Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 261 - Chapter 261 261. Upper link_1

Chapter 261: 261. Upper link_1 Chapter 261: 261. Upper link_1 Brother Fisher felt like crying, his nose all tingling with sadness, and then he resentfully took out his phone:

“Then I’ll transfer the money to you, and you can pack me a pound of tea leaves. When I come over later, I’ll bring my own cup, and you can give me another cup then.”

It was possible to give him another cup, but as for the tricks of the trade–

Song Tan feigned difficulty: “Oh dear, nobody else does it like this.”

Brother Fisher was livid:

“Well, nobody else sells their tea for 10,000 yuan a pound either!”

!!!

The entire live stream erupted into chaos.

Zhu Li gasped, and even Wu Lei put away his sulky mood, staring with wide eyes.

Is this price even reasonable?

However, Song Tan looked as though it was all quite normal:

“But you tasted it for free yesterday as the first place winner, didn’t you?”

Brother Fisher’s eyes bulged: “Why are you so stingy?”

Sometimes, customers are just too adorable.

Song Tan laughed heartily: “Okay, okay, bring your cup over later. Well, considering your support for the business, next time you come for fishing, I’ll give you another earthworm.”

At that moment, the previously frozen barrage of comments began to flow again.

[The earthworm you’re offering, is it a gold or silver earthworm?]

[What kind of tea costs 10,000 yuan per pound, is it Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain?]

[Rural folks are really ripping people off these days.]

[I’m just curious. Why is this guy willing to pay 10,000 per pound? Does he have more money than sense?]

Amid these rampant comments, there was also a particularly sour group–

[No wonder Qiaoqiao never promotes products for us, she flat out looks down on our purchasing power.]

[No wonder Qiaoqiao never quotes us a price, she clearly doesn’t expect us to actually buy anything.]

[No wonder Qiaoqiao says her family isn’t short on money. If my family’s tea was 10,000 yuan a pound, I wouldn’t be either.]

[To those in front, are you brave enough to price your tea at 10,000 yuan a pound, and does anyone buy it?]

[??? Do you folks have a problem? Discussing tea that’s sold for 10,000 yuan a pound like it’s normal–obviously the host is just putting on an act. No wonder there’s been a commotion today.]

[Cut it out. If your wallet’s empty, everything looks like an act. Did anyone force you to buy?]

[Link it, link it.]

[Host, please tell sister for me, I came from Qiaoqiao’s side, would you consider offering a one-gram trial pack?]

[Please, help me get the message across, and I’ll hit follow as soon as you do.]

Zhu Li almost burst a blood vessel at that last comment.

You’ll give me a follow if I pass the message?

What am I, a relay station?

Zhu Li felt utterly aggrieved!

But she dutifully relayed the message, watching the number of followers like a hawk. Noticing that the count genuinely jumped up by more than 30, she felt satisfied at last.

Song Tan hesitated for a moment:

“This would need packaging and shipping, which is a bit of a hassle.”

Mainly because she hadn’t been in a rush to make money before, such trivial sales could lead to confusion and she had not found a good opportunity yet.

Is now the right opportunity?

Song Tan pondered.

Wu Lei could no longer hold back his frustration.

He had never seen anyone worse at business than his cousin!

Such a beautiful peach blossom scene was left unexploited, live stream selling wasn’t considered, and now someone was eagerly asking for a trial pack, yet she was still not seizing the opportunity for a promotion!

“Good wine needs no bush!”

He said earnestly:

“If you offer tea samples with the customer only paying for postage, and the quality is good, would you worry about not making sales?”

Pay for postage for a trial?

Song Tan stared at her cousin, whose brain seemed to be malfunctioning, her eyes filled with skepticism–

How did he manage to make suggestions each and every time, yet never hit the mark?

“Do I look like I lack customers for my tea?”

Brother Fisher was also staring at Wu Lei with dissatisfaction– if they offered to send samples for the cost of postage, wouldn’t his purchase of tea for 10,000 yuan feel like a loss?

Whose idea was this?! He was like the perfect straight man in a comedy act: “Exactly, Boss Song, your tea is of such good quality, you don’t have to worry about sales, don’t listen to them.”

But Song Tan had already made up her mind–the delivery guy had arrived.

He was here, and just a couple of hundred items seemed a bit too few, didn’t it?

Maybe…

“Alright then,” she leaned toward Zhu Li’s live stream:

“Later at Qiaoqiao’s place, I’ll offer a one-gram trial, not including postage. If you guys want to snatch it up, go ahead.”

What a scene!

Qiaoqiao’s fans were on the verge of tears, feeling that their long vigil in other streamers’ channels was not in vain; they finally got to see the host post the product link–it wasn’t easy!

Wait a minute, wasn’t something off here?

It was they who were spending the money, so why were they the ones eagerly begging the host?

Zhu Li watched as her viewer count plummeted alarmingly, nearly bursting into tears from the injustice. What was all this morning’s fuss about?

Was this a case of “Year after year pressing for gold, only to make wedding garments for others”?

But Song Tan just smiled and said, “Cousin, Sister Lili, thank you for helping with the promotion. I’ll prepare a sample pack for each of you later.”

Wu Lei glanced at Zhu Li’s complexion, then hesitated before asking, “A one-gram sample pack?”

Song Tan: …

“What else could it be?”

That was still in consideration of my uncle’s face; otherwise, for the ruckus you two caused today, it’d serve you right.

Zhu Li’s eyes reddened, finally unable to hold back her grievances, turned off her live stream with a wail, and left the scene in tears.

Down the hill, Qiaoqiao was still engrossed in her cooking, while the live streaming audience was immersed in this atmosphere. Suddenly, a large group of people burst into the barrage of comments–

[Quick, quick, post the link!]

[Host, where’s the link? My wallet can’t wait any longer.]

[What link? You’re in the wrong place.]

[No mistake! Fairy sister said there’d be a link!]

[!!! Happy–oh spit, I mean, finally showing your true colors!]

Qiaoqiao was a lost cause by now, but Xin Jun had spontaneously begun figuring out how to add a product link to the live stream.

“Zhang Yanping!” he called urgently. “Post the link, you’re about to start live streaming sales.”

What?

So soon?!

Watching the live view count soar, even though many were just nosy onlookers from Zhu Li’s channel and might not buy anything,

the two exchanged a glance and earnestly put up the link.

Thank heavens, Zhang Yanping breathed a sigh of relief–thankfully, although his Taobao store’s photos weren’t set up right yet, there was at least a link available for purchase.

Ah, about those photos–Brother Fisher and the other uncles were really too thoughtful, even doing photo retouching after taking pictures, considerate!

Overly considerate.

Everyone stuck around in the live stream without budging, and finally, Zhang Yanping managed to put up the link, despite the hiccups.

Even though there were no pictures or detailed descriptions, at least there was a payment page, right?

For some reason, the live stream audience was even a bit moved by this!

Without hesitation, they placed their orders:

It’s only 20 yuan–eh, 30 with shipping? Oh, who cares! It’s just 30 yuan, buy!

But–

[Why limit it to one per person?]

Song Tan had just walked into the courtyard when he heard Zhang Yanping explaining to everyone:

“Folks, I know some of you might be skeptical, but our tea really does sell itself.”

“Considering that you’ve all been with Qiaoqiao for so long, we decided to offer this benefit… ”

He had no idea how many live streams he had crashed, but his spiel came naturally:

“Limiting it to one per person is our way of saying that we’re not here to sell products through Qiaoqiao’s live stream. You know the kid; he’s happy just having people watch.”

“Those who want to buy, try one pack. I swear by the heavens, you won’t regret it.”

“Those who don’t, let’s just enjoy Qiaoqiao’s live stream together. We’re equally grateful.”

“So, everyone should try out the good stuff, as long as you get a taste. No need to spend more unnecessarily for it.”

What you’re saying, doesn’t it contradict yourself?

Good stuff, spend more money, no need.

But it has to be said, his entire performance made everyone less resistant to spending 30 yuan on the item.

30 yuan, not a lot, but not a little either, just the price of a cup of coffee–

Why not give it a try?

The crowd eagerly watching the live stream finally got their chance to spend, with the follower count skyrocketing.

Looking at the numbers, Xin Jun couldn’t help but gasp–

5300 followers, 4100 sales!

This level of fan loyalty, throughout the entire live streaming platform, who else has it?!

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[A side note here. After many years of writing, although my subscription numbers aren’t high (as you know, female demographic traffic isn’t robust), my ratio of subscribers to collection has always been 5:1, meaning that for every five people who collect, there’s one who subscribes (or even subscribes to the whole). I take great pride in this data. So, for many years now, I’m very grateful for everyone’s support and company. Thank you! [This section is free; this chapter’s paid word count is 2400 words. I didn’t include this in author’s notes so that friends from other channels can also see this.]]