My Super Farming System

C39 - He Was Surrounded by Fans When He Went Shopping

Old Mr. Ma had an almost instinctual dislike for Zhao Yuegu, especially since his granddaughter, Ma Yabei, seemed far too close to him. He couldn't pinpoint exactly when his disapproval began, but it might have been the moment Yabei claimed a single acre of sunflower seeds could yield six acres of oil. To him, that was the talk of a con artist. He hadn't believed in such absurdities since the days when pigs were said to compete with elephants. Why would he start believing now? It was clearly a scam, and Old Mr. Ma was certain of it.

In his eyes, Ma Yabei was still just a child. "My old buddies will be arriving shortly," he told her. "They're seasoned professors in agricultural science, honored with numerous national medals. You'll see how laughable your sunflower seed claims are when they get here." He patted Yabei affectionately, intending for these experts to debunk the sunflower seed farce with their authoritative knowledge. He couldn't bear to watch his granddaughter get in over her head with this nonsense.

"I saw it with my own eyes. There's no way it's a fake," Yabei insisted, pouting on the sofa.

Old Mr. Ma shook his head, confident that once his friends arrived and presented the evidence, Yabei would come around.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuegu was navigating the bustling snack streets of Everbreach with Sun Ying. The street, with its ancient charm and time-honored shops, was a magnet for tourists, teeming with life and activity. Zhao Yuegu, accustomed to tranquility, felt somewhat out of his element amidst the chaos. Yet, Sun Ying seemed unfazed, her excitement undimmed by the crowds.

"Better to brave the crowd than miss out," he mused.

The throng was so dense that Zhao Yuegu had no choice but to stay glued to Sun Ying. She clung to his arm, fearing they'd be separated in the sea of people. Then, someone jostled Sun Ying, causing her to stumble into Zhao Yuegu's embrace. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, ensuring she was safe from the bustling crowd.

"We'll head out after a bit more fun," he said.

"Sure, sure," Sun Ying replied, her attention suddenly captured by a shaved ice vendor in the distance. "I want to try that!"

Zhao Yuegu couldn't help but feel a twinge of exasperation, yet he acquiesced. He couldn't help but wonder why he'd ever thought it was a good idea to hire a female driver in the first place.

It must have been a moment of pure brain fog.

But the tasks at hand still needed to be tackled.

It's just that...

Why were all these girls, phones in hand, snapping photos of themselves?

His towering height and robust build made him stand out like a crane among chickens.

It wasn't that he was excessively tall; it was that everyone else seemed unusually short.

His rugged good looks naturally drew plenty of stares.

His presence was so unique that it was nearly impossible to ignore him.

"Mr. Watermelon!"

"Mr. Watermelon, can we take a photo together?"

Eventually, he was recognized.

He had, after all, spent some time trending on the search charts.

His striking appearance had won him a legion of female fans.

The crowd of girls around him swelled, many wielding their smartphones.

Zhao Yuegu was acutely aware of the intense scrutiny that came with being a public figure.