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"How exhilarating!"
The onlookers burst into laughter, having long harbored grievances against the Black-hearted Merchant Old Liu. The merchants from the Fruit Tree Trading Market, who had been watching intently, were nearly brought to tears with excitement.
For so many years, they had struggled under Old Liu's oppressive reign over the Fruit Tree Trading Market, and now they finally awaited the day when the Black-hearted Merchant would be driven away. All of this was thanks to the young man standing before them.
Though they didn't know who he was, it didn't matter; the merchants expressed their gratitude to Chen Xuan in their own way. Suddenly, one merchant shouted, "Wait a moment!" He then turned and dashed back to his shop, followed by seven or eight others who did the same.
Chen Xuan stood there in confusion, unsure of what these merchants were up to. But soon enough, he found out.
In less than half a minute, the merchants returned with joy-filled tears streaming down their faces, their cheeks flushed as they loaded bundles of what appeared to be high-quality Fruit Seedlings onto a cart. The more they tossed onto the cart, the more excited they became.
Chen Xuan was left dumbfounded. The workers on the cart were equally bewildered. The nearby onlookers stared in disbelief, all thinking the same thing:
"Have these people gone mad?"
Chen Xuan quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Stop! What are you doing?"
But no one paid him any mind. The seven or eight merchants continued to frantically load the finest Fruit Seedlings onto the cart as if possessed.
As he watched the three trucks being filled to the brim, Chen Xuan felt a sense of helplessness wash over him. His first instinct was that these merchants had noticed his large purchase of Fruit Seedlings and were trying to force a deal on him.
Chen Xuan silently calculated the value of the Fruit Seedlings that had just been tossed onto the trucks; it must be worth several thousand yuan. If that was the case, he would have to expand the scale of his orchard even further. Gritting his teeth, he prepared to spend money to buy all those Fruit Seedlings.
However, when he looked up, he realized that the merchants who had been so eager to throw the Fruit Seedlings were now nowhere to be found. Not a single one was left in sight.
Chen Xuan was taken aback and walked directly to the nearest shop. Inside, he saw the shopkeeper lounging with his legs crossed, engrossed in his phone.
"Boss, how much for the Fruit Seedlings you just threw? I’ll pay you," Chen Xuan said, reaching for his phone.
"Fruit Seedlings? What Fruit Seedlings?" The shopkeeper looked startled.
Chen Xuan was equally stunned. He pointed outside at the Fruit Seedlings on the truck. "The ones you just tossed out."
"Don't talk nonsense; I haven't gone out at all," the shopkeeper replied, continuing to play with his phone, refusing to say anything further no matter how much Chen Xuan pressed him.
Suddenly, Chen Xuan understood. He exited the shop and headed towards other stores. Sure enough, not a single merchant admitted to having gone outside recently.
Standing there in a daze for a while, Chen Xuan finally burst into laughter as realization dawned on him. Shaking his head, he turned and left the Fruit Tree Trading Market.
Behind him, the three trucks that were nearly overloaded wobbled their way toward Chen Family Village.
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