Zhang Yanping rode back on the tricycle along with the sweet potatoes and saw a pile of empty cardboard boxes in the corner of the courtyard, where Xin Jun was leisurely packing according to the list.
It seems that everyone was in a hurry to place orders and make payments, so today's 100 orders were mostly one item per order, which made the packing process much easier.
But Zhang Yanping didn't pay attention to the list; instead, she asked curiously, "Xiaozhang didn't take them away?"
Xin Jun glanced at her, "He stared at the computer for half an hour, noticed that there were no sales, and then went back all worried."
How could he not be worried? It was clear that the God of Wealth's power had diminished, and products weren't selling. For his small business, this was a huge loss!
Feeling a little guilty, Zhang Yanping chuckled, "Well... I was just watering the livestream for Qiaoqiao, you know?"
