"Are you the ones planning to buy yellow peaches?" A middle-aged man walked over, raising his chin to look at Director Sun.
Director Sun saw the man's fierce expression and couldn't help but shiver subconsciously. His voice started trembling, "N-no... not me. It's them. They said they're from the factory, here to purchase yellow peaches!"
Director Sun quickly pointed to the workers in the orchard who were carrying crates of yellow peaches.
The middle-aged man tilted his head and pointed at one of the workers, shouting loudly, "Hey, you! Brother over there, come over here for a second."
The worker who was called glanced up, confirmed that the middle-aged man was calling him, and slowly walked over.
Director Sun quickly scooted aside, making room for the worker.
"So you're the ones buying our yellow peaches, right?" The middle-aged man's voice was naturally gravelly, and now his loud volume made it sound like he was picking a fight.
