My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 1135

Tnsha had a sudden eyelid twitch.

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

Nicolas 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, Nicolas said, “Actually, I’m six foot one.”

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

“Just Nicolas is fine.”

Nicolas 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 Nicolas 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 Nicolas learned how to sort while chatting with the women, “Don’t we have machines to sort the fruit, or do we rely on ntanual labor?”

“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 net 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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Nicolas’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.”

Nicolas 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 Nicolas’s interest in the orchard and started explaining.

“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 dollars. 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 regular job.

Gradually, many orchards were abandoned. Trisha’s mom rented those idle lands 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 income has more than doubled. You missed out. Usually, there are a lot of influencers live streaming here”

The more Nicolas 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 popular and it’s exclusively sold in their supermarkets.” Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

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

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

Nicolas was dumbfounded.

There’s a FreshMart near Grandview Heights.