CHAPTER 681: CHAPTER 58: THE HIDDEN MYSTERY WITHIN CHERRIES (PART 2)

Actually, it’s no wonder, nowadays there are many types of fruits available everywhere, but like Cherry Valley, relying on natural Spiritual Energy, pesticide-free green floral fruits are hard to find even with a lantern.

Xiao Xian, although inexperienced, also knows that such partners, when cooperation goes well, are top-notch and easy to speak with. But when there’s trouble, they are firm and tight-lipped, and you can’t expect to hear any slip from them.

Master Huang, sighing deeply beside her, with a face as bitter as a gourd, Xiao Xian couldn’t think of any solution and walked over to the basket, picking up a cherry. "What a pity, they were such good cherries," the cherry in Xiao Xian’s hand was a genuine meaty cherry, sparkling with vitality before the frost. After the frost, however, the skin was slightly cracked, and such cherries, let alone entering those five-star hotels and the State Guest House’s doors, would likely have to be heavily discounted even at an ordinary fruit stand.

Xiao Xian tossed a cherry into her mouth, chewing mechanically and with a "gulp," she swallowed the cherry and its pit together, mumbling in her mouth and gesturing non-stop towards Master Huang.

"What’s wrong, child, choking on a cherry? Want me to try one?" Taking Xiao Xian’s experience at face value, Master Huang also picked up a cherry and chewed a few times. The dry winter in the North, with the juicy sweet Cherry Juice accompanied by thick cherry flesh, instantly filled Master Huang’s entire mouth. The sweetness was genuinely pure, free from any impurities, and the snow and frost not only did not diminish the taste of the cherries, but instead enhanced it.

"This taste, everyone come over," Master Huang called all the employees from the pharmacy over, "everyone try, the proprietress always brings cherry samples from the winter harvest to check if there’s any difference in taste."

Mei Nian always liked sharing good things, knowing that fresh fruits were scarce in the Northern winter, she would always give two pounds of fresh cherries to each employee around New Year’s time.

"Delicious," the employees who tasted it all gave a thumbs up, "Is this a new variety from the proprietress’s home? It looks a bit ugly, but it tastes much better than before."

Xiao Xian and Master Huang looked contented, but the happiness on Master Huang’s face didn’t last long, he still sighed, "Us saying it’s good is useless, it still has to be something people are willing to buy." People always judge by appearances, how many would really stop to buy several pounds of these unsightly damaged cherries.

"Master Huang, don’t panic, I remember in Meijia Village they also like to store some fruit wine and floral wine. Since we can’t sell them as fresh fruits, let’s process them into..." When Xiao Xian was in Guizhou, she and Yezi once secretly drank Bai Guo Wine brewed by Yezi’s mother, which was said to be made from wild fruits harvested from the mountains, and it tasted great.

"Make wine? That requires special equipment, it’s too urgent now, and the brewing process is long, a cycle might cause financial problems for Meijia Village next spring," The finances of Meijia Village have always been controlled by Mei Nian, who wasn’t present, and suddenly saying to buy equipment wasn’t feasible, and alcohol was a heavily regulated industry by the state.

"Forget about wine for now, let’s make juice." With force in her hand, the cherry pit shot out like a small arrow, and purple-red juice dripped wetting her entire hand, "And I also remembered how to use those roses."

Around the 28th of the year, Meijia Village was very busy inside and out, the village chief directed a group of villagers who remained in the valley, following Xiao Xian’s request, harvested the batch of cherries that had been ice-sealed the longest. When the village chief led the people to pick, those villagers were curious: "Chief, why only choose those the ugliest cherries, these cherries, once out, might damage our Cherry Valley’s reputation."

"I don’t know, the young miss only said to find the thickest ice-sealed ones, no matter ugly or beautiful, wash each one and first send a hundred pounds to her." After harvesting a hundred pounds of frost-damaged cherries, they were quickly sent out. The villagers anxiously awaited news after sending off the cherries.

In just a fleeting two or three days, two women wearing down jackets, carrying a small case, walked through the luxurious automatic doors of the Beijing Hotel.

"Could you please inform your purchasing manager, tell them Cherry Valley has sent cherries." A freshly dressed Xiao Xian, accompanied by Xuerou, stood at the reception desk of the Beijing Hotel.

Beijing Hotel is a well-known old-brand hotel in Beijing, established since the founding of the country, and located on the most famous street in Beijing. Staying here, one could go out early in the morning to watch the flag-raising, standing on the balcony and seeing the rising sun and the flag.

Close to the New Year, not only was the hotel’s business not cold, but instead, some families coming to Beijing for the holiday and some foreign guests packed the hotel full.

The purchasing manager had been waiting for Cherry Valley’s fresh cherries for nearly a month. In previous years around January, fresh cherries would have been sent in batches of fifty kilograms every week to the hotel, but this year, he contacted Cherry Valley several times, always getting evasive responses, saying to wait more. Now hearing that the people had arrived, the purchasing manager came down without a second word.

Seeing two unfamiliar faces, the manager was somewhat distrustful, the one who looked more mature said, "Hello, we have brought the cherries." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation.)