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

He Qiaoyun was stunned for a long time as these business deals came to her on their own.

This year has been incredibly lucky; we've overcome every obstacle, and things have truly taken a turn for the better!

The key issue is that she doesn't have enough fruit left in her orchard. Besides making gift boxes for these companies and factories, she also has to deliver fruit to other fruit shops with which she has contracts. She's simply too busy to handle everything, while also ensuring that the fruit supply to the fruit shops is adequate.

If I can't manage it all myself, there are other fruit farmers in the village.

She didn't think too much about it; the Dragon Boat Festival was approaching, and she needed to quickly reach an agreement with the other party.

She added the purchasing agents from two other companies on WeChat and sent them a message: "Sorry, I'm a little short on fruit in my orchard, but there are other farmers in our village whose fruit is also very good. I can help connect them with you. Don't worry, the quality of your fruit is absolutely guaranteed."

These villagers weren't truly vicious towards her; they were just jealous, a common human trait. Unlike He Ping, who launched personal attacks against her and genuinely looked down on her for being a woman.

She helped them today, and who knows, they might lend a hand in the future when she's in trouble. It's a good deed, and there's no need to make enemies. In business, harmony brings wealth.

The other party replied after a long time: "Okay, please do it as soon as possible, before the Dragon Boat Festival."

The next day, He Qiaoyun gathered the farmers whose crops had fruit together and announced the news.

Upon hearing this, the farmers were overjoyed. Their attitude changed from being harsh and jealous to praising He Qiaoyun for her ability to secure large orders for them.

You should know that once these lychees are packaged and sold to these factories as employee benefits, they can earn more than the fruit vendors pay.

Ke Hegui was still dissatisfied and secretly told the others behind He Qiaoyun's back, "If we hadn't complained to the village committee yesterday, would she have agreed to talk to us? She was only doing this because of the pressure from the village committee, tch."

The others frowned and whispered, "Don't say that. It's a favor they did for us; it's their right not to help."

"Yes, your family has the most lychees among us, and they are also the best-quality. With a little packaging, you can sell them for a good price. Aren't you happy?"

"Exactly, if that's what you're saying, then don't take this order. Just sell it to the fruit vendors yourself. Nobody's forcing you."

He Gui was embarrassed by what he was told. "Why should I sell it just because you say so? My fruit is so good, of course I should use it to make Dragon Boat Festival gift boxes."

They were happy, but He Qiaoyun was incredibly busy. She had to help them connect with partners, teach them how to package their products, and answer a barrage of questions. She also had to deliver gift boxes to small companies in the city, never getting a moment's rest.

Fortunately, the village committee sent people to help.

A group of people worked together for nearly ten days to deliver these gift boxes on time.

He Qiaoyun watched as the gift boxes were driven away by the truck and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

The fruit farmers all smiled happily, and even He Gui, who had been expressing his opinions throughout, smiled.

After these rounds of purchases, 90% of the fruit in He Qiaoyun's lychee orchard was destroyed.

The remaining 10% was collected by fruit vendors and fruit shops, which made He Qiaoyun's job much easier.

The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and this year's college entrance examination coincides with the festival, making the streets very lively.

That day, He Qiaoyun delivered fruit to the fruit shop.

Next to the fruit shop is a flower shop.

In early June, the lychees were beautifully red, and she suddenly had an idea. She went to the flower shop and asked the clerk to wrap the lychees into a bouquet.

After wrapping the lychees, the florist's eyes lit up. "Sister, your idea is great! I'll order a batch of fruit from you. Tomorrow is the college entrance exam, and I'll make bouquets and sell them at the entrance. Business will definitely be booming."

He Qiaoyun didn't expect to close another deal.

Life is easy.

She immediately agreed to the florist's request, wrote out a receipt, and then took the lychee blossoms back to her small supermarket, where she added some inspirational cards to them.

Xiao Ye's eyes lit up when she saw it. "Sister, you're so smart! How come I didn't think of that before? Look, these flowers are expensive and not practical. They'll wilt in a couple of days. But lychees are different. They're beautiful, edible, and have a good meaning: abundant fruit."

He Qiaoyun smiled and nodded, "I remember our shop received a batch of unsold cardstock before. When you have some free time later, go find it. I'll go back and pick some lychees. Now that the exam halls are cleared and the students have gone home for the holidays, let's pack them up and sell them tomorrow."

Xiao Ye was full of enthusiasm: "Great!"

Without hesitation, she drove her secondhand van back to the orchard.

To be honest, no car, no matter how expensive, is as good as this secondhand manual transmission minivan, even though it's a bit worn out.

After returning to the city with a truckload of lychees, I first delivered them to a flower shop, and then went back to the small supermarket.

As soon as she stopped the car, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a call from her ex-husband, Xu Hui.

After hesitating for a moment, I answered the phone: "Hello."

Xu Hui: "He Qiaoyun, I heard you've been taking orders to make lychee gift boxes for the Dragon Boat Festival. Could you send me seventy or eighty boxes? I need to distribute them to my employees..."

He Qiaoyun didn't even listen to the end of his call; as soon as he mentioned asking her for lychees, she hung up immediately.

What kind of person is Xu Hui that he dares to ask her for fruit?

When she first started her orchard, he and his mother were the first to object, nagging her with all sorts of manipulative tactics until her head ached. Fortunately, she was clear-headed and determined at the time, and wasn't distracted at all.

Seeing her displeased expression, Xiao Ye asked with concern, "Sister, what's wrong?"

He Qiaoyun waved her hand, "It's nothing, I just got a call from my unlucky ex-husband."

Xiao Ye asked, "What did he say to you?"

"Ignore him, let's start wrapping."

Neither of them knew how to wrap dumplings at first, so they learned by watching the shop and using mobile phone tutorials.

Xiao Ye had worked at a flower shop for a few days before, and her skills were awakened; she learned them all in no time.

He Qiaoyun was pruning the fruit on the side. The green leaves set off the red fruit, and with the addition of red binding paper and a few inspirational cards, she had the parents completely under her thumb.

The two of them worked for most of the day, until evening, and finished wrapping all the cardstock, having wrapped nearly forty bundles.

Xiao Ye is very skilled; each bouquet is beautifully wrapped. "Sister, how should we price it?"

After thinking for a while, He Qiaoyun said, "Twenty-nine for the small ones, thirty-nine for the medium ones, and forty-nine for the large ones. You also contributed, so I'll give you a 15% commission. How about that?"

Xiao Ye's eyes lit up. "Thank you, sis. There's still some left."

He Qiaoyun smiled and said, "We sell these individually. Parents who come to wait for their children must be tired from waiting, so they will definitely buy some fruit to satisfy their cravings. We will make money from these parents who do not buy flowers."

"Sis, you're so smart!"

She made the most of the lychees.

After finishing all that, she was exhausted and drove back to her one-bedroom apartment.

When I got back downstairs, I saw someone standing there.

It's Xu Hui.

She was too tired to argue or fight with him, so she chose to ignore him.

Xu Hui rushed forward and blocked her way. "He Qiaoyun, don't go."

He Qiaoyun smelled the alcohol on him and looked a little impatient. "Why aren't you at home with Wang Jinghuai? What do you want from me?"