trouble in your company and create a bad impression on you. That would be a sin."

Feng Jiashu had never seen a mother treat her son so harshly, showing no mercy whatsoever, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" He Qiaoyun asked, puzzled.

"Does your son even know how you insult him?"

He Qiaoyun laughed, "What can I do even if I know? If he doesn't change, I'll keep criticizing him."

Feng Jiashu loaded the second box of fruit onto the car and finally mustered up his courage, "How about we exchange contact information? I can't just take your fruit for free, I'll give it to you at the market price."

His supposedly good excuse and proper politeness were decisively rejected by He Qiaoyun.

"No need, it's just two boxes of fruit. My daily losses are more than that, so don't feel pressured."

Feng Jiashu's smile froze on his face, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He clearly had ulterior motives, but now that the wine is spilled, his excuse is gone.

“If you really feel bad about it, you can introduce some of your friends and clients to me, and I’ll give them a 50% discount, how about that?” He Qiaoyun said again.

Whether it's okay or not, Feng Jiashu has to say yes.

Back in the city, he made a phone call to his assistant.

"Who is in charge of purchasing employee benefits for this anniversary celebration in the Logistics Management Department's purchasing department?"

Assistant: "He Zhenxing, however, some insiders have reported that this person has been taking kickbacks, but we have no evidence."

Feng Jiashu said coldly, "What evidence do you need? Just issue the papers. Let him collect his money from the finance department and leave tomorrow."

Assistant: "Okay, I'll give the order tomorrow..."

Who has offended their chairman again, that he would pay attention to such trivial details about a nobody?

Finally, Feng Jiashu added, "Let someone else handle the purchasing for this anniversary sale. Buy as many lychees as you can from He Qiaoyun's orchard at the original purchase price. Bring the contract directly tomorrow."

The assistant on the other end of the phone paused for a long time, then asked, "He Qiaoyun? Is she the one from the orchard below our herbal medicine base?"

Feng Jiashu: "Yes."

The assistant secretly gossiped, "Has the chairman taken a fancy to her? Otherwise, why would he specifically ask for her fruit?"

*

That evening, He Qiaoyun contacted several supermarkets that could buy large quantities of the fruit, only to find that they were already at full capacity.

She had no choice but to look for wholesalers online. As a result, when they saw that she was in a hurry to sell the fruit, they all assumed that there was something wrong with the fruit and that was why she was in such a hurry to sell it. They wanted to come and inspect the goods before going back to apply for a price quote.

Just thinking about all this back and forth and all the haggling, the fruit will rot on the ground.

Fruit shops and retail vendors simply couldn't possibly consume such a large quantity...

Although she verbally told He Ping that she would rather the fruit rot in the ground, she actually cared for these fruits more than anyone else, as if they were her own children.

She had a terrible headache and couldn't sleep all night.

The next day, she didn't sleep for more than a few hours before her biological clock woke her up on time.

She got up, washed up quickly, and made breakfast.

I was in a bad mood, which affected my appetite. I ate a couple of bites and then hurriedly went to the orchard.

The wholesale market reneged on its contract, forcing her to stop working as a helper.

Fruit can stay on the tree for a day or two without any problems, but if it's picked and not kept fresh, it will spoil in a couple of days.

She surveyed the orchard, looking at the ripe fruit.

"It won't be long before they rot on the trees and fall to the ground..." she murmured helplessly.

This is really worrying.