"My dear lady, the world isn't just black and white—there are gray areas too. We need to use every resource available and unite every force we can. Our goal is to revitalize our hometown, and whether it's black or white, as long as we achieve our aim, it works."
Shen Yunyun: "..."
Why did that sound so much like an old-school party cadre?
All that talk about revitalizing the hometown—could she just say that was Liao Zhen's own ideal?
She didn't have such lofty ideological awareness. She'd help if she could, and if she couldn't, she wouldn't force herself.
"What do you want to do?"
"We have so much fruit in the warehouse. Why not use them to sell it? Their connections are already in place. Why not leverage them to move our fruit?" Liao Zhen had been losing sleep night after night worrying about the apples and peaches in storage.
Shen Yunyun might be carefree, but he couldn't afford to be.
Sure, the villagers' agricultural products had been sold, but if Shen Yunyun didn't make a profit, what would happen next year?
Could she keep subsidizing the farmers at a loss?
She had to turn a profit—that was the only way to create a healthy cycle.
Shen Yunyun looked at Liao Zhen in disbelief. "You dare cooperate with them? Aren't you afraid they'll gang up and screw you over? Or bite you like a venomous snake?"
"No, I'm not afraid. As long as they help us sell the fruit, everything else is negotiable."
Shen Yunyun strongly disagreed with his reasoning.
She believed that birds of a feather flock together. From the start, her vibe didn't match theirs—how could they ever get along?
And she had zero respect for their methods. In other people's business wars, you'd see price battles, psychological tactics, or setting traps—all kinds of strategic maneuvering.
But these guys? They just sent people to beat her up.
That was even more absurd than pouring hot water on a rival company's money tree.
Not absurd, really—just blunt.
Thank goodness for the advanced optical computer. Without these interstellar products, she'd just be an ordinary young woman, and this incident would probably leave her with lifelong psychological trauma.
Even if they didn't actually harm her, the scare alone was enough.
The two held their ground, clashing over the issue.
Deep down, Shen Yunyun knew Liao Zhen had a point. She'd thought the same way before.
But seeing those middle-aged men act so shamelessly had killed any thought of letting them off.
Bad people deserved to face the law.
Liao Zhen looked at her seriously. "Boss, do you trust me?"
Shen Yunyun hadn't expected him to be so solemn, and she nodded earnestly. "I trust you."
A relieved expression spread across Liao Zhen's face.
"Actually, all human relationships are about interests. Even marriage isn't purely a union of love—it's mixed with weighing pros and cons. Loyalty or disloyalty can't be the absolute measure of interpersonal relationships. People have degrees of closeness. For those closer to us, we demand more, including loyalty. But these people can be treated as business partners—friends when there's profit, enemies when interests clash. So we can't expect much from them, as long as there's something to gain. Look at us and Country Y. We used to have an irreconcilable blood feud. But later, we still established friendly exchange relations. Now that the global landscape is shifting and major powers are opposing each other, everyone picks sides, and we're back to being hostile with Country Y. If nations can do that, so can people."