The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 504 - Can This Really Work?

“No, no, hear me out, I swear I'm not a thug.”

“I need these pants to save my life.”

Murong Tian's face was the picture of misery.

The woman running the stall heard him out.

She crossed her arms over her chest.

She gave him a thorough once-over.

Her face was a mix of skepticism and disbelief.

Do you think I'm buying it?

“Young man, that kind of thinking is dangerous.”

“Get yourself home, now.”

The stall owner said with a cold huff.

“No!!!”

Murong Tian threw himself onto the stall.

Clutching the pants to his chest, he declared, “I'll take them all, I'm buying them all!”

The stall owner exclaimed, “Good heavens! You're making a scene in broad daylight, and you won't even listen. Do you think my experience counts for nothing?”

With that, she stepped forward.

She seized Murong Tian.

Smack, smack, smack!

Her slaps rang out, crisp and sharp.

“This is for being a hooligan.”

“This is for your shamelessness.”

“I'm going to slap some sense into you today!”

“Let's see if you dare to act out again.”

Su Ming stood by, unable to watch.

He closed his eyes and shook his head in dismay.

Oh, the horror!

It was just too much.

I can't bear to see this.

What have they done to this poor kid?

Murong Tian was defiant as ever.

Biting his lip, sticking out his behind.

Head held high, chest puffed out.

Eyes tightly shut.

He took the slaps without flinching.

Refusing to let go.

“Momma!”

Eventually, the stall owner grew weary.

She stood there, gasping for breath.

A bystander couldn't take it anymore.

He approached.

“Hey, young man, what's with buying the underwear?”

“You're getting thrashed and still won't release them?”

The guy was genuinely puzzled.

They weren't made of gold.

Why cling to them so desperately?

“I'm not a thug, I swear.”

“I, I, I… I bought them for my family.”

Murong Tian lied.

Because Su Ming had cautioned him earlier.

He couldn't tell the truth—it had to remain a secret.

”There's nothing wrong with buying clothes for your family.”

“But why did you buy so many?”

“Is this going to be a family heirloom or something?”

The older man nearby was utterly baffled.

How many people are in your family?

Surely, even a large family wouldn't need this many, right?

What's the deal?

Are you some kind of monk on a pilgrimage?

Are you heading to a kingdom of women?

“I, I, I…”

Murong Tian had been roughed up for so long that his mind was foggy.

Now, being questioned, he was even more tongue-tied.

“This, this, this…”

“I am the young master of the Murong Group.”

“We're in this line of business. I thought I'd buy some to resell.”

Murong Tian stuttered for what felt like an eternity.

At last, he came up with a somewhat plausible excuse.

“The Murong Group?”

The stall's proprietors, a woman and a man, were taken aback.

They had heard of it—a clothing brand with a reputation.

But such a brand would have its own retail channels.

And its own garment factories.

Who's ever seen a major corporation sourcing goods from a street stall?

Seeing their skepticism, Su Ming stepped forward: “Here's the thing. Their company is looking to launch a new line of women's products, but they don't want their competitors catching wind of it. So they're discreetly buying these 1,000 pairs of underwear here, just as promotional items to give away to female customers to gauge the response.”

”Oh,” the two vendors said, the light bulb going off.

“Look here, young man, why didn't you just say that in the first place? Why keep it to yourself?”

“Why didn't you speak up sooner?”

“Why didn't you say something earlier?”

“Why didn't you tell me right away?”

“Why didn't you just say so? If you had, you could have avoided a beating.”

The woman moved closer.

Murong Tian was on the verge of tears.

I wanted to explain.

If only you'd given me the chance.

You should have let me speak!

I didn't get a word in edgewise.

It was like slaps were free.

[Smack! Smack! Smack!]

And the worst part?

I couldn't have come up with such an excuse on my own.

“Wait here, I'll have someone bring it over,” the elder sister said as she dialed a number on her phone. Within minutes, a middle-aged man appeared at the far end of the night market street. He was slightly overweight and bald, wearing only a tank top and shorts despite the chilly weather, his feet slipped into a pair of cloth shoes. He was lugging a large, bulging bag on his back and hurried over to us.

“It's all here,” the middle-aged man said, setting down the bag and catching his breath from the exertion.

“Old Liu, looks like you're doing pretty well for yourself,” he commented, a hint of envy in his voice as he fanned himself. “The stock you got in yesterday's already sold out? I'm starting to envy you. I don't even feel like transporting goods anymore. If things get tough, I might just join you in selling.”

“Enough already! With your size, you'd probably scare the customers away,” the lady retorted with an eye roll.

”Young man, we've got everything you need. Time to settle up,” she said, turning to Murong Tian.

“Alright, alright,” Murong Tian replied, nodding and handing over the money.

Wang Hu shouldered the big package, a transparent plastic bag filled with bright red gauze underwear. It was eye-catching, turning heads as he walked down the street.

”Master, what about the second one?” Murong Tian asked as they reached the corner of the street, glancing back at Su Ming.

Su Ming whispered a few more words into Murong Tian's ear, leaving him momentarily dumbfounded.

“But I don't mean anything by it, I'm not trying to doubt,” Murong Tian stammered. “I just want to know… does this really work?”

He was wrestling with a deep sense of self-doubt. The approach seemed odd.

“Don't worry,” Su Ming reassured him with an air of mystery. “The secrets of heaven must not be disclosed. Just follow my instructions, and there won't be any issues.”

“Alright,” Murong Tian conceded, his face flushed as he swallowed hard and cautiously approached the utility pole in the night market area, plastered with advertisements.

The ad read: “Wealthy, beautiful woman with a full figure seeks a healthy man to fulfill her dream of motherhood, due to her husband's inability to conceive. Reward of 500,000. Contact number…”

It was a piece of cake.

Just a quick phone call to mom, and boom—500,000 yuan landed straight in her bank account.

Earning money couldn't get any easier.

What's the meaning of ‘a word worth its weight in gold'?

Well, this was pretty much it.

He read on.

“Do you suffer from incomplete urination due to kidney deficiency? Are your nights interrupted by frequent trips to the bathroom, leaving you with cold extremities and numb limbs? Do you need to rest after just a few steps, feeling utterly drained? Try Zhuge Steel Brand Kidney Treasure…”

“Triple-action root medicine cures diabetes!”

“Invincible shampoo, say goodbye to baldness!”

“Lock picking, whether it's your lock or someone else's, we can pick it in a second.”

“Toilet unblocking! With the Big Iron Rod Hospital's director's ancestral iron rod, one poke and it's clear!”

……

There was no shortage of advertisements.

If anyone actually believed these claims…

There would be no incurable diseases left in the world.

Everything could be healed.

Just like that.

Cure in hand, illness out the door.

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