My Super Farming System
C22 - The Presidential Suite Was like a Warehouse

Who in their right mind would use a six-million-yuan Lamborghini as a farm vehicle?

For most, it’s a showpiece, a trophy to be displayed at home and driven only on rare occasions.

But not for Zhao Yuegu—he put it to work on the farm!

Why would he buy a Lamborghini without a second thought? The answer is surprisingly simple.

Lamborghinis were originally tractors, and when it comes to off-roading, tractors are king.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yuegu couldn’t just buy a tractor—diesel fuel was nowhere to be found in the village.

“It’s great. The car’s spacious and holds a lot.”

Zhao Yuegu was genuinely pleased with the car’s hauling capacity.

Sun Ying, on the other hand, could hardly believe her ears.

Doesn’t he realize how much it costs?

Zhao Yuegu then headed straight to Zeffari County’s finest mall for a major shopping spree.

Xueman had suffered enough over the years; it was time to treat her to some finer things.

And of course, there were gifts for Ma Yabei and the villagers.

Sun Ying’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

This wasn’t shopping; it was more like stocking up!

Items worth thousands, even tens of thousands, were bagged without a blink.

“I thought I came from a wealthy family, but next to him, I’m just a country bumpkin.”

Tears streamed down Sun Ying’s face.

Even as the car neared its limit, Zhao Yuegu felt his shopping itch wasn’t quite scratched.

“I haven’t even spent three million yuan.”

“I was hoping to get a taste of what it feels like to splurge...”

Sun Ying felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown.

Luckily, Zhao Yuegu, acknowledging her help, casually gifted her a mint blue Chanel bag worth over 30,000 RMB.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Sun Ying cried tears of joy.

“My own brother wouldn’t even buy me this bag.”

“From now on, you’re my brother.”

Women love bags, and Sun Ying was no exception.

“Consider it a perk of being my driver.”

“Thanks, boss. What’s our next stop?”

“Back to the hotel.”

“Boss... I’m not that kind of person.”

Sun Ying hastily pushed the bag back at him.

“What are you thinking? We’re going to unload, then head back out for more shopping.”

“...”

Sun Ying was on the verge of tears.

Zhao Yuegu went back and forth, filling three carts to the brim!

From farming equipment to daily essentials, and even the meat that the village was short on.

They were all essentials for daily life.

With the hotel room too small to accommodate everything, Zhao Yuegu had no choice but to book a presidential suite. Yet, such a suite in other places could cost over 10,000 RMB per night, sometimes even more. In Zeffari, it was just a bit over a thousand...

So, Zhao Yuegu went ahead and booked it for the entire year for less than 400,000 RMB. Talk about a splurge. But really, how lavish could one get in a place like Zeffari?

The reason for choosing the presidential suite? It came with two butlers, who helped move items without any extra charge.

Sun Ying couldn’t hide her dismay. “How does a presidential suite end up feeling like a storage unit?” she wondered aloud. “And another thing... how is he so incredibly strong?” Her understanding of the world had been completely flipped on its head.

Zhao Yuegu’s shopping spree certainly caught the attention of many in the hotel. Huang Yanqing, just back from dining, glanced at Zhao Yuegu and quickly looked away, thinking, “Who brings this much stuff to a hotel stay?” The piles of belongings obscured Zhao Yuegu’s face, so she had no clue that the man before her was the elusive Mr. Watermelon she’d been searching for.

“I can’t stay here much longer; I need to return to work on my videos,” she mused to herself. “I’ll head back now. If it’s meant to be, Mr. Watermelon’s fans will replace me eventually.”

Huang Yanqing felt a twinge of regret. As an international influencer, her video production schedule spanned years, with her culinary shorts resembling more of a documentary series. There was no more time to seek out Zhao Yuegu, especially since he was nowhere to be found in Walden Village. Little did she know, she had just narrowly missed him.

It’s hard for anyone to picture that a man who grew watermelons in a remote valley could suddenly afford to drive luxury cars and stay in upscale hotels.

Once Zhao Yuegu had filled up three spare rooms with his purchases, he finally relaxed. Sun Ying, on the other hand, collapsed onto the sofa, regretting her choice of compensation. “I should’ve asked for something pricier,” she lamented, feeling used like a beast of burden.

After a brief rest, Sun Ying had a sudden realization. Zhao Yuegu had bought an astonishing amount of stuff.

But he didn’t buy anything for himself.

“Mr. Zhao, aren’t you going to get yourself some decent clothes?”

“What?”

“A proper suit! Otherwise, it won’t match your status.”

“It’s not practical for working in the fields.”

“…”

Sun Ying was at a loss for words.

Still playing the part, huh?

He’s a great guy, handsome too, but why insist on playing the farmer?

A whole room filled to the brim with farming tools!

To Zhao Yuegu, these tools, worth a mere few dollars each, were treasures compared to his six-million-dollar luxury car.

What an unusual set of values.

Sun Ying just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

Once they had rested, Zhao Yuegu took him straight to the hotel’s dining area for a meal.

Sure, the hotel could have delivered the food.

But the two butlers were exhausted, and Zhao Yuegu felt a pang of sympathy.

The dining hall was spacious. After ordering a few dishes and some rice, Zhao Yuegu began to ponder his next move.

The road!

Yet, he was at a complete loss.

Then, a phone call captured Zhao Yuegu’s attention.

“Boss, Zeffari County refuses to fund the road construction.”

“Even at cost, it’s over a hundred million yuan, just for a remote little village. It’s simply not justifiable.”

“Alright, I’ll return to the company tomorrow.”

Zhao Yuegu looked over and saw a woman in her late twenties, dressed in a sharp business suit, her expression one of frustration.

She had lost all appetite.

Zhao Yuegu’s desire to eat vanished as well. He set down his utensils and approached her.

He couldn’t afford to miss any chance to build that road.

Dong Qingqing was in distress.

Everbreach Construction, a leading firm in Strathmore Province for over fifty years, hadn’t landed a project in ages due to the pandemic.

So when the villagers of Walden expressed their wishes, the company jumped at the chance to negotiate, not for profit but to leverage the clout of influencer Mr. Watermelon for some publicity.

And, of course, it was also a chance to do some good.

However...

It wasn’t until they arrived in Zeffari County for discussions that they truly grasped the project’s challenges.

Everbreach Construction Company had initially considered making a direct donation.

But upon hearing the estimated costs...

Everyone withdrew.

Naturally, they weren’t the only ones to retreat.

It just so happened...

Her phone call was overheard by Zhao Yuegu.

Opportunities like this are once in a century.

“You’re talking about the road to Walden Village, right?”

“I’m willing to fund its construction.”

“Can you really fix it?”

There was a noticeable tremor in Zhao Yuegu’s voice.

He was terrified that his hopes would be dashed.

“That road is too costly, and there’s no justification for building it.”

Dong Qingqing expressed the company’s final verdict with evident irritation.

But as she looked up, she was taken aback.

Incredibly handsome!

How could there be such an attractive man here?

His attire was simple, yet his clear eyes held a hint of wildness.

It was enough to make one irresistibly curious about his story.

However, Dong Qingqing quickly regained her composure.

“Mr. Watermelon?”

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