Nian Shutong, after announcing the news, had already picked up the livestream’s cara and started moving.
"First, let’s go take a look at our salt factory."
Through the cara, everyone clearly saw that after Boss had traveled so distance, she got onto a cable car, which climbed over a mountain. On the other side of the mountain, because of the illumination of the lights, everyone could clearly see it was the sea.
[The sea?]
[I also have doubts, big doubts.]
[Don’t talk yet, my grandfather said to watch carefully.]
[This is simply delivering a thod of getting rich to many people.]
[I also don’t understand why Boss is doing this?]
[We’ve long been aware of the grand scale of Boss’s ambitions.]
[That’s true, I genuinely admire Boss’s character.]
Sowhere along the line, the identity of Nian Shutong as Boss had beco greatly esteed in the people’s minds.
Seemingly, she was always selflessly offering things not found in interstellar space. Could an average person do this?
Naturally not, many people, even entire families, live off one secret recipe for a lifeti.
But with such significant news, the comnt section wasn’t as lively as usual, because everyone was focusing on watching the real salt factory.
Those without capital were curious, those with capital were even more curious, this huge opportunity for making a fortune was not to be missed.
At this ti, Nian Shutong had gotten off the cable car and was walking with the cara to the edge of the salt evaporation pond.
"The salt you all consud before was rock salt, not subjected to further refinent," Nian Shutong bent down and scooped up a handful of coarse salt from the salt pond.
"The salt you eat is probably similar to this. This is also what I wanted to tell everyone, we make sea salt, because right now I haven’t developed salt mines here, but if you have a salt mine, you can use the following thod to transform coarse salt into fine salt."
"You don’t need to analyze seawater like us."
Next, Nian Shutong simply demonstrated the process of purifying coarse salt, and when the fine salt appeared, the comnt section uniformly asked a question.
[Is that it?]
[Is it over just like that?]
[It’s that simple?]
[Why have we been eating coarse salt for centuries?]
[It’s that simple?]
[Don’t we need so kind of precise equipnt?]
[Is this really how it’s done?]
anwhile, the Yan Family watching Little River Live were completely dumbfounded.
We’ve invested tens of millions in research, and you’re telling it’s all done with just a big pot?
Isn’t this like being slapped in the face with the sole of a shoe, over and over?
The Yan Family was now in disarray.
They previously ignored Old Master Yan’s objections and insisted on breaking off their collaboration with Little River Live to curry favor with the Chi Family, but the Chi Family wasn’t affected in the least.
In the end, their efforts ca to nothing, but at least the market for coarse salt still existed.
But now, with Little River Live having disclosed the fine salt-making thod, they were finished, completely finished.
The salt industry, on which they relied for survival, was done.
The three sons of the Yan Family listlessly continued watching Little River Live. When Old Master Yan walked in from outside, he looked at his sons with despair, as if they were a disappointnt.
"Useless! A bunch of useless people!"
Old Master Yan, leaning on his cane, heavily knocked it against the ground, creating a resonant ring.
"Dad!"
"Dad!"
All three sons stood up, a glimr of hope in their eyes. With the Old Master present, they still felt they had a reliance.
Old Master Yan didn’t even look at his three sons but took his seat at the head of the table and spoke to everyone down below, "Don’t you have any other ideas?"
The people below exchanged looks. A young girl among the grandchildren raised her hand but before she could lift it high, a woman next to her yanked it down.
"Stop pulling!"
Old Master Yan rebuked loudly, then addressed the girl with her hand raised, "Yan Huan, you speak."
The girl shook off her mother’s grasp and stood up, looking at the Old Master with neither servility nor arrogance.
"Grandfather, I think Mr. Xiao He’s announcent of the Salt-making thod, although it has broken our Yan Family’s monopoly, has also brought about a new market."
"Previously, our Yan Family absolutely couldn’t supply the All Star with edible salt, so now, while we still have a good reputation and our own brand, we should seize the opportunity and produce fine salt. The Yan Family will always have a place."
Old Master Yan, seated at the head, stared at Yan Huan for a long ti before asking one last question, "How do you see Little River Live?"
"Forward-looking, powerful, incomparable to our Yan Family."
"Good! Good!"
Old Master Yan laughed heartily and beckoned to Yan Huan.
"Heaven hasn’t failed our Yan Family."
Old Master Yan took Yan Huan’s hand, patted the back of her hand, and said, "From now on, you stick by Grandfather’s side."
"The granddaughter understands."
Yan Huan obediently stood behind the Old Master, who had no more desire to educate the useless ones below.
"Steward, make sure to record the entire live broadcast."
"Don’t worry, my lord, not a single detail has been missed."
"That’s good, that’s good."
Old Master Yan said no more and stopped the others from speaking, pointing to the large screen and saying, "Watch the live broadcast."
In the live broadcast room at that mont, it was rather dark because Nian Shutong was on his way to the factory area, taking everyone to see the sugar factory.
"We’ve arrived at our sugar factory."
Nian Shutong had gotten out of the car, and in the cara’s view, rows of orderly factories lined both sides of a road four lanes wide.
[Boss, what are all these?]
[Looks like there are potato chips.]
[How do you know that?]
[I can ’sll’ it virtually.]
[You must be from the Canidae, right?]
Nian Shutong didn’t mind letting everyone know, and casually pointed with one finger, introducing with ease, "That’s our spicy strip factory, that one is the potato chip factory, that one is popcorn, that one is sausages..."
After a series of introductions that dazzled the viewers, Nian Shutong finally arrived at the sugar factory.
At the sa ti, the Tang Family watching the live broadcast perked up.
Their emotions were quite complex at this mont, because after seeing the Salt Factory, such a straightforward thod gave them an ominous premonition.
The Tang Family Patriarch even wished that the sugar-making thod would turn out to be very difficult, so as not to make the Tang Family appear utterly redundant.
As for the announcent of the sugar-making thod, the potential impact on the Tang Family wasn’t even the most important issue.
After several confrontations with Little River Live, the Tang Family realized one thing: if this Boss wanted to do sothing, nothing was impossible.
This conclusion was drawn from the Tang Family’s painful lessons.
They had already made up their minds; if everyone knew, then everyone knew. With such a vast interstellar space, it surely wouldn’t hurt to have one more family selling sugar. As for holding the overlord’s position, hadn’t they seen the Chi Family struggling to hold on?
They were just a subordinate family; what was there to fear?
Put nicely, this was called being open-minded; bluntly, it was called giving up hope, resigning oneself to a ssed-up life. Just let it be.
In the live broadcast, Nian Shutong pushed open the doors of the sugar factory and said, "Welco to the world of sugar."
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