The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 We Support You

Chapter 242 We Support You

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George watched the unhidden excitement on his son’s face and finally dropped the calm expression he had been keeping up, bursting into a loud, carefree laugh.

With only the holographic screen between them, the two of them laughed like boys who had finally won a fight that really mattered.

After quite a while, the laughter gradually died down.

Ryan wiped at the corner of his eye, drew in a deep breath, and his gaze sharpened again. “Dad, I’ll put the word out right now. We’re ending all negotiations with Seafarm Group. Then I’ll have people speed up the transfer process with Ms. Schofield as fast as possible.”

“Go, go! Don’t hold up Elizabeth’s business!” George waved him off at once, then quickly ended the call.

At the same time, in a luxurious office far away from Planet A001, Rufus had just received a report from his subordinates. “The Sharps suddenly changed their minds and canceled tomorrow’s signing.” His expression froze in shock, then darkened at once.

He had no idea that while he sat there smugly believing everything was under control, the enemy he had tried to crush had already flipped the table in the most direct and ruthless way possible.

The real storm might only have been starting.

For Elizabeth, buying Mercury Plaza was never just some rash business move.

It was more like placing a piece right in the center of the trap her enemy had carefully arranged, a move that clearly announced the war had started.

Seafarm Group wanted to crush me with public pressure and cut off my sales channels?

They wanted to watch me run out of money, bow my head, and hand over my farm?

A cold smile curled at Elizabeth’s lips.

She had never been the kind of person who took a slap to the face and then swallowed the pain in silence.

Endure for the sake of the bigger picture?

Impossible.

She believed in nothing but an eye for an eye.

if Seafarm Group wanted to destroy her sales channels and leave everything from her farm rotting in the fields, then she would do the exact opposite and go even bigger.

Big enough to snatch Seafarm Group’s market away.

Strong enough that Seafarm Group would never dare reach for her share of the market agai

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Chapter 242 We Support You

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The moment the call ended, Elizabeth didn’t waste a second. She immediately used her device to book the earliest private spaceship to Centria Planet for the next morning.

After that, she opened the Free Market platform on Starnet and logged into the Interstellar Tycoon account.

At that moment, the account was flooded with hate comments.

Just as she expected, her private messages and tagged messages had completely exploded, packed with attacks and doubt from Seafarm Group’s paid trolls and clueless bystanders.

But the first thing that caught Elizabeth’s eye was the comments still stubbornly holding their place near the top of the account homepage.

Those were from her old customers, a group they had formed on their own after the storm broke.

[Tycoon Boss, don’t waste your energy on those jealous idiots barking all over the place! My nephew’s squadmates ate your potatoes and sweet potatoes, and their mental power became way more stable. Their training scores even improved! They told me I had to pass on their thanks! Our whole family believes in you!]

[Ms. Schofield, this is Josie Allen! I don’t even bother reading those garbage posts! My husband has been living on liquid supplements for half his life, and I know exactly how much better he got after eating your potatoes! If anyone keeps talking crap, I won’t let it go! We’re all waiting for you to reopen your stall!]

[@Interstellar Tycoon Hello Boss! Daphne and I support you! Your strawberries are the most incredible thing I’ve ever eaten! Those so–called experts don’t know anything! We’re just waiting for you to slap them in the face! If you need proof, I can bring my box of strawberries to a testing center anytime!]

[Kid, hang in there. I’ve had a picky tongue my whole life. I know exactly what liquid supplements and synthetic food taste like. Your potatoes… they taste like hope. That’s enough for me. I’m on your side.]

[I’ve been eating potatoes as my staple food for a month, and my mental power agitation threshold clearly dropped. I still have the test report. I won’t say much. Just this, the people who eat it know whether it’s good or not. Boss, keep going.]

One after another, the messages were plain, rough, full of youthful anger, or quietly carrying gratitude too deep to put into words.

But every single one of them, in the middle of that overwhelming flood of malice, stood there like small but solid stones, stubbornly holding their ground and giving off warmth and strength.

Elizabeth read every line and every word. The coldness in her chest, born from Seafarm Group’s dirty tricks, quietly eased a little. replaced by something steadier and stronger.

She was not doing this for those kind people, but she absolutely could not let them down.

Without the slightest hesitation, her fingers flew across the screen as she drafted a new post with a bold highlighted tag, then pinned it directly to the top of the homepage.

“Major Discount

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