Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Livestream Sales

Because apples vary in size, their prices vary as well.

Sang Jing and Mrs. Zhang each held two apples, explaining the differences to the livestream audience. “The smaller fruits are the cheapest. You see this one in my left hand? A ten-pound box like this is only 15.9 yuan, including shipping.”

As she spoke, she took another bite, her eyes narrowing slightly in enjoyment. “But don’t look at its size and think it won’t be delicious. Compared to the larger ones, the taste and texture are just a tiny bit more tart. This size is perfect for girls who like a bit of acidity—one apple per person is just right, and you won’t have leftovers.”

She was giving a very earnest introduction, but the viewers in the livestream couldn’t wait any longer.

“Argh! Stop talking! My stomach acid is already acting up! Drop the link! I want to buy!” “I pulled out my potato chips, but suddenly they don’t smell good anymore.” “I’ve drooled three times already and you still haven’t dropped the link! We know the big ones are more expensive! No need to explain, just give us the link!”

Watching the comments on her phone, Sang Jing couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It was the first time she had laughed so happily on stream, and the joy radiating from her eyes and brows made her look even more radiant and captivating.

Her loyal fans were once again overwhelmed. “Wow! Today is another day I want to marry President Sang!” “Just for that smile, I’m buying a hundred pounds of apples!”

The female fans were not to be outdone. “Hubby is too beautiful! Hubby, can we get married today? Do you want a wife who went to college and buys things in your livestream?” “I’m turning gay. A woman like President Sang—beautiful, great figure, and a career—isn’t she much better than the stinky men in this world?”

The “stinky men” in the chat started liking the comments one after another. “True, true! How could we ever compare to President Sang!”

Sang Jing suppressed her smile and turned serious. “Alright, everyone, stop messing around. Take a good look: there are four different sizes with different prices. The taste varies slightly, and the largest fruits naturally have the best texture and flavor, so pay attention when you order.”

Then, Sang Jing nodded to Zuo Wei. Zuo Wei immediately signaled the staff to put the links live.

Mrs. Zhang had over a hundred thousand pounds of apples. Even though Sang Jing was strict about the size categories, even the smallest fruits were priced at 1.59 yuan per pound. Mrs. Zhang’s face turned red with excitement.

There were over ten thousand total units available across all sizes. Zuo Wei told the technicians to start with three thousand units to test the waters.

Once the links were up, Sang Jing smiled at the camera. “The links are live, go grab them!”

As soon as she finished the sentence, the netizens were furious! “Gone? How can they be gone already?!” “I was still debating whether to buy the big ones or small ones, and then it told me they were sold out?!” “Who stole my apples? Can you guys not be so fast? I want to eat the same apples as my ‘wife’!”

Sang Jing was also a bit surprised. She didn’t expect such an effect. Although she had hundreds of thousands of viewers, seeing three thousand units disappear in seconds was startling. “You guys are too fast! Three thousand units sold out just like that?”

Next to her, Mrs. Zhang was truly shell-shocked. It was her first time experiencing this kind of selling. She occasionally caught a glimpse of the phone screen, where the comments refreshed so fast they made her dizzy. She never imagined that three thousand units—thirty thousand pounds of apples—could be sold in a few seconds.

Mrs. Zhang stared at Sang Jing with deep admiration. This woman was too incredible. How could she sell thirty thousand pounds of apples in such a short time?

By now, Sang Jing had regained her composure. Watching her fans grumbling in the chat, she found it hilarious. “Alright, let’s put everything up this time. There are nine thousand units left. Make sure you check which size you’re choosing.”

A viewer shot back: “We’ll be lucky if we can grab anything, and you want us to choose a size? By the time we choose, there’ll be nothing left!”

The remaining nine thousand units were snapped up in about ten seconds.

Sang Jing felt somewhat helpless. “Since you guys are so fast and the stock is gone, what should I stream now?”

Those who got their fruit were happy and started making requests: “Sing a song! Dance! Walk around the orchard! Just stream anything!”

However, the viewers who missed out were frantic. “What song? What dance? Go to the next house! Is Mrs. Zhang the only one in this village with apples? My whole family’s apple supply was counting on me, and I didn’t get a single box! How am I supposed to face my old father at home?”

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Doubts and Results

Mrs. Zhang’s neighbor had been watching the commotion. Seeing all of Mrs. Zhang’s apples sell out in minutes made him green with envy. He hadn’t joined the campaign because he didn’t believe fruit could be sold online. He was also worried about delayed payments and potential scams where customers might damage fruit just to get refunds.

A farmer next to him snorted, “Things on the internet can be faked in a second. Selling out in ten seconds is a lie; their app is just faking the data.”

The staff from Jing-Selection rolled their eyes. Many people had doubted them before, only to be proven wrong. Jing-Selection now had a strong reputation. As the skeptical farmers watched their neighbors get paid, they would eventually come crawling back—though the contract terms wouldn’t be as favorable then.

Since there were other partner farmers in the village, Sang Jing moved to the next orchard. She was surprised to find that even within the same village, different orchards had subtle flavor profiles. She continued her detailed descriptions, driving the netizens to the brink of collapse.

“I thought I’d only spend ten yuan, but now I’ve bought fifty pounds of apples!” “President Sang is still President Sang—you can’t leave her stream empty-handed!” “Stop selling apples! Sell something else! How long is it going to take me to eat thirty pounds of apples?”

Sang Jing laughed helplessly. “You don’t have to stay in my stream. The campaign has started, which means you can go to the ‘Aid the Farmers’ section on the Jing-Selection homepage. You can find all kinds of fruit there. The links in my stream are just pulled from that section.”

The comments replied: “You think we came here for fruit? We came here to see beauty!” “Suddenly I feel like President Sang is spoiling us. Love it!”

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The Aftermath

In City B, Kou Yan had been in the livestream for two hours and hadn’t managed to snag a single box of apples. Seeing the viewers call Sang Jing “wife” and “hubby” made him seethe with rage. In a fit of irritability, he swiped the documents off his desk, waking up the Husky puppy sleeping at his feet.

Instead of being scared, the puppy perked up and started shredding the papers. Is it playtime? Let’s have a paper-tearing war!

Kou Yan: “…”

His assistant rushed in, seeing a cold-faced Kou Yan and a very serious little Husky causing chaos. The assistant wondered if Miss Sang gave him the Husky on purpose. (If Sang Jing knew, she’d say: “Not out of kindness, no.”)

The assistant asked, “Sir, how can one grab fruit in Miss Sang’s livestream?” The assistant eventually told him it was nearly impossible due to the sheer number of people. Kou Yan’s daily fruit usually cost a hundred times more than these apples, but for some reason, the apples Sang Jing ate on screen seemed like the most delicious things in the world. But he couldn’t get any.

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Real Money

As the livestream ended, Sang Jing moved to the next location. Back in the village, Mrs. Zhang and her family were busy packing. Even her mother-in-law, Grandma Wang, was helping, despite a neighbor trying to gossip about it being a scam.

A few days later, Mrs. Zhang’s phone buzzed with a text. A payment of 19.9 yuan had entered her account. “Mom! Old Zhang! Look! The first payment is here!”

Grandma Wang, who had been worried for days, finally relaxed. “Oh my god, I was worried sick!” She immediately went out to brag to her friends.

While some neighbors were still cynical about the small, frequent payments, Mrs. Zhang and her husband were busy tallying the hundreds of incoming transactions. They realized that by the time everyone confirmed their orders, they would have earned tens of thousands more than if they had sold to wholesalers.

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System Rewards

After three days of streaming, Sang Jing returned to the office. Because the campaign was a success, her public image had shifted, and her career path was solidified. The system judged that the original plot had deviated by 15%.

Jing-Selection received a 10-billion-yuan investment from the system. Crucially, the system specified the money would go into her personal family account, not just the company’s. She could use it however she pleased.

Now, as more farmers clamored to join, Sang Jing reviewed the new contracts. “For the launch week, we covered shipping and packaging as a promotion. But we can’t do charity forever. New partners will have to cover their own logistics and packaging costs.”

Even with these costs, the farmers would still earn as much as they did last year—far more than they could get from wholesalers this year. Grandma Wang now bragged about her “capable daughter-in-law” to everyone. Those who had mocked the app were now thick-skinned enough to beg the village cadres for a chance to sign up. After all, holding cash in hand was the only way to feel truly secure.