Chapter 86: Export to Domestic Sales

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Export to Domestic Sales

Desheng was a name Chen Jingle had heard before.

Many years ago, his eldest uncle had run a large-scale chicken farm, but he eventually quit because it wasn’t making any money. Back then, the chicks were bought from Desheng. In fact, most of the chicken farms in Jiangbei bought their chicks from Desheng.

"Looks like he really is a big boss. No wonder he’s willing to spend twenty thousand yuan on calligraphy from a nobody like me," Chen Jingle sighed softly.

The wealth gap was staggering. Just a few drops spilling from someone else’s fingers was enough to keep him happy for a long time. Thinking back to the corner of the Celestial Palace that had been revealed to him earlier—a single meal costing over four hundred thousand yuan, a KTV with a minimum spend of 2.48 million yuan—he gained an even deeper understanding of the saying, "Poverty limits your imagination."

Sigh.

He planned to rest up and start writing in the afternoon. Now? Now it was time for a nap.

While Chen Jingle was sleeping, the young foreigner from the morning, Alexander, had successfully finished editing his video footage and published it online. At the same time, domestic reposting accounts immediately mirrored his new upload.

As one of the many vloggers traveling in the country, Alexander wasn’t the most handsome or the most entertaining, and his accent carried a heavy German flavor. However, his confident, articulate delivery and the fact that he thoroughly did his homework before visiting any location gave him a distinct edge over other creators. This made him exceptionally popular among users on the domestic Doushou platform.

Because of this, quite a few independent media accounts reposted his work—at least three to five of them right off the bat.

The video began with Alexander’s post-production voiceover: "This time, per the request of many viewers from my last video, I have come to the countryside of Jiangbei City, Nandong Province. Here, I met a group of incredibly warm and friendly people. They are the true stars of this episode..."

The entire video was over fifteen minutes long. The content covered his journey from the airport to Jiangbei, taking a taxi from his hotel to the village, the various reactions of the locals, meeting Chen Jingle, visiting Chen Jingle’s home, the police officers arriving to verify his identity, and everyone heading to the orchard together.

The whole thing was packed with substance!

The vast majority of it used the original audio, supplemented by his voiceover to help viewers understand the context. Just as he had anticipated, the video immediately sparked heated discussions among foreign netizens as soon as it was released.

"A different Dongda. No deliberate smearing, no deliberate flattery. Although there are no skyscrapers here, the people live and work in peace and contentment, enjoying their lives. I love it here. Love from Bavaria."

"Their sky is so blue! Not like London. It’s awful here!"

"Is this really the countryside? The neighborhood I live in doesn’t even have streetlights! And theirs are solar-powered!"

"Oh my God! I just looked up the price of that tea on Amazon. It’s two hundred euros a pound! Is this really something ordinary farmers can afford to drink?"

"The income and living standards of ordinary farmers in Dongda have already surpassed our middle class. Our government needs to reflect on itself!"

"Do you know how much a jackfruit costs at my supermarket? Thirty-five dollars! Damn it, it’s less than three dollars in Dongda!"

"If Dongda’s education level is really as strong as he says, then no one can stop their rise."

"They are really nice. Everyone is so nice."

"Why isn’t Dongda an immigrant country? What do I have to do to get Dongda citizenship?"

"The law enforcement process of their police officers is way too gentle, isn’t it? If those were Xida’s cops, you’d probably have a knee grinding your face into the dirt by now."

Of course, there was no shortage of passive-aggressive and sharply critical remarks either.

A user named ’Blow to the Head’ wrote: "This village is so backwards. Looks like even if you gave them another ten years, they wouldn’t catch up to our pace of development. We are the number one developed country in East Asia! PS: Is jackfruit tasty? How does it compare to watermelon rinds?"

’Grass Crocodile Fanatic’ commented: "Where are all the people who claimed Dongda has no slums? If this isn’t a slum, what is? This is what they truly look like! Those big cities are all fake!"

’Reiwa Fat Otaku’ said: "Am I the only one who noticed he said there are 210 million people with higher education? That’s fifteen percent! They are infinitely close to being a developed country, yet they always insist they are developing. Have you ever seen a developing country where the people have endless meat and fruit to eat? How shameless!"

’Southern Monkey’ chimed in: "Don’t they always brag about how amazing their infrastructure is? Why is their rural construction still stuck decades in the past? So many houses are old and dilapidated."

There were actually quite a few comments like these. After all, ever since the fall of Rome in the West, everyone claimed to be the orthodox successor of Rome.

Dongda, on the other hand, had simply always been there.

Looking at the comments under the domestic reposting Video Channels, the heat of the discussion was equally maxed out:

"Holy crap, Jiangbei is my hometown! I can’t believe this foreign guy actually went there!"

"It really is the countryside."

"Compared to others who are still wandering around the beginner village, Alexander has already started exploring high-level maps."

"Damn, this is a rural house? It’s so pretty!"

"Go check out the rural areas along the southeast coast; there are way more luxurious ones than this."

"To be honest, this village is on the backward side. The roads are winding, there’s zero planning, and you didn’t see many families with cars along the way."

"There’s a handsome guy!"

"I give you five minutes. I want all the information on this man, or I’m gonna blow up Zhejiang B!"

"Oh my god, a random guy they meet has such amazing English? Is this really not scripted?"

"This bro’s spoken English is insane."

"Don’t listen to his nonsense. I go to a top 985 university, and I sure as hell can’t speak that fluently."

"I highly suspect this guy is playing dumb to hide his true strength."

"Obviously."

"This bro’s got skills!"

"210 million? Do we really have that many college students in our country?"

"Probably counting vocational colleges."

"Vocational students shivering in the corner, too afraid to speak."

"Getting reported as a spy, I’m dying of laughter."

"This episode is really interesting!"

Because the video quality was so high, the likes and comments for this episode were skyrocketing, causing quite a stir on both the domestic and international internet. As time passed, its influence continued to expand.

In the afternoon, Chen Jingle leisurely woke up.

His original task for the day had been to continue studying painting, but the unexpected appearance of Alexander that morning had disrupted his plans. He could only push it to the afternoon. Since the traditional Chinese painting pigments he ordered had just arrived, his first lesson of the afternoon was practically fully devoted to pondering, studying, and improving his traditional painting skills.

[Great job, baby! You have successfully completed your study task. Reward: Left eye vision +0.1. Current left eye vision is 4.7; right eye is 4.6.]

As soon as the lesson finished, the system provided a reward notification.

"Huh?!" Chen Jingle froze. "4.6? When did my eyesight get this bad?"

Back in high school, his vision had been a perfect 5.3. Even in college, it was still 5.1. How did it drop so much in just a few short years?

Shock, disbelief, and existential doubt continuously flashed across his face.

[It’s obviously because little Chen Jingle often uses incorrect reading postures, suffers from long-term eye strain without resting, and plays on his phone in the dark after turning off the lights! That’s what caused your vision to decline. If you don’t correct this soon, your myopia will only get worse.]

Err. Chen Jingle was left speechless. The system had hit the nail on the head.

"Does 4.6 count as nearsighted?"

[You already have a prescription of -2.50 diopters!]

Chen Jingle took a deep breath, at a loss for words. It took a long time before he squeezed out a single sentence. "I know."

For some reason, an inexplicable sense of panic washed over him. The decline in all of his bodily functions was telling him one thing: "You’re getting old!"

Even the excellent eyesight he had always been so proud of had unwittingly faded into mediocrity. This was terrifying. It was even more terrifying than accepting the fact that he was already thirty years old.

Chen Jingle massaged his forehead. "It’s fine. It can still be saved. Stop scaring yourself."

It felt just like going to the doctor. The doctor tells you that you’re impotent, and you fly into a rage from embarrassment, but the very next second, he tells you it’s curable.

Great! My friend Liang City is finally saved!

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but his left eye, at 4.7, really did feel a bit clearer than his right eye at 4.6. This brought him a small measure of comfort. "Hopefully, it’ll return to 5.3 soon."

He missed the days when he could clearly make out a person’s face from five hundred meters away.

After a brief rest, the practical lesson began.

For this session, Chen Jingle chose to practice calligraphy, aiming to produce a piece that would satisfy both himself and his wealthy patron. It was twenty thousand yuan, after all! If the deal went through smoothly, it would be enough to cover his living expenses for another half a year of lying flat. The boss having money was the boss’s business; Chen Jingle just needed to look out for himself first.

Thanks to the previous lesson, he already had a clear direction. Now, after laying out his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, he closed his eyes to gather his focus.

Half an hour later, he wielded his brush and wrote four large characters: "Illustrious Virtue, Ultimate Perfection."

His calligraphy style this time leaned somewhat toward Zhao Mengfu’s running script, while the rest was entirely his own personal flair. Naturally, since Zhao Mengfu was a master who synthesized the essence of past dynasties, it was perfectly normal for Chen Jingle’s writing to bear some resemblance. However, Zhao’s characters were strictly disciplined. Later generations often felt that while his calligraphy was beautiful, it lacked a certain grandeur and wasn’t suitable for large pieces.

Fortunately, the characters Chen Jingle wrote this time weren’t too large, and he had infused a bit of his own unique style into them.

Not bad at all.

In Chen Jingle’s view, a man like Liu Deqiang—who had raised chickens all the way to becoming a billionaire, whether by luck or pure skill—was someone who stood at a high vantage point. His perspective on problems was bound to be far superior to that of ordinary people. Furthermore, a man in his fifties was at exactly the right age to push forward with burning ambition.

Because of this, Chen Jingle deliberately allowed his brushwork to show a slight, sharp edge. He was personally very satisfied with it, though he wasn’t sure if his patron would like it.

"I should throw in a little freebie," Chen Jingle decided after some thought.

He was currently learning to paint, after all, and he was just starting to get the hang of traditional Chinese painting. A chicken tycoon? Then he’d draw him a cock... er, a rooster. Chen Jingle had even decided on the theme: *The Rooster Crows and the World is Bright!*

Chen Jingle had seen many artists paint *The Rooster Crows and the World is Bright*, but honestly, he felt like most of them had never actually seen a rooster crowing in real life. Some even painted a rooster with its head lowered, looking backward, and still named it *The Rooster Crows and the World is Bright*... It was really hard to judge.

Since it was a freebie, the painting certainly couldn’t overshadow the main piece, so he kept the dimensions rather small. It was only about the size of an A5 piece of paper.

Once painted and framed, Liu Deqiang could place it on his desk as an ornament, set it in a cabinet, or even hang it on a photo wall.