Chapter 1603 - 1572: Visitors from the Imperial City

Marcus Quinn has a reserved nature. Even when he’s deeply touched, he won’t express it, a typical case of the deeper the emotion, the deeper it’s buried.

Miss Tan noticed his intense gaze fixed on her, which truly made her heart ache. Marcus has a wealth of skills, which if placed on anyone else, just having one of them would ensure success and prosperity. But not him; he always believes in diligent work as his duty.

It’s unclear how his maternal grandfather raised him; Miss Tan has never heard him mention his parents. She thought if he grew up being pampered by his family, how could Marcus end up working as an electrician in Fountain City? They are both wanderers fallen on hard times.

Thinking this, Miss Tan felt a lump in her throat, realizing she’s been fortunate. For over twenty years, her father truly adored her, and later she met Marcus, who is also quite naive.

When faced with adversity, some people become dejected, while others rise to the challenge. Miss Tan belongs to the latter group. Over the past three months, watching Marcus suffer due to his personality, her demeanor unconsciously changed. This man, who looks fierce, is actually just like a cub, and Miss Tan naturally took on the role of protector.

"We’ve earned 90,000 yuan in two days, so let’s hire people to work, and you just supervise," Miss Tan said coyly, shaking his arm.

"Sure." Marcus saw her applying ointment, massaging, and acting spoiled, which made him unintentionally smile. He didn’t clearly hear what Miss Tan said, but agreed to everything. He couldn’t help but think ahead; once his debt issues were resolved and he made money, he could provide Miss Tan with a better life and propose sending her home to discuss marriage.

He didn’t want to wrong Miss Tan.

Seeing him agree, Miss Tan immediately tossed aside the bruise ointment, task accomplished, and joyfully went to bed. Before sleeping, she checked her phone, looked at the online shop’s orders. The shop was run in a relaxed manner, with no customer service, but the products were authentic and high-quality, which led to no after-sales issues, so there’s no rush for customer service. But later, they’ll definitely need to hire customer service.

Throughout the day, many ugly oranges were sold. The key was that today, local oranges were delivered to homes, so the online shop finally had sales and reviews, and the orchard even received a slew of excellent reviews.

[A holiday village that looks like a fairy tale. The ugly oranges are truly sweet. Best I’ve ever had.]

[The fruit is delicious, the cafeteria meals are so good they make you cry. Next time, I’m definitely bringing my girlfriend for an overnight stay.]

[A full five-star review. Fruits are delicious, pig trotters are delicious, the meals are delicious, the holiday village is gorgeous. I’ll keep buying natural pesticide-free fruits.]

[Bought 10 boxes; gifted one to every aunt and cousin. The holiday village chef’s skills are amazing, truly a hidden gem.]

[Curious if the pretty girl at the holiday village has a partner? Hoping the owner can let me know.]

[Couldn’t stop eating the fruits and then discovered the village sells fish. Bought some without a second thought.]

Miss Tan was amused as she read on, then realized someone had bought fish? She checked the sales for wild fish and found 52 orders, which was quite a pleasant surprise.

But how would they ship the fish? With ice or water? Perhaps ask Marcus tomorrow. As she thought, her phone slipped to the side of the pillow, and she fell asleep exhausted.

Marcus put away the bruise ointment, checked the doors and windows, lit incense to repel mosquitoes. Returning to find Miss Tan already asleep, he quietly took her phone and looked at her browsing pages before bed. Seeing that fish needed to be shipped tomorrow, he glanced at the buyers’ addresses. His eyes slightly paused, realizing wild fish are best fresh. Most orders were nearby, so he’d personally deliver them tomorrow.

The man printed all the orders, noted the routes, and then went to sleep.

Around five in the morning, as the chickens in Anfield Village crowed for the first time, the man got up, gathered over fifty ten-pound wild fish from the pond, packed them into two water tanks, and as dawn broke, he drove to deliver fish to the various addresses.

Fortunately, most deliveries were near Green County. Marcus deliberately drove to the furthest first, then backtracked. By around seven, he’d nearly finished delivering to fifty-plus homes. Marcus detoured to the county town to buy a juicer, then returned to the holiday village where Aunt Shui was already preparing breakfast. He got ready, chopped beef, and with the dough prepared last night, made beef buns.