Chapter 112: The Street Concert

Yin Shanshan’s words sounded so bitter. She hadn’t seemed like this before—what had changed lately?

Noticing the direction of the comments, Fang Wei hurried to smooth things over for Yin Shanshan. “Yes, these items really are affordable. Didn’t you say yesterday that you just ran out of facial towels? We could buy some to take back, and it would be a way to support Ning’s event!”

Mindful of the camera beside them, Yin Shanshan said nothing. But as she turned away, out of the camera’s view, she shot Fang Wei a fierce glare.

They hadn’t even browsed half the market before Yin Shanshan complained it was too crowded and suffocating, and abruptly left.

Meanwhile, Fang Wei was gradually getting swept up in the excitement, and didn’t follow her back.

Half the day passed, but the crowd at the market didn’t dwindle. Eventually, staff intervened, giving each stall a brief reprieve.

Su Wannin sat behind her milk tea shop’s booth, listening as representatives from various brands came to report their sales.

“Ms. Su, you’re amazing! Our company leaders were worried we’d never sell all this stock, but it’s all gone in less than half a day!”

Su Wannin didn’t comment, simply asked, “With everything sold out, what are we supposed to do for the afternoon market?”

The brand representative looked troubled. Since this was an in-person sale, even if they tried to restock, it would be impossible in time.

“We’re out of goods too.”

“So are we.”

Several brands raised the same issue.

The volume of sales was beyond Su Wannin’s expectations, more than double what she’d anticipated. If things continued like this, the afternoon market would have to close early.

Yu Xin, beside her, furrowed her brow in concern. In just one morning, all her doubts about Su Wannin had vanished, replaced by deep admiration.

It had taken so much effort to orchestrate such a big event for the show—she didn’t want to see it shut down early.

“How about we do a presale, collect addresses and ship the products later?” Yu Xin suggested.

Su Wannin shook her head decisively. “That won’t do. This is an offline transaction; people need to see what they’re buying.”

“What else can we do, then?” Vincent fretted.

“We still have plan B.”

Su Wannin remained calm, pulling out her phone and making a call.

Before long, several business vans pulled up at the market entrance.

“What’s this?” Vincent noticed the brand logos on the vehicles, puzzled.

“These are brands we negotiated with earlier. There weren’t enough stalls, so we didn’t partner with them—until now. They can fill in for the stalls that sold out this morning.”

As Su Wannin spoke, those brand reps began unloading goods from their vehicles.

“This way, people who finished shopping this morning can come back this afternoon for new brands, and we might even draw repeat customers!”

Yu Xin clicked her tongue in amazement at Su Wannin’s ingenuity.

At the same time, Fang Wei returned to the RV camp, arms laden with shopping bags. The smile on her face froze instantly as she stepped inside.

Yin Shanshan sat at the table in front of her, face dark, arms crossed, speaking coldly: “You enjoyed supporting the enemy, didn’t you?”

Fang Wei looked flustered. “No, I just—”

Yin Shanshan abruptly stood, slamming her hand hard on the table with a loud bang.

“What did you mean by that? Undermining me in front of everyone—do you know how badly people are talking about me now?”

She vented all her anger at Fang Wei, brows raised in fierce accusation.

Fang Wei quickly set down her bags, gesturing desperately. “That’s not what I meant. The comments were criticizing you, so I was trying to help—”

“Enough, I don’t want to hear it!” Yin Shanshan sat down again, turning her head away as if she couldn’t be bothered to look.

Fang Wei grew even more cautious, creeping to the table and explaining softly, “Don’t worry too much. When I left, I noticed most stalls had sold out. The market will probably close early this afternoon.”

After a morning of setbacks, this was the first good news Yin Shanshan had heard. Her expression eased slightly as she glanced at Fang Wei.

“Really?”

Fang Wei smiled and moved closer. “Absolutely! There were so many things I wanted to buy, but I couldn’t get them!”

Yin Shanshan’s brow furrowed again.

Fang Wei quickly changed the subject. “I stayed to gather information for you. By the way, I noticed Yu Xin was helping at the market all day—wasn’t she on your side before?”

Yin Shanshan sneered, “She’s just a fair-weather friend—not worth worrying about.”

Seeing that cold smile on Yin Shanshan’s face, Fang Wei felt a chill run down her spine.

“Enough, sign this.”

Yin Shanshan produced a document from somewhere and placed it on the table.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the event I’ve planned. I want to arrange a comeback concert for you here.”

“Here?”

Fang Wei was stunned, eyes widening as she held the thin file, clearly at a loss. Even though she’d been out of the spotlight for years, she had once been a popular singer, held world tours with grand venues—yet now, in this mountain village...

“Yes. The production team requires the event to involve the villagers, so I intend to organize a street concert for you.”

Yin Shanshan spoke with unwavering confidence, oblivious to Fang Wei’s reaction, as if she had already decided the matter.

“With your influence, the concert will surely attract a crowd—the excitement will far surpass this market…”

She was lost in her own vision, her words betraying no concern for Fang Wei’s opinion, as if the decision was already made.

“No, I don’t agree.”

Fang Wei placed the file back on the table.

Yin Shanshan immediately turned to her, her brows knitting in frustration.

“Why not!”

Fang Wei explained patiently, “After my efforts, many old fans have asked if I’m planning a concert. They’ve waited so many years—I can’t just fob them off with a street performance.”

“So you think this event isn’t grand enough for you?” Yin Shanshan scoffed.

“That’s not what I mean...”