August 6th, another ordinary summer morning.
A silver Bluebird sped along the country road.
The warm sun climbed slowly in the east, leaping onto the poplar branches in an instant.
Dappled sunlight filtered through the car window, landing squarely on Chen Yansen's profile.
"Why didn't your sister come with us?" Chen Yansen asked, patting the front seat.
"My mom's taking her to Shanghai to visit my uncle… and to see the World Expo. If I didn't have a legitimate reason to learn to drive, I'd probably have gone too," Wang Zihao replied.
He turned his head, still tinged with fear.
Shanghai? The World Expo? Who cares? Nothing beats making money with Brother Sen!
"It's a pity we're losing a free laborer," Chen Yansen said flatly.
"You beast!" Wang Zihao rolled his eyes, fuming.
With Wang Ziyan's cute looks, countless boys would fawn over her.
But Chen Yansen thought of using his sister as a laborer.
"You're in charge of sales today. I've sent the sales script to your QQ. Fifty minutes left on the drive—study it carefully," Chen Yansen instructed seriously.
"Brother Sen… I… I can't do it. Why don't you?" Wang Zihao stammered.
He was shocked that revenge came so quickly.
"If you don't want to, fine. I'll just deduct 2,000 from your commission later," Chen Yansen grinned at his cowardly expression.
"Zihao, I'm not criticizing, but a man can't say no. Go for it!" Huang Boxiang said.
Having taught Wang Zihao all day, he now addressed him more familiarly.
"Brother Sen… you're joking, right?" Wang Zihao asked, worried.
Chen Yansen frowned.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Damn it… I'll give it my all! Anyway, no one in Anfeng knows me." Wang Zihao gritted his teeth, like a man facing his execution.
"Haozi, if you want to make big money, forget morality, rules, and pride. When you're penniless, they're worth less than toilet paper."
Chen Yansen ignored him after speaking, leisurely taking out his Nokia N78 to return to his side business.
"Don't you like singing or playing ball? Isn't that what you usually do?"
As soon as he logged into QQ, the first chat box popped up—Meng Jie again.
Heh, still saying you're not interested in me?
Chen Yansen's lips curled.
In his previous life, he had reviewed countless female anchors and cosplayers, but Meng Jie had a charm of her own.
"Only kids play with those things. Are you coming to Anfeng? I'll show you the world of adult men."
Chen Yansen didn't hesitate and replied immediately.
Selling goods in Chongqiao had taught him one thing: he and Wang Zihao alone couldn't handle everything.
Luring a new free laborer was now his top priority.
"You're in Anfeng???"
Meng Jie's avatar lit up.
"Not yet," Chen Yansen replied simply.
"Then why are you talking nonsense!"
Her excitement vanished instantly, and she scolded him angrily.
"But I'll be in Anfeng in an hour," he added, grinning mischievously.
"Who taught you to talk like that? You'll get beaten, you know?"
Meng Jie sent a punching emoji along with her message.
"Meet me at the Anfeng market. I'll send the exact location later."
Chen Yansen had taken the initiative.
Free laborers were rare, and he wasn't about to miss this opportunity.
"Hey, hey, hey! I don't think I agreed to your request yet!"
Meng Jie lay on her bed, kicking the blanket off her legs with a defiant "Ah!"
She did want to see Chen Yansen, but after being rejected several times, embarrassment kept her from running to meet him immediately.
"Don't forget, I like white stockings," Chen Yansen reminded her.
"Chen pervert! If you like it, wear it yourself!" Meng Jie replied, fingers flying over her phone.
Outside, Meng's father tightened his tie, frowning.
"What's wrong with Xiao Jie?"
"Maybe a stomachache… or wait—didn't she just have her period last week?" Meng's mother said, counting on her fingers.
"Xiao Jie, feeling unwell? Should Dad take you to the hospital?"
"Ah!? Dad, I'm fine. Are you going to Anfeng today?" Meng Jie poked her head out.
"Yes, why?"
Seeing she was okay, her father smiled.
"Shall I come with you?"
Meng Jie grabbed his arm affectionately.
Then, worried he might suspect, she added, "I heard the lotus flowers at Anfengtang are blooming. I want to see them."
"Oh dear, you're making me dizzy! Fine, fine, get up quickly," he said, smiling dotingly.
After careful planning, Chen Yansen had Huang Boxiang park at the market entrance.
The three unloaded goods, set up tables and chairs, stacked products, and unfurled posters and banners.
Experience made them fast.
"Haozi, Show Time. Go for it!" Chen Yansen stepped back, signaling Wang Zihao to begin.
Huang Boxiang stood aside, grinning, guarding the goods while Wang Zihao made a fool of himself.
Maybe he'd grab some melon seeds, too.
"Hello everyone! We are MP3 and MP4 players from Yangcheng Electronics Factory…"
Wang Zihao inhaled deeply and began.
His voice rose and fell like ocean waves, drawing dozens of curious eyes.
He stuttered at first but pressed on.
When aunties, uncles, and youngsters made eye contact, panic surged—but he kept going.
"Hahaha—this young man is interesting. So MP3 players are like people!"
"Come on! Let's see what's going on!"
"Really? An MP3 for only 49 yuan, with free headphones?"
"My cousin bought an MP4 in Chongqiao for 199 yuan the other day. Could it be them?"
A crowd quickly formed.
"Don't be a coward, keep talking!" Chen Yansen warned quietly.
"We are staff from Yangcheng Meimo Electronics Factory, here in Anfeng to bring benefits to villagers!"
"MP3 players originally priced at 290, 390, and 490 yuan are on sale today for 49 yuan!"
"Don't miss out!"
Wang Zihao's face turned red. Pleas for help failed—he had to shout.
Gradually, he got used to being watched.
His heartbeat slowed.
The blush on his cheeks faded.
By the end, he stood on a stool, gesturing wildly, almost reciting his pitch by heart.
Just then, Meng Jie arrived.
"Chen Yansen, Wang Zihao, what are you doing?!"
Her eyes widened.
She looked Wang Zihao up and down, clicking her tongue.
"Chen Yansen, is the world of adult men just markets and selling goods?" she teased.
"Selling goods is just formality—making money is the real goal," Chen Yansen said dismissively.
"Don't just stand there like idiots, come and help!"
What's wrong with selling goods? Even water sellers can become billionaires!