I See through Everything

At the exhibition.

As news spread across the internet, many locals in Shanmei learned about the event, and the number of people flocking to the exhibition grew.

Fortunately, Jiang Miao had given instructions on a few key points in advance, and the company had also transferred many people from headquarters to help out.

Li Zhou and the others responsible for organizing the exhibition saw the rapid increase in foot traffic and made a swift decision. They immediately assigned staff to control the number of people entering to prevent a massive crowd from surging in all at once.

An intern salesperson rushed over. "Manager Li, we’re running low on tomatoes! We only have about fifty boxes left."

"I’ll call the farm and have them send another batch over." Li Zhou picked up his phone and dialed the number for Wang Guangming, who was managing Nanhu Farm in place of Lü Weibin.

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"Hello, is this Forestry Director Wang?"

"Who is this?"

"This is Li Zhou from the sales department."

"Oh, Manager Li. What can I do for you?"

"How many of the already-picked tomatoes do you have in stock at the farm? Would it be possible to send a batch over to the exhibition at Ciyun Mountain Park?"

"Let me check the system. One moment..." A few minutes later, the voice on the other end spoke again. "Manager Li, we still have over eight tons in stock. You need the gift-boxed ones, right?"

"Yes, we need all three sizes of gift boxes. Send a hundred boxes of each."

"No problem. They’ll be there in about an hour."

"Sounds good. Goodbye."

"Alright."

While the two were on the phone, another dozen or so boxes of tomatoes were sold at the venue.

Although Hailufeng Company’s Black Pearl Tomatoes and Red Heart Tomatoes were a bit pricey, their amazing flavor made them irresistible.

The Black Pearl Tomatoes retailed for 8 yuan per kilogram, and the Red Heart Tomatoes for 7 yuan per kilogram.

As for the Purple Crystal Ginseng Fruit, they hadn’t reached their peak season yet, so they were only available for free tasting and not for sale.

An older woman, munching on a sample of the Ginseng Fruit, asked, "Aren’t you selling these Ginseng Fruits?"

"Sorry, ma’am. These are a new product. The earliest they’ll be available in large quantities is December," the intern salesperson explained apologetically.

"I was hoping to buy some. I can’t believe I have to wait until December." The woman looked disappointed.

The little girl beside her tugged on the woman’s arm, whining in a sweet, childish voice, "Grandma, I want strawberries! The really fragrant ones!"

The grandmother glanced at the price tag for the Fragrant Strawberries—99 yuan per kilogram—and hesitated. But her love for her granddaughter won out. She grabbed a female salesperson and asked, "Miss, can you give me a better price on these strawberries?"

"Ma’am, we have a 30% discount today. These Fragrant Strawberries are only 69 yuan per kilogram."

"Can’t you go any lower? How about 20 yuan for half a kilo?" the grandmother asked with a wide grin.

"Ah?" A helpless smile appeared on the salesperson’s face. "Ma’am, the prices are set by the company. We can’t change them."

"Oh, is that so!"

"Grandma! Please buy them!" The little girl’s big, watery eyes were fixed on the Fragrant Strawberries on the display stand, and she couldn’t help but swallow.

"Alright, alright. You little glutton, Grandma will buy them for you." The grandmother gave in and turned back to the salesperson. "We’ll take half a kilo, then!"

"I’m sorry, we only sell them in one-kilogram gift boxes."

The grandmother was about to say something, but then she saw her granddaughter’s longing expression and could only wave her hand in surrender. "Fine, fine. One kilogram it is."

’It really is true that in this world, the easiest money to make is from the elderly, children, and women.’

Not far from the grandmother, another family of tourists—old and young—arrived.

One of the female tourists looked at the Black Pearl Tomatoes on the display and asked a salesperson curiously, "What kind of grapes are these? They look huge."

Hearing her speak Cantonese, the salesperson quickly called over another salesperson, a local girl, to help.

"Hello! How can I help you?"

"Are these grapes any good?" the female tourist asked, pointing at the bunches of Black Pearl Tomatoes on the display.

"Those aren’t grapes, they’re tomatoes."

"Huh? Tomatoes? I’ve never seen small, black tomatoes on a vine like this before. They’re not some kind of GMO, are they?" The female tourist grew concerned.

The salesperson quickly smiled and explained, "Miss, you might not know this, but original tomatoes were small and came in black, purple, white, and yellow. The big tomatoes we’re used to were bred later. Our new variety isn’t a GMO. In fact, no genetically modified tomato varieties have been approved for sale in China."

"Is that really true?" The female tourist was still skeptical.

"Sis, you’re overthinking it. It’s true that the mainland hasn’t approved any GMO tomatoes." Another young man, wearing sunglasses, picked up a Black Pearl Tomato sample and popped it into his mouth. "Huh? This tomato is actually really good! It’s a bit like an heirloom tomato from South America."

"Really? Let me try." The female tourist also ate one. The perfect balance of sweet and sour, combined with the rich tomato flavor, made her eyes light up. "Daddy, come try this tomato! It’s delicious!"

An older man with glasses and a cloth tote bag slung over his shoulder walked over. "All you two think about is eating. I found something amazing at the next booth."

"Dad, what did you find?" The young man took off his sunglasses and hooked them onto the collar of his shirt.

The old man said excitedly, "Truffles! Lots of them! I’m planning to buy a batch for the restaurant."

"Truffles?"

The old man casually picked up a Black Pearl Tomato and popped it into his mouth. He chewed a few times, a look of surprise crossing his face. "Huh? This tomato is genuinely good. I could consider buying a batch of these for the restaurant to serve as an appetizer."

"Daddy, you can’t even go on vacation without thinking about business! Aren’t you tired of it?" his daughter said, exasperated.