Chapter 1135


    Chapter 1135


    Tnsha had a sudden eyelid twitch.


    What kind of nonsense had her grandma been spouting to strangers?


    Nics was quick with his mouth and instantly greeted them, “Hello.”


    “Hello, hello, what a polite young man.”


    “This kid is really handsome and tall. You’re about six feet, huh?”


    Correcting them with a grin, Nics said, “Actually, I’m six foot one.”


    “Wow, that’s tall! What should we call you, young man?”


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    “Just Nics is fine.”


    Nics was a smooth talker and quickly became friendly with the group of women.


    Trisha couldn’t help but marvel.


    He was such a social butterfly, able to blend into any crowd.


    She drank too much water and went to the restroom, leaving Nics to help carry the fruit.


    Seeing how handsome he was, the women called him over to help sort apples, which was much easier


    than loading and unloading goods Nics learned how to sort while chatting with the women, “Don’t we


    have machines to sort the fruit, or do we rely on ntanualbor?”


    “We do have machines, but they can only sort by size. Things like bruises or wormholes on the fruit


    can’t be detected by the machines. We have to pick them out by hand and pack each one in bags


    before boxing them.”


    “What happens to the damaged apples?”


    “They’re fermented to make fruit wine or made into canned fruit. We have our own factories here, and


    the products are distributed everywhe The low–grade fruit that’s left is used to feed pigs. You’ll see a


    large farm when you’re on your way back which is our breeding farm. Trisha can


    you to see it, it’s all part of their family business.”


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    Nics’s eyelids twitched violently, “It all belongs to her family?”


    “Ah, didn’t she tell you? All the orchards in our town belong to her family.”


    Nics was speechless.


    The apple orchards they’d passed on their way here seemed endless.


    With so many orchards, their family must be well–off.


    A chubby woman, who was very warm–hearted, noticed Nics’s interest in the orchard and started


    exining.


    “Our orchards used to be managed separately. Everyone took care of their own, and the quality of the


    fruit depended on the weather each year. During a good harvest, an acre could earn nearly a thousand


    dors. But if the harvest was bad, we couldn’t even make half that amount. Plus, the dealers always


    lowered the price. After a year of hard work, we’d end up earning less than if we’d worked a regr job.


    Gradually, many orchards were abandoned. Trisha’s mom rented those idlends and proposed


    centralized management. She invested a lot of money in scientific cultivation and now each acre yields


    a stable four to five thousand pounds each year.


    Moreover, we now package high–quality fruit beautifully, and sell it for several times the price of other


    fruits. With factories and breeding farms to help handle low–quality fruit, our ie has more than


    doubled. You missed out. Usually, there are a lot of influencers live streaming here”


    The more Nics listened, the more surreal he felt. By the end, his entire worldview had been


    overturned.


    What he didn’t know was that the chubby woman only knew the tip of the iceberg. This kind of industrial


    chain was not unique to their town.


    The woman continued. “The fruit wine developed by her mom is very popr and it’s exclusively sold in


    their supermarkets.”


    Nics was shocked again, “They have supermarkets too?”


    “Yes, the FreshMart chain. They’re in many cities.”


    Nics was dumbfounded.


    There’s a FreshMart near Grandview Heights.