"Oh, I see." Tao Zhuangzhuang somewhat understood, thinking that maybe it was these wide-ranging, wealthy city folks, curious about rural life, who were bringing in this traffic out of their passionate fantasies about the countryside.
He thought he might try to do the same someday. After all, he's reducing production next year, so he might as well study it well.
If nothing else, accumulating a hundred thousand or eighty thousand followers and selling a thousand or eight hundred orders would already be a success.
Tao Zhuangzhuang, who knew nothing about the competition in the online blue ocean, was filled with fantasies. He glanced at his phone again and then at Qiaoqiao—
He was holding his phone up, showing everyone the vineyard.
"Kids, this is Brother Zhuangzhuang's vineyard. It's a hundred acres!"
"Brother Zhuangzhuang is so meticulous. He cleans up the sunburnt leaves and spoiled fruits every single day."
