My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

"Oh?" I became interested. "Is that so? How many pounds of oranges did your family grow this year?"

The elderly man's face turned slightly troubled as he took a puff of his cigarette. "I have almost 10,000 pounds of oranges, but this year's market is not good, and I can't sell them." Steve and I exchanged a glance, both furrowing our brows.noveldrama

"Why can't you sell them?"

"In previous years, many merchants would pre-

order, and when the fruit was ready for harvest, they would come to collect it and then transport it to sell. But this year, very few merchants came, and those who did offered very low prices.

I remembered not too long ago when I was grocery shopping with my mom, the price of oranges was outrageously

high, with the cheapest ones costing eight dollars per pound.

"How much do the merchants offer per pound?"

The elderly man shook his head. "At most, they offer one dollar and fifty won't take more than that."

How could this be?

A thought crossed my mind, and I instinctively grabbed Steve's hand.

"Why am I telling you all this? It's too late now. You two should rest well. We'll find someone to fix the

tire tomorrow."

Back in our room, I shared my idea with Steve.

"You mean you want to shift the main business focus to agricultural live streaming?"

"Yes!" I nodded. "I want to do something

meaningful. If, because of my help, the oranges from his house get sold, that would be the purpose of running my company."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure.” After saying this, I looked somewhat nervously at Steve. "You won't... not support me, will you?"

Steve sighed, then pulled me into his embrace. "Why wouldn't I support you? I'm just worried about you, afraid that you might get tired."

I truly loved the feeling of having someone behind me offering unconditional support. I held onto his waist, taking in the faint fragrance of sandalwood on him, and shook my head. "No, I won't." The next day, I explained my plan to the elderly man.

"So, you mean you can help me sell all the oranges?" The elderly man seemed somewhat skeptical.

I understood his doubt. Anyone who encounters a young girl on the road claiming that she can solve a problem they couldn't solve themselves wouldn't immediately believe it.

"Yes, my company specializes in e-

commerce. I can have them do live broadcasts directly from your orchard, which would allow us to sell the oranges directly to consumers, and you can earn more."

Seeing that the elderly man still didn't believe me, I directly showed him our company profile, placing it in front of him.

True to my word, I made a call back to the company, and in the afternoon, they came fully equipped to the elderly man's place.

The first live stream went very well, and we managed to sell over a thousand pounds of oranges from the elderly man's orchard.

The elderly man's face was beaming with joy, and he rallied all his relatives to come help pick the oranges.

However, I couldn't shake the feeling that the current host wasn't suitable for promoting agricultural products; she was more suited for promoting beauty products.

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Steve recommended someone to me. In his company's public relations department, there was a teacher who had left his job due to certain

reasons. Relying on his strong writing skills, he was recruited by Steve into the public relations department,

"Using a teacher as a live stream host, isn't that a bit of a stretch?" I asked, feeling a bit unsure.

Steve ruffled my hair and said, "It might be a stretch, but let him give it a try. Who knows, there might be a pleasant surprise."

After thinking it over, I agreed to the idea.

Unexpectedly, this former teacher turned current live streamer became extremely popular in no no time.

He said, "Leaving the countryside, departing from our hometown, relocating to the city for the sake of livelihood, education, healthcare, or many other reasons. However, the painful realization is that, the city oft He didn't mention the elderly man's oranges explicitly, but the order volume for his oranges increased rapidly.

Netizens said they weren't buying the oranges he recommended; they were buying the longing for their

hometown.

Finally, I understood why Steve had recommended him to me. This was the power of words.

To prevent issues like delayed deliveries or less-than-

fresh fruits, I arranged for company employees to stay in the elderly man's orchard to address any problems promptly.

With the current order volume, it was impossible for the elderly man's family to handle it all by themselves. I had the company hire temporary fruit pickers and packers from nearby towns, creating a production li

To ensure quality and quantity, we needed to get the fruits to the customers in the shortest possible time.

Other fruit farmers in the town also approached us, and after on-

site inspections, I allowed those with fruits meeting the quality standards to be featured in our live streams.

On the way back, the elderly man was laughing and crying at the same time. He held my hand tightly, struggling to express his gratitude.

Spending the past half a month here had shown me a simplicity and

tranquility in life that I hadn't experienced before.

The elderly lady brought out fresh big prawns she had bought from the market early in the morning in town and made my favorite grilled prawns, packing them in makeshift containers.

"Dear, I don't know how to thank you, and I don't know what you like to eat. These are the grilled prawns my son used to love. Take them with you on your journey,” the elderly lady said.

My heart ached; the elderly lady's son had suffered from leukemia, spending several years in and out of hospitals. He had passed away last year, leaving her family in financial ruin, depleting all their savings an These grilled prawns were something they

could never bear to eat on ordinary days.

I forced a smile and took the container from her hand. Thank you. We'll eat them when we get hungry. on the way."

They nodded in agreement, watching us as we left.