A batch of blueberries had finally been sold.
Then... Xu Yang received even more orders.
Quite a few merchants were looking for him.
There was nothing he could do about it; rarity adds value, and other people's blueberries just weren't as good as his.
At first, Xu Yang thought the high-end market was very limited, requiring him to scramble and search.
Now, he realized that high-end markets were everywhere.
Even some people from the south wanted to buy blueberries from him, taking care of the air freight costs themselves.
The wealthy were indeed plentiful, possessing a bit of the "Queen of Heaven smiles upon the red dust" vibe; they didn't care about cost as long as they were happy.
"I now have twenty greenhouses, fifteen of which are for blueberries, and the yield is already quite exaggerated."
"But it's still not enough."
"However, this level is about right. If I planted more, and something unexpected happened, the loss would be too much to bear."
