I looked at the piles of mango boxes in the warehouse and felt a warm sense of satisfaction. Being able to help the villagers sell their mangoes was worth it even if I earned a little less.
The warehouse door creaked open. The village chief walked in with a dozen villagers, all smiling.
He pulled out his phone and showed me the payment QR code. “Lora, you’ve been eating a lot of mangoes these past two weeks, haven’t you?”
He rubbed his hands nervously. “We won’t charge too much. Let’s just say 1 dollar per pound.”
My uncle, Jackson Lufren, chimed in from behind. “You must have eaten at least 2,000 pounds. That’s got to be at least 2,000 dollars!”
I froze, unable to react for a moment.
Yovie suddenly stood up. “Tasting the mangoes is just to show the quality! Every streamer does this! Otherwise, who would buy them?”
She pointed at the warehouse full of mango boxes. “Lora helped you sell every single mango in the village. At market price, you’ve made over 80,000 dollars. And she didn’t take a single cent, yet you’re asking for thousands dollars for tasting? We spent our own money to rent equipment and pay for logistics, over 10,000 dollars and we didn’t even charge you!”