Chapter: 5197

At this moment, Ma Ran was holding Xiao Chunran's phone and searching for Qian Hongyan's live stream on a short video platform.

The current live stream had already exceeded 20,000 online viewers.

Qian Hongyan was sitting at the head of her husband Xiao Changkun's bed, wiping his face while introducing to the camera: "Families, this towel I'm holding is made from 100% natural cotton, with excellent absorbency and particularly soft when used on the body!"

"Like my husband who's paralyzed in bed, we have to wash his body every day to prevent skin ulcers from forming. This towel is really good for that purpose - it absorbs well and doesn't leave any residue behind."

"This kind of towel is a must-have at home, old towels should be replaced frequently. When we have guests over, there will be new towels available for them too. And right now, this brand is having a promotion where three pieces cost only 99 yuan, and they're giving out two free ones with every purchase, making each piece less than 20 yuan. It's such a great deal!"

"I managed to get 3,000 units from the manufacturer. If you all need them, please order quickly, because after this village, there won't be any more of this store."

As she was saying that, Qian Hongyan poured herself a cup of water and fed it to Xiao Changkun, who accidentally spilled some on himself. Qian Hongyan immediately used the towel to wipe away the spill, looking directly at the camera and saying, "You all see how well this towel absorbs - it's really good! And I'm glad I have it, or my silly old husband would probably wet his bed!"

Ma Ran was muttering curses under her breath, saying, "What a motherf**ker, Xiao Changkun is putting on such an act! I remember he just got paralyzed, but he doesn't have Alzheimer's disease yet!"

Yi Chen laughed and said, "Of course it's an act - this whole thing is scripted and rehearsed in advance."

At that moment, Qian Hongyan didn't rush to add items to her shopping cart either. Instead, she patiently helped Xiao Changkun finish his bath before sighing, "To be honest, if my husband and son weren't paralyzed, I wouldn't want to earn money from all of you by selling things like this towel. When I sell one piece, I can make 2 yuan in commission - 3,000 pieces would bring in 6,000 yuan. But my family at home has many mouths to feed, and my husband and son are waiting for medical treatment... our daily expenses are not just a few hundred yuan. So, I'm just helping out by selling things like this towel, even though it's not the most noble thing to do."

Ma Ran heard all of this and was furious, shouting, "What a motherf**ker! Qian Hongyan is really good at acting!"

At that moment, Qian Hongyan picked up another phone and said, "Okay, family members, I'm going to open my shopping cart now. Hurry up and order if you need any - three, two, one, let's go!"

Ma Ran was grumbling under her breath, saying, "This worthless towel doesn't even have a brand name, and they're selling it for 99 yuan for five pieces. People who buy high-quality long-staple cotton towels also pay this price. Only idiots would buy from her!"

As she finished speaking, she muttered to herself, "How many singles will this thing sell?"

Her mouth was saying one thing, but her fingers were already opening the shopping cart icon on Jīn Hóngyàn's live broadcast, and when she checked it out, she saw that the linked sales ranked first was this towel set, buy three get two, 99 yuan per package, with over 1,800 singles sold in real-time.

Ma Ran was shocked, blurting out, "What an idiot! Someone actually bought it?! Over 1,800 singles?! One single and she makes three dollars, that's not to say her farting skill has made five thousand plus?!"

As she spoke, she asked Yè Chén, "Is what she said true? This towel set for 99 yuan can only be negotiated at three yuan? I feel it should be at least five or six yuan?"

Yè Chén smiled and said, "Mom, you're underestimating. I estimate Jīn Hóngyàn's commission, one single must make at least twenty dollars."

"How much?" Ma Ran was completely stunned, unable to comprehend, "Can one single make at least twenty dollars? That means she sold over 1,800 singles and made thirty thousand plus?"

"It's about the same." Yè Chén nodded and said, "Maybe some people just bought it for fun or maybe some returned it, but I estimate she must have made at least ten to twenty thousand."

Ma Ran was completely furious, gritting her teeth and cursing, "Damn it! That stinky little girl gave her so much money. Will she spend it?"

Yè Chén spoke carelessly, "People buy a Mercedes-Benz like that!"

When Ma Ran heard Yè Chén's words, she became even more sullen.

"It's just that this time, Qián Hóngyán choked up and said, 'Three thousand singles have all been sold out, thank you family! Thank you family again! I'm speechless, give everyone a song to sing. This is my favorite TV drama theme song, the female lead is almost as miserable as me, but her unyielding character has always inspired me, making me even stronger!'"

As she was speaking, she lightly hummed and began singing: "Yòu yòu suì nián, you say when I was young and reckless......" JrNovels.com