Chapter 31: Fruit shop crisis

Soon, Harper found the station director Carl and explained the situation. "This orange is really not good." Carl also ate "Qingshan Orange", frowned and said, "However, TV stations can not make public reports without clear evidence." "Then...what should we do?" Harper pursed her red lip and said, "Can we just watch this shameless fruit shop continue to deceive the public?" "Don't worry. As a qualified reporter, we must stay calm when encountering problems." Carl thought for a moment and said, "Let's do this. I will call the Administration for Industry and Commerce to report it. In addition, although we can not report it publicly on the TV station, we can remind the general public on our TV station's MicroBlog and WeChat official accounts not to be deceived. I'll leave this matter to you.” Soon, a message appeared on the WeChat official account of the TV station. "Exposure: Recently, there has been a kind of orange called Qingshan Orange in our Qingyang County that is very popular, and the price is ridiculously high, eighty-eight dollars per pound. The editor was lucky enough to taste it, and found that the appetite is very ordinary, not even as good as ordinary oranges. As for the phlegm-reducing and cough-relieving effects that are advertised, are even more false. A colleague of mine had a cough that did not improve at all after eating Qingshan oranges. Here, the editor reminds the general public that this is a scam. I hope that everyone should sharpen their eyes and don't be deceived again.” Following the WeChat official account, news was also pushed on the MicroBlog. The MicroBlog and WeChat official accounts of the county TV station attracted a lot of attention. Soon, the news spread like a tidal wave. Suddenly, the Internet was full of curses. "Hey...eighty-eight pounds of oranges, I really don't know what those idiots who bought them were thinking?" "There are fools every year, and there are especially many this year. If oranges are so good at reducing phlegm and relieving coughs, wouldn't all the companies that produce phlegm and cough medicines have to go bankrupt?" "What stopped me from buying Qingshan oranges? Did I see clearly the scam involved? No! It's because I'm poor! I can't afford it!" "This kind of rubbish fruit shop is actually a chain fruit shop. We have reported it and hope that the mysterious and omnipotent relevant departments will ban it." Among the countless abuses, there were also some people who had eaten real Qingshan Orange and spoke out for it. However, these voices refuting the rumors were quickly drowned out by the abuse. After all, there were still only a few people who had actually eaten Qingshan Orange. In a luxurious villa in the western suburbs of the city, Geoff was lying comfortably on a large leather sofa, watching the news continue to ferment on the Internet, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself, "Maya, Maya, you are so shameless, but you still want to fight me. I only need to move my fingers to make you doomed." Maya was devastated by the sudden change. If this incident was not handled well, the fruit supermarket chain she had worked so hard to run might be destroyed. And just when Maya was in despair, Francis, who was far away in Qingshan Village, had indeed enjoyed himself. At noon, the sun was shining brightly, in an orange forest... "Ah, Francis, be gentle. It hurts..." "Well...that's it. I feel much more comfortable now..." If anyone heard this, they would definitely blush and scold people for being shameless and doing such a thing in an orange grove. Actually, it was not. The real situation was that in the orange garden, Francis was pinching Emily's ankle. Now his own orange garden had been picked. If he wanted to continue to supply Qingshan oranges, he needed to contract the orange gardens of other villagers. The first person he thought of was Emily. So he made an agreement with Emily after lunch, Emily would take him to the orange garden to find his way around, so that he would not make a mistake when watering with spiritual fluid at night. As a result, after arriving at the Orange Garden, Emily accidentally sprained her ankle, which led to the scene. At this time, Francis was holding Emily's ankle and massaging her. Fortunately, she only twisted slightly. "How are you feeling now?" Francis put down her extremely white soles, feeling a very strange feeling in his heart. "Feeling...feeling better." Emily pursed her red lip and looked at Francis. Even now, she still had a very special feeling. It was said that careful men were the most handsome. When Francis pinched her feet just now, the handsome guy looked even more handsome, which made her heart beat loudly. "How about I help you stand up and walk around for a while?" Francis asked. "Um!" Emily nodded gently. Holding Emily in his arms, Francis took a deep breath, and his breath was filled with the charming fragrance of Emily. It was midsummer now, both of them were wearing only a thin piece of clothing. Their skins were touching each other, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the orange garden. "Francis..." Looking at Francis, Emily licked her red lip and plucked up the courage to say, "There are just the two of us here. There is no one else. Can we do something special?" Every time when something was about to happen with Francis, he was always interrupted by other people and other things, which made Emily speechless. It was noon now, and they were in the orange orchard in this barren mountain. They shouldn't be disturbed anymore, right? Emily became excited when she thought that her first time with Francis would be in the wild. She felt that her body was soft and she was leaning against Francis's arms. "Um?" Francis was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. After reacting, his heart skipped a beat. He was a hot-blooded young man. Emily was so beautiful, so feminine, and so proactive, how could he not be attracted to her? Looking at Emily in his arms, Francis Wang swallowed his saliva. Just as the fire was about to be lit, his cell phone rang suddenly. "..." Francis was speechless. Why were they always disturbed every time he and Emily did something? He took out his cell phone and took a look. It was a call from Maya. Connected. "Crayfish, you'd better give me an explanation that you call me now!" Francis spoke murderously. Crayfish? Maya was slightly shocked. This bastard must have given herself a nickname because she often pinched him! But now was not the time to worry about this, she had more important things to do. At that moment, Maya quickly told Francis about the difficulties faced by the fruit shop. "Really?" Francis was furious and shook his other arm subconsciously, but he forgot that his other arm was holding Emily. "Ah! Francis, you hurt me!" Emily cried out in grievance. Suddenly, there was silence on the phone. After dozens of seconds, Maya's roaring voice came over the phone, "Asshole, come back to me when you're done!"