I was eliminated from the draft, and I became a superstar with a ballad

Chapter 179 179 Sales exploded, continue to bring goods

[179 continues to bring goods, sales explode]

Low grain hurts farmers!

Fake a penalty ten!

Su Qingyun's promise immediately silenced the trolls.

However, there were still some sunspots who still questioned him persistently.

"It's better to say than to sing. What kind of low grain hurts farmers, and you black-hearted capitalists make money? How much money can farmers get?"

"That's right, make up some short stories and tell some sensational copywriting. The more you buy, the happier the capitalists will be."

"Do you really think that Su Qingyun is such a kind person? Cut up the leeks of you fans, and you will not be merciless!"

"This bag is 69.9 yuan, hehe, I guess farmers can only get 9 yuan and 9 yuan!"

……

Su Qingyun glanced at the words of the trolls, and retorted:

"First of all, we, Qingyun Best, purchased it at a price slightly higher than the market price."

"Secondly, the cost of goods needs to be calculated in all aspects of packaging, transportation, sales, marketing, warehousing, labor, etc."

"Finally, we Qingyun Best will not treat every farmer friend harshly, nor will we default on the payment of every farmer."

"As a business, we are not shameful to make money. Please remember, we are not philanthropists or non-profit organizations."

"In addition, I promise here that for every bag of rice sold, I will personally donate two yuan for the development and construction of agricultural undertakings."

What he said was well-founded, leaving those black people speechless.

Yes!

Qingyun Best is originally a commercial company, the purpose is to make money, not charity!

What's more, they have already purchased it at a price slightly higher than the market price, and they have not defaulted on the payment to the farmers!
At this time, the fans in the live broadcast room also started to fight back against the sunspots:
"Little blacks, if you don't buy it, you can leave!"

"That's right. We can still afford a few bags of rice. If we are willing to buy it, can you control it?"

"Every time you buy a bag of rice, God Su donates two yuan. If you sell 1000 million bags today, God Su will donate 2 million yuan! Let me ask you sunspots, what have you done for agricultural development?"

"That is, Su Shen can at least guarantee that his products are genuine Wuchang rice, and they are the best variety!"

"We are willing to support God Su, it's none of your business!"

……

In the live broadcast room, because of the disturbance of the black fans, it stimulated the consumption enthusiasm of the fans, and the sales ushered in a wave of explosive growth again.

800 million bags!

900 million bags!

1000 million bags!

Finally, after more than 40 minutes of live broadcast, all 1 million bags of rice were sold out.

Sales are also close to [-] million.

Four 10 minutes, selling rice alone, selling [-] million in sales!

Putting this on any platform is a sales miracle!

Just like that, some fans who came late in the live broadcast room, who hadn't grabbed it yet, started complaining in the comment area one by one.

"Whoa, why was it sold out when I first came in?"

"God Su, please order some more goods, I haven't bought them yet!"

"I just filled in my name, address, and phone number, and it's out of stock!"

"Fuck, I never buy anything in the live broadcast room. In order to support God Su, I specially bound my bank card, but I haven't bought anything yet!"

"Su Shen, I feel that I only bought one bag, which is not enough. I want to buy a few more bags!"

……

Seeing the barrage of netizens in the live broadcast room, Su Qingyun suddenly felt a little bit pained!

Am I less prepared?
Underestimated the purchasing power of my fans?

Su Qingyun glanced at Dong Yuhui next to him.

Sure enough, the corner of Dong Yuhui's mouth twitched!
Too awesome!

He prepared 100 million bags from the beginning, but it was Su Qingyun's strong request to prepare 1000 million bags.

If this had been according to their initial preparations, they wouldn't have been scolded to death by online netizens!

Dong Yuhui hastily said:

"For those who haven't bought it, don't worry, we have prepared other products."

"Come on, go to link number two."

As the words fell, there was an extra product in the little yellow car.

This is a corn.

Immediately afterwards, Dong Yuhui began to introduce this corn in detail:

"This corn is yellow waxy corn from the Northeast. There are 8 corns in a box, and it costs 48 yuan."

"This silky sticky corn is produced in the black land of Northeast China. Each package is independent. It only needs to be steamed in a pot for more than ten minutes before it can be eaten."

"It's full of strength, fragrant and waxy, and can also draw silk. Corn is a very high-quality coarse grain staple food for our body management. If you are losing fat, you must try it. It's glutinous, sweet and delicious!"

When Dong Yuhui introduced it, countless people had already placed orders.

Dong Yuhui blurted out another short composition when he mentioned the excitement.

"Why did Qingyun Optimal choose this corn?"

Dong Yuhui issued a soul-like torture, and then he asked himself and answered:

"I remember it being at the end of summer, in what we call a Midsummer Night's Dream."

"There are stars, the night wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling, and occasionally one or two unknown birds fly across the sky, making crisp calls. At that time, I was young, young and carefree!"

"I often lie in the yard, lying in the arms of my parents. They sit on the mat, riding the night breeze, chatting about the harvest of the day and their plans for tomorrow."

"This world has its own plans, and ordinary people in this world have their own plans."

"My parents often chat late into the night, as well as my grandparents, and the neighbors around me. Sometimes everyone laughs heartily, sometimes whispers. They chat very happily, and I can't listen to a word."

"How young I was, I didn't have a headache, I didn't have a backache, I didn't suffer from insomnia, I didn't worry about my future at that time, and I rarely worried because I couldn't pay the rent."

"I'm just stupid, gnawing on a corn cob..."

Speaking of this, Dong Yuhui picked up the corn that had been prepared, and gnawed it sweetly and deliciously.

"It's like eating corn like this. My mother picked corn cobs from the field and cooked them in a pot. There was a very attractive fragrance. I poked them with chopsticks and ate them leisurely. The chewiness of the corn , the sweetness in my mouth, and the fragrance of the corn, I still have a deep memory in my mind..."

Having said that, Dong Yuhui paused, and his voice suddenly became sad:

"Every time I see corn, I think of those carefree childhoods, those summers when you didn't have to do homework after school, those starry nights when the breeze was blowing and the leaves were rustling!"

"I miss my carefree self at that time. I know I can't go back to my childhood, but I believe the taste of this corn will always remind me that I once owned many precious things!"

"For example, I used to have healthy grandparents, able to eat well, and able to sleep well myself!"

"Whenever you think about the past, you will find that you have grown up, and growing up is knowing what is really important, what you really need, what you need is not many other things, but food, sleep sleep!"

(End of this chapter)