The village’s wise woman was well-known to everyone.
She was someone who could converse with the dead, and if she claimed to see a dark aura surrounding this girl, didn’t that imply that the girl had been followed by some unclean presence?
If that were true, dealing with her could risk attracting those unclean things to themselves.
Villagers who had signed up began whispering among themselves, debating whether they should sell or not.
"If you ask me, we’d better skip it this time. Sister Wu rarely tells lies, and if she’s speaking up today , there must be a reason. Everyone, don’t forget, Sister Wu can talk to the dead. Maybe she can see those unclean presences. I’m sure Sister Wu is right."
"But if we miss this opportunity, we might not get another chance . Have you heard what Zhao Youqian said? If we establish a partnership with the factory, they will consider our village first whenever they need sweet potatoes. If you offend them this time, they may not come back."
For a moment, all eyes turned to Uncle Dog, eager to hear his opinion.
"Whether you sell or not is up to you, but I’m definitely going to sell," Uncle Dog was about to continue when someone from the village tugged at his clothes, the same villager who had accompanied him to Zhao Hu’s house previously.
"Brother Dog, remember what happened last time at Zhao Hu’s house? We were all outside, and that woman managed to beat those men so badly they were picking up their teeth, plus there were snakes. Don’t you think the arrival of those snakes was too strange? Brother Dog, I think Sister Wu’s words make sense. Maybe there is something evil about her. This could affect the fortune of our whole village. You really need to think this through."
"Yes, Brother Dog, this isn’t just about our own family, it involves everyone in the village. We all need to be extra careful."
Zhao Youqian wished he could find a hole to crawl into as he listened to the villagers’ discussions.
What were the fellow villagers doing, cutting off their own path to wealth?
"President Su, I’m sorry. You are my guest, and yet the villagers have treated you . President Su, rest assured, I’ll handle this," Zhao Youqian said with profound apologies standing before Xiaofeng.
President Su was his invitee, and now the villagers were making such unpleasant remarks. Fortunately, Su had a good temperament and didn’t stoop to their level. If President Su got angry and left, that would be a real problem.
"Youqian, I can refuse to do business this time, but the way your villagers are speaking about me is making me very uncomfortable. If they can’t give me a satisfactory explanation, I think it will be impossible for me to do business with the villagers in the future," she admitted that she was not someone from this era.
Since her arrival, she hadn’t noticed bringing anyone bad luck, so today’s words from the wise woman felt like a personal attack to her.
"President Su, leave it to me," Zhao Youqian patted his chest, then turned to address the villagers: "Folks, let’s calm down and listen to me first.
"We all know the situation in our village. Without going too far into the past, just take the recent incident, a few months ago, when I took a group to work at the factory. One of them had his hand crushed by the machinery. That Heixin Factory refused to compensate, and we all chipped in for the medical expenses, but it was hardly enough.
That’s when we encountered a benefactor. Thanks to this benefactor, we not only received compensation from the factory but also received treatment in a top-level hospital. Most importantly, the rest were arranged to work at her factory. Would you like to know who this benefactor is?"