Seeing a torrent of money about to flow into his bowl, Boss Qian became particularly excited. At this moment, he hesitated briefly before stuffing the few cherry tomatoes he was clutching into his mouth, forcefully suppressing the instinct to squint and savor the flavor. He then gulped down the last sip of tea in his cup, and with a toss of the cup towards his house, he hurriedly rushed back up the mountain.
In the 38-degree weather, at midday, although the woods provided some shade, it was definitely not a place to work!
Even so, he struggled inside, puffing and panting as he picked another six baskets of peaches. He nearly succumbed to heatstroke right there, before he was dragged out by Zhang Wang and his family—
"What's the rush?"
He couldn't understand this boss, "You've leased the orchard; the peaches aren't going to run away! In this midday heat, the picked peaches will go soft. They taste much worse."
With that, Boss Qian finally gave up.