The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Doing Business

Chapter 132 Doing Business

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Their movements turned rigid, as if their limbs had forgotten how to function. Awkwardness seeped into every step, and their gazes darted everywhere but forward.

Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder and caught the three kids frozen in place, their faces pale as if a beast stood before them. A laugh slipped out of her before she could stop it.

She spun around, clapping her hands to break their trance. “Come on, pull yourselves together. There’s nothing to be nervous about. Just relax.”

She gestured at the crowd with a flick of her wrist. “See those people? They are all here for our potatoes and sweet potatoes. Think of them as walking wallets.”

She shifted into business mode. “Peter, be braver. Stick with Fiona and help her sell sweet potatoes. Tasha and Selina, you’re with me at the potato stand. Take orders, fetch goods from the storage button, bag them, and hand them over. Understood?”

“Yes, got it!” The three inhaled deeply, straightened their backs, and nodded with newfound resolve. Elizabeth gave Fiona a look. Fiona met her gaze and nodded, a spark of encouragement in her eyes.

“Alright!” Elizabeth swept her gaze over her team, pride flashing in her expression. “Let’s get to work and

do!” show them what Planet A001 can

She strode forward, cutting a confident path straight into the crowd that had been waiting restlessly.

Instantly, a ripple of excitement swept through the line as customers spotted Elizabeth.

“She’s here! The boss is here!”

“She brought more help this time!”

“Don’t push! Let her through!”

“Tycoon Boss, how’s the quality of your sweet potatoes today? I put in an order for 200 pounds!”

The crowd parted, clearing a path as every eye tracked Elizabeth’s approach.

Elizabeth smiled, stepping into her usual spot to set up her stall.

Fiona joined her in silence, taking her position at the second table.

Tasha and Selina hovered close to Elizabeth, their hands clammy as they faced the eager mob.

But the memory of their responsibilities and the trust in Elizabeth’s eyes fueled their courage, and they forced themselves to stand tall.

“Thank you all for waiting,” Elizabeth called out, her voice steady and clear, radiating reassurance. “Our potatoes are the best you’ll find, and the sweet potatoes are just as good. Supplies are limited. Once we’re

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Chapter 132 Doing Business

As her words hung in the air, two tables materialized before the crowd.

Elizabeth and Fiona each took a table, officially opening for business.

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“Order number, please.” Elizabeth greeted each customer and checked their order numbers on projected holographic screens.

Once she confirmed an order, she called out the sweet potato count to Fiona, then pulled the correct amount of potatoes from her storage button.

Tasha and Selina bagged the goods, moving with growing

confidence.

Fiona and Peter worked in tandem, one fetching, one sealing the bags.

Soon, the first customer received a bag of potatoes and a bag of sweet potatoes.

He was a regular, and he flashed a grin as he joked, “You’re a lot faster with help. I believe in you, Tycoon Boss. You’re going to be the richest person in the Kingdom one day.”

Elizabeth’s smile glimmered in her eyes. “Thanks. I’ll take the blessing.”

Order after order flew by, and Peter, Tasha, and Selina grew faster and more skilled.

Soon, the kids took over checking orders themselves.

Elizabeth wanted to push them further, so she stepped aside, letting Tasha and Selina manage the process while she hovered nearby, ready to assist.

Fiona followed her lead.

Peter handled the entire process at his station, never missing a beat.

Elizabeth eyed the long queue that still stretched before them and considered setting up an extra table with Fiona so they could finish faster.

At that moment, a middle–aged man appeared, sharp in a tailored suit, hair perfectly styled, an air of pride etched into every line of his face. His assistant followed closely behind as he cut straight through the line.

He ignored the irritation from those waiting and addressed Elizabeth directly, his voice dripping with superiority. “You’re the owner? I’m Richie Buckner, head of marketing at Seafarm Group. We’re buying all your sweet potatoes and potatoes. You don’t need to sell at a stall anymore. Whatever you bring, we’ll take

it.”

Elizabeth, in the middle of looking for a spot for another table, looked up, a wry and almost mocking smile curling on her lips as she fixed her eyes on the unwelcome visitor. “You want everything? Mr. Bucker, do you even know how many potatoes and sweet potatoes I brought this time?”

Richie stood with his hands behind his back, chin high, radiating the unchecked confidence and arrogance of a corporate giant. “No matter how much you have, Seafarm Group can buy it all.”

“Seafarm Group?”

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