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It was the perfect weekend, and many wealthy people from the city and county enjoyed coming out to play. The well-known Da Feng Farm had become a popular choice.
When Chen Xuan arrived at the entrance of Da Feng Farm driving his tricycle, he noticed several small cars parked along the roadside. Finding a spacious spot, he parked and began selling watermelons.
"Xiao Xuan, you’re here to sell watermelons?" someone called out. "Aren't they still unripe? Can they be eaten?"
Xiao Xuan was a university student from a prestigious school, so he would surely say they were good to eat. Laughter erupted around him.
A few villagers from Chen Family Village were also setting up stalls nearby. When they saw Chen Xuan arrive to sell watermelons, they greeted him with friendly chuckles.
"Xiao Xuan, give me half a watermelon! I haven’t eaten lunch yet; this is perfect for me," a middle-aged man said with a smile as he approached.
His grin faded when he suddenly noticed the price tag Chen Xuan had displayed. His eyes widened in shock. "What?! Thirty-one pounds! Xiao Xuan, that’s outrageous!"
The man's exclamation drew the attention of other villagers, who gathered curiously around them. They looked at the price tag and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
"Xiao Xuan, this price is too much!" one villager exclaimed.
"Yeah, three dollars a pound is reasonable, but thirty-one pounds is way too expensive! Only a fool would buy that!" another chimed in. "Money isn’t easy to earn in the city!"
Chen Xuan recognized the middle-aged man as a friend of his father's. A confident smile crept onto his face as he replied, "Uncle, if you want to buy some, I can give you a discount."
"Then I’ll take half," Chen Dayong said hesitantly. He regretted speaking up; had he known Xiao Xuan would set such a ridiculous price, he wouldn’t have said anything at all. This price was clearly highway robbery!
"Alright!" Chen Xuan quickly grabbed half a watermelon, weighed it, and packaged it neatly before handing it to Chen Dayong. "There you go—exactly one pound. That’ll be ninety dollars."
Chen Dayong winced as he reluctantly handed over ninety dollars, feeling the sting of his purchase as he turned to leave.
In this scene, the surrounding villagers burst into laughter. Chen Dayong returned to his stall in silence, growing more and more frustrated as he thought about how he hadn’t even opened for business yet and had already been taken advantage of. It was infuriating.
Feeling dejected, Chen Dayong casually pulled a piece of watermelon from his bag and took a big bite.
Mmm!!!
Chen Dayong's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the watermelon in his hand.
"Hey, Old Chen, is the melon good?" teased a nearby vendor.
"Uh, it’s just so-so," Chen Dayong replied, his gaze flickering as he quickly finished the piece of watermelon in his hand. He pulled out another slice and devoured it just as fast.
In the blink of an eye, half a watermelon had disappeared into Chen Dayong's stomach.
Ah, that feels good.
He patted his belly contentedly, savoring the moment.
This melon is amazing!
Chen Dayong had never tasted such delicious watermelon in his life! He couldn't help but wonder how Chen Xuan managed to grow such fruit.
With a sigh of admiration, he glanced over at Chen Xuan in the distance. Suddenly, a thought struck him.
He lowered his head in contemplation for a moment, cleared his throat, and strolled casually over to Chen Xuan by the tricycle.
After scanning the area to ensure no one was watching, he pulled Chen Xuan aside and whispered urgently, "Xiao Xuan, where did you get this melon?"
"I grew it myself," Chen Xuan replied with a faint smile.
"You grew it? Impressive!" Chen Dayong exclaimed, staring at Chen Xuan in disbelief. Initially, he had looked down on Chen Xuan, who had graduated from a famous agricultural university but chose to return home to farm instead of taking a job. Like other villagers, he thought Chen Xuan was simply envious of Da Feng Farm's success.
However, after tasting Chen Xuan's melons, Chen Dayong realized that Chen Xuan was not just envious of Da Feng Farm; he truly had remarkable skills.
Such a sweet and delicious watermelon, Chen Dayong had never tasted one in his life!
Xiao Xuan, this kid is something else!
With his eyes darting around, Chen Dayong pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Xuan, to be honest, I know a few fruit wholesale friends in Changfeng County. I’d like to buy some watermelons from you to sell. What do you think?"
"Oh?"
Chen Xuan looked at Chen Dayong in surprise. After considering his proposal for a while, he readily agreed, "Sure! If you order a large quantity, I’ll give you twenty-one pounds!"
That sounds great! Chen Dayong rubbed his hands together excitedly and began pacing back and forth, deep in thought.
After a while, he dashed across to Chen Family Village without even bothering with his stall.
"Old Chen, what are you doing? You’re leaving your stall behind?"
"What's going on? Is your wife urging you to deliver the goods?"
The villagers of Chen Family Village laughed and teased him.
Among the crowd, only Chen Xuan remained silent.
The temperature gradually rose.
More and more visitors arrived at Da Feng Farm, and soon the roadside was filled with parked cars.
The business at the roadside stalls began to thrive as well—except for Chen Xuan's.
There was nothing he could do; his price of thirty dollars per pound scared off any potential buyers.
Some villagers advised Chen Xuan to lower his price, but he firmly refused.
Chen Xuan was convinced that his watermelons were worth thirty dollars a pound.
"Boss, I'll take half a watermelon."
A deep voice rang out as a well-dressed middle-aged man appeared in front of Chen Xuan.
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