Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 454 - Chapter 454 454. Wang Bapis Agony_1

Chapter 454: 454. Wang Bapi’s Agony_1 Chapter 454: 454. Wang Bapi’s Agony_1 “What?!”

Wang Bapi jumped up furiously in an instant.

“A thousand yuan? This Song Tan! I always said this young girl is fickle; a perfectly good job and she just ups and quits, not an ounce of responsibility. Now selling some local produce and her eyes light up at the sight of money…”

“Xiaohuo, it’s not just you guys–all university graduates, but so young and already reeking of money, not good at all. For inexperienced youth like you, it’s not money that should be valued most right now, but improving yourselves!”

“The company provides such a great platform for you, and you don’t appreciate it. You will regret it sooner or later.”

At this, Huo Xueying immediately rolled her eyes.

In the past, she would have had to swallow her anger, after all, capitalists around the world aren’t much different, if she left this job, there’s always another one…

But–

Please! Song Tan could just resign so casually and go back to her hometown to expand her business, and she, a local, if it really came to it, could just go back and live off her parents. What’s there to be afraid of?

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed loudly, “it’s all because you, boss, didn’t expand the business. Otherwise, I’d even have to pay to come to work now–that’d really be looking forward to the future.”

“Besides, Song Tan went back to her hometown and built a villa in just half a year; I don’t know what’s wrong with our company–not being able to make the most of such a talent and just wasting two years!”

Her words were anything but polite, and Wang Bapi felt like he was on the verge of a heart attack–especially since the three employees he had finally recruited resigned because they couldn’t meet the demands!

Originally, Song Tan alone could have done the job!

Outrageous!!!

He clutched his chest, wanting to scold Huo Xueying some more, but then he remembered how she slammed the documents last time and said she was resigning… Ah, there were still a few orders unfinished, and if she resigned, where would he find someone to take over without any glitches?

He had to swallow his anger, then returned to his office and shut the door heavily.

“Don’t get angry, don’t get angry, getting sick from anger helps no one… being a boss requires a broad mind… Leaders need to have a vision for the future… Wolf culture values competitiveness–”

In short, after downing a whole mess of motivational chatter, Wang Bapi finally felt a bit better.

He opened his phone, thinking furiously: Honey for a thousand yuan a bottle? She must be out of her mind for money!

Online, during live streams, so many people sell local products; any random one could outshine her!

Just then, the caring algorithms promptly pushed a notification to him–

[Grandma, your favorite streamer is finally on air–Rural Memories, join us in reminiscing through time.]

Wang Bapi was not the least interested in anything rural, but perhaps out of sheer irritation today, he subconsciously opened the link.

Then he saw the screen unfold like a misty rain painting, and amid the patter of the rain, an elderly man with a spirited look was sitting under the distinctive porch of a rural house.

In front of him was the start of a… straw mat?

The voice of a boy beside him was filled with innocence:

“Grandpa, is the grass mat for sister? Now that houses are built with machines, why don’t you use a machine too?”

The boy speaking had a fair complexion and clear eyes. His mere curious presence made people instinctively take a liking to him.

Wang Bapi: …

Wang Bapi naturally didn’t fall for it; he saw right through the live stream’s tactics–This boy didn’t look like a regular person, he was surely being used to gain sympathy!

But, while he outwardly sneered, his hand hesitated to click close for quite some time.

Listening to the sound of rain from the live stream, he couldn’t help but lean back more relaxed in his executive chair, thinking it’s just local products, right?

Let’s see how they do product promotion and sales.

Song Tan? Humph!

…

The weather forecast is still quite accurate.

The rain started early in the morning and hadn’t stopped yet, but Lao Song’s family wasn’t worried at all–there had been less rainfall this year, and it had been dry for a while. Now this rain was coming just in time to moisten the earth.

The only one who wasn’t too happy was Guo Dong, still not completely settled.

Her Golden Sakura had only been sun-dried for half a day, and it surely couldn’t just be left half-dried like that, right?

Sugar content is so high, it spoils easily.

So she had no choice but to light the fire in the clinic’s kitchen again, planning to dry them out slowly.

Luckily, since they had been sun-dried before, this time, about three hours of baking should suffice, and it wasn’t particularly difficult.

However, on one side were the Golden Sakura being slowly roasted over a low flame, and on the other was the foggy rain outside. The mountains and forests were shrouded in a grey mist, and beyond the sound of the rain, there was no other noise…

So comfortable.

Guo Dong couldn’t help but start laughing.

…

On this side, Qiaoqiao remembered her little friends, so she decided to teach everyone a new skill–making grass mats.

Of course, she admitted it was a bit difficult because watching grandpa weave things in the early morning, with his fingers flying up and down, if you weren’t careful, the split grass blades would automatically weave together…

“Alas,” she could only sigh regretfully to her online audience, “I’m sorry, kids, this seems a bit difficult, Teacher Qiaoqiao hasn’t even mastered it.”

“But no worries, let’s just watch for now, maybe we’ll get it after seeing it done.”

The barrage was speechless.

[There’s absolutely no possibility!]

[He seems to really have confidence in me]

[My brain gets it, but my hands don’t]

[What’s so difficult about a grass mat, just give me another hundred and eighty years of practice, and I’ll surely get the hang of it!]

[Speaking of which, is this grass mat the one I wanted to buy last time? How much is it?]

[I bet it won’t be cheap]

[Yeah, yeah, the one on the host’s bed last time seemed to be really comfortable to sleep on.]

[I don’t care, I want to buy it!]

[People in coastal areas are crying with envy, it’s hot here, but we can’t buy it–this thing won’t last once it’s damp.]

[Then just buy a new one every year, they should last at least that long]

[I think my wallet can’t handle it–after all, Teacher Qiaoqiao has never sold anything cheap…]

[Oh right, I saw that black fungus was newly listed in the store, Teacher Qiaoqiao really treats me like an outsider, not even telling me.]

[Ah! Eating cold dressed black fungus in summer is so refreshing! I’m going to buy some now!]

Wang Bapi watching silently: …

What’s with these comments? Are they so eager to spend money?

Maybe he should check it out too?

…

On this side, Song Youde was still answering Qiaoqiao’s question:

“If you want to weave the traditional kind of grass mat, there is still a machine in the old house. But this grass has been split into finer strands, too fine for the old machine to handle, so it won’t be dense enough; it’s better to weave by hand.”

Thin and thick require completely different techniques, and the machine cannot accommodate both.

And Song Youde was here weaving grass mats alone, to create a sample for the rest.

Tantan said, we need a standard first.

Those who meet this standard will get fifty yuan for each mat.

The price was not high, but not low either.

For those elderly folks who were gradually becoming unable to do strenuous work, it was just perfect.

Not to mention Lianhua’s grandmother. After learning the basics yesterday, today she had already taken a large bundle of the selected colorful grass and started practicing slowly in her wheelchair.

And Tantan’s grandpa also had nimble hands!