Zhang Yanping had washed his hands of it all for a long time.
Bah.
No.
He'd been away from the social scene for a long time.
Back in the day, a lot of the channels for the family's premium fruit were all found by him. Just going out for a stroll, he could add three to five new WhatsApp friends; if he ate something tasty while traveling, he'd definitely come back with five or six shop owners' WhatsApp contacts.
Anytime he saw some rustic village billboard by the roadside, he'd take a photo and save the phone number.
In short, expanding his network and all that was secondary—he was just bored.
But ever since he came to Yunqiao Village, at the beginning he was still huffing and puffing, forced to work like a long-term hired hand.
Later, once the family didn't need to work themselves anymore, he just completely let himself go.
