Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1123 - 1099. Friendship Materialization

Speaking of the current internet influencers in the Song Family, besides Daxiong, whose rear end captures everyone’s attention, the mainstay is Qiaoqiao.

But Da Wang has also appeared many times; at the very least, none of the internet users attending the pig feast don’t know him.

Especially Ding Ning, who is planning to sign a contract, was whispering with two colleagues: "Simply tinkering with a makeshift setup at home won’t maximize traffic—feeding pigs is one highlight, and being a pet influencer is another."

The colleagues nodded in agreement: "Yeah, a dog as big as Da Wang and of such a rare breed is really uncommon in the country. It should have its own account."

"Their family also has a goose with incredible fighting power—concentrating these pet materials on one account will attract followers quickly too."

The three of them were chatting seriously at the back of the group, without any sign of still being dizzy from Lun Chuan’s previous demands.

Meanwhile, Song Tan quietly followed behind, and her sharp ears caught the conversation. She clicked her tongue, "Who’s got the patience to fight for that bit of traffic?"

Lun Chuan nodded, actually quite affirming of their suggestion: "This proposal would actually be great for a professional influencer, for driving traffic, fan engagement, and diversification..."

But, alas, they encountered Song Tan’s family.

It’s like an excellent student who knows astronomy and geography, easily mastering physics and mathematics, classics, and history. But in the end, chooses to study the arts.

It’s really like punching into cotton!

Yet Song Tan curiously looked at him: "You do know quite a bit?"

Qin Yun and He Kuang sighed beside them, "It’s basic operations... for those of us who spin stories, we must know a little bit of everything, especially being good at theorizing."

"Don’t be fooled by how Chuan Er talks like he knows a lot; if you actually make him an influencer, he wouldn’t know where to start."

The two lousy friends spared no effort in dragging him down, while Lun Chuan remained unfazed: "If I didn’t write books, becoming a food blogger would be quite interesting too."

Then Youyou sighed, somewhat regretfully: "It’s a shame, being a food blogger hardly earns you tens of millions a year."

Wow!

It’s the first time he talked about his income, which intrigued Song Tan: "Is it that profitable?"

Lun Chuan nodded: "I can still spin a good story."

When he’s humble, he’s genuinely humble, but when it comes to confidence and entitlement, he never lacks it. It’s actually quite a rare quality, and it suits Song Tan’s taste quite well.

"Not bad, not bad!" she exclaimed, "I also think you are quite capable."

Qin Yun grew envious, "Humph! Don’t get too complacent, tides turn every thirty years, my next book is bound to be a hit."

He Kuang quietly listened for a long time and added, "Tides turn every thirty years, and then you’ll be celebrating your 60th birthday—aren’t you? Working at 60?!

Qin Yun silently clenched the chestnut in his hand.

Dammit! Why must his friendships manifest this way?

...

The few people chatting behind did not affect the joy of those in the front.

The talkative Zhu Xin, after eating, drinking, and digesting, was back at his peak: "Oh, that long row of little sheds up front, are they bee hives? Will there still be honey for sale next year?"

He was very good at starting things, and a heated discussion ensued about how rare and delicious the honey was.

Finally, accusatory glances were cast backward—

Song Tan was listening intently to Lun Chuan at the moment, and within that atmosphere, honey hardly seemed relevant.

Everyone silently turned back around, and as they looked at the pigpen blocked by the fence in front, they couldn’t help salivating—

"No wonder this pork is so tasty! Look at the vast area that the mountain covers, these pigs must get plenty of exercise every day."

"Five pigs have been slaughtered, and you’re really not selling any when we leave? Can’t I just have one pig trotter?"

"What are you daydreaming about? When have you ever been able to buy something the influencer doesn’t sell?"

"Honestly, five pigs isn’t much... Say no more, if Teacher Qiao’s family focused on farming, it wouldn’t be long before they were the richest in their city, right? I’d frugally save up to buy."

"You sound delusional. Have you ever fed pigs? Do you know the saying ’A fortune in assets, but with the hair not counted’?"

"Perhaps no need to farm, the risks are too great. My Eagle Beak Peach hasn’t any presence? Growing this is so much more reliable!"

"What? You’ve actually snagged Eagle Beak Peaches! Dammit, I haven’t gotten any!"

"Speaking of which, I thought 88 per pound was too expensive at the time, but later I found in the supermarket that everyone was grabbing them at 288 for four peaches..."

"Exactly! Sometimes you don’t realize how many wealthy people there are around until you encounter good stuff!"

"I want to eat those strawberries from lunch... are they selling strawberries next year? Logically, spring and summer are their peak seasons, right?"

Everyone chattered away, the more they talked, the more they craved, wishing Lao Song’s family would turn into a gaming farmer with a bountiful harvest of all species.

Unfortunately, from the discussions amongst everyone today, everyone knew they weren’t growing or breeding purely for profit.

One could only say they planted a bit extra of whatever they wanted to eat at home, and the excess was sold.

A perfect seller’s market indeed!

As they were speaking, they saw a gigantic figure leaping through the forest ahead and then quickly approaching the crowd.

Wow!

The fire fighters walking in front tensed up instantly.

After all, Da Wang was genuinely large, well-fed, and sleek with a brisk spirit, and when he eyed people with those big eyes, it was exceptionally intimidating.

Even though they had always kept large dogs, the gap between sizes was apparent.

Now this tiger-like large dog sauntered over, making people inevitably tense.

But after watching for a while, perhaps because the knot on the red scarf on Da Wang’s chest fluttered so poorly, everyone began to slowly relax their movements:

"Relax, it doesn’t intend to attack."

"Well, duh! Its owner is right behind—temperaments of large dogs are generally relatively stable."

Of course, it is only relative; if not well-educated, once charged up, not even the owner could hold it back.

"I wonder if it’s an illusion, but Da Wang seems bigger than when it was brought to our team in summer."

"Exactly, back then it barely squeezed into the back seat of the car; now, it might not even fit in."

But Zhu Xin looked left and right, explaining barely: "It’s probably an optical illusion. Dogs, well, their fur does grow thicker in the cold, making them appear puffed up."

But since it’s so big already, whether it’s one circle larger or two doesn’t really matter, everyone could only click their tongues in amazement:

"Truly handsome, this dog is seriously majestic, can’t imagine the joy if I could raise such a dog in the future."

"Hmm... I guess it would be the joy of retirement money not being enough to feed the dog."

Everyone looked at the giant Kangal dog that had already walked up to them and fell into silence.

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