Wangchuan

The day Chen Wangchuan was laid off from a live broadcast company in Xi'an, he only had 600 yuan left with him. He returned to Wanrong, to Sihou Village where he had escaped for eight years, and to the three-acre orchard where his father had been working for thirty years. The first live broadcast, 23 people. He bit into the apple and said "the sugar level is the highest", and he didn't even have a sugar meter. My sister Xiaohe said: Don't just say it, let people see it. He bought a handheld sugar meter for nineteen and eighty yuan and measured it in front of the camera - 14.8 Degrees. Not false. This is the most expensive thing he has ever said in his life. 90 Days, 10,000 orders. Hail damaged the fruit, and the black script accused him of forgery. Tie Zhu gave the fruit to Zhou Wei, and MCN wanted to sign him as a puppet. He squatted under the jujube tree and clutched a frozen apple, the juice dripping down between his fingers. Hailui fruit is 5.98 Yuan, 7,800 people are online, and 3,700 orders have been placed in 12 hours. Ugly, but sweet. He won. But winning is not the end. On the hospital bed, my father said the longest sentence in five years: "You are better than me." He stood on the plateau and watched the Fen River flow into the Yellow River. The light that had been shining for twenty years at the bottom of the well turned out to be himself. Those who look at the river look at the endless water. The water never stops and the people never stop.