Making Harem
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Chapter 8: The First Profit
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 8: The First Profit - Daniel Miller was a complete failure—poor, betrayed, and abandoned by the city he trusted. When despair drives him to death, fate gives him a second chance. Reborn into his teenage body, back in his remote village and high school days, Daniel carries memories of the future. This time, he refuses to be weak. He will seize money, desire, and all the women who ever catch his eye eyes
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Rags To Riches Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Slow
When Daniel woke up, it was already past six o’clock. He touched his head and saw that there was no one else on the bed except for himself. After getting up, he picked up a glass of water and slowly took a sip. Sofiya came in and saw that Daniel was already up. She said with a smile, “Brother Dan, you’re up! I wanted to wake you up, but Mom said to let you sleep a little longer. You’ve become such a lazy pig!”
“What does Saturday have to do with it?” Daniel asked while looking around.
Sofiya climbed onto the bed and started tidying up Daniel’s bedding. Children in the countryside are generally quite sensible and know they should help with chores. After tucking herself in, she said, “Mom went up the mountain early this morning to pick wild vegetables, and my sister went out to gather pig feed. I left you two steamed buns on the table, go and eat them!”
It seems that Second Aunt is still somewhat bothered by what happened last night. The biggest contributor to this happy occasion was that bottle of sweet potato liquor; as they say, alcohol corrupts the mind. Daniel, recalling the soft, warm fragrance of last night, wondered if he should pick up that bottle of sweet potato liquor and find a place to offer it a sacrifice.
“Brother Dan, steamed buns!”
Sofiya handed over two white steamed buns.
After telling Sofiya and her aunts to let them know, Daniel walked home while munching on a slightly cold steamed bun. After more than an hour’s walk, he could see a large group of villagers and children crowding around his house, each carrying baskets of wild vegetables. They looked just as busy as if they were on sale at a supermarket. He estimated there were at least three hundred people, and they weren’t even all wearing school uniforms.
“Daniel, why are you only arriving now!” George was a bit flustered, not expecting so many villagers to come over for just one cent ($0.1) per 1/2 kg. Almost the entire family mobilized. Even Uncle Shan and a few others who were usually on good terms with him came to help. The men busied themselves weighing the wild vegetables. Danisha stood beside the scale, diligently recording the numbers in her notebook, while Julie busied herself serving tea, water, and towels to everyone. Among the crowd were quite a few students from the Lotus Middle School, who kept glancing at Danisha out of the corner of their eyes.
“I went to bed a little late last night. How’s the packing going?” Daniel ran over and asked with concern, after all, this concerned his first gold medal.
However, his younger sister’s outfit today was merely eye-catching; she wore baggy school uniform pants and only a tight vest, her chest barely concealed by any visible curves, which suited her slender figure. Her delicate face was full of seriousness. Her jet-black hair was tied in a simple ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even some older men couldn’t help but steal a few glances.
“Don’t even mention it! We’ve already harvested over 2000Kg! You haven’t come back yet, so I asked Uncle Shan to help us find a few trucks. Luckily, he has a relative who runs a transport business, and he found eight trucks for us. It costs $30 a day to go to the provincial capital and back per truck. We only spent $400 on harvesting wild vegetables, but the trucking costs are high. We absolutely can’t afford to lose money.” George said somewhat nervously.
“Dad, don’t worry! Have all the wild vegetables been loaded onto the truck?”
“It’s loaded. Your Uncle Shan and a few others are busy over there. They’ve sorted it as you said, and a truckload is already loaded!” George pointed to the side as he spoke.
“Alright, Dad, give me $70, and I’ll collect as many as I can here. I’ll take this whole truckload first!”
Daniel extended his hand as he spoke.
George slowly took out the money from his pocket and cautiously handed it over: “Daniel, it’s not that Dad doesn’t trust you. You absolutely can’t lose this time, this money is for your college education!”
“Now you know!”
As Daniel spoke, he dashed towards the truck. One truck was already loaded and covered with a tarpaulin. Uncle Shan was talking to a man who looked like a driver.
“Hello Uncle Shan! How have you been busy lately?”Daniel ran over and greeted them.
“Alright, that’s all for now! Talk to Daniel!” Uncle Shan nodded with a smile.
“Big brother, can we walk now?”
Daniel asked the middle-aged man who looked like a driver next to him.
The middle-aged man nodded, and Daniel got into the car with him, along with two young men. They were both from nearby villages, hired for $6 a truck load/unload. After thinking for a moment, Daniel decided it would be better to go directly to the farmers’ market in the eastern suburbs of the provincial capital. The daily throughput there was simply too huge. Many vendors from economically developed provinces that lacked agricultural products went there to pick up goods to resell, and some food processors even set up points there specifically to buy these agricultural products.
After a bumpy two-hour ride, the truck slowly approached the farmers’ market. After paying the administrator $5 for the day’s work, it stopped in an open space. Daniel told the driver and two porters to wait in the truck, while he took a stool, several bags of wild vegetables, and some cardboard, choosing a spot with the most people and setting them out.
Well-known wild vegetables like Sweet patato were priced at $1 per Kg, while rarer but more famous vegetables like Wild Rotten Vegetable were $1.5 per Kg, and common, little-known wild vegetables were only just $0.5 per Kg. He had barely sat down when a chubby man with a bulging wallet approached, looked at the samples on the ground, squatted down, and asked, “Young man, how many wild vegetables do you have?”
Daniel glanced up and immediately recognized him as a middleman—the kind of person who’s wealthy but also incredibly shrewd. He probably saw the prices and was tempted, then, seeing Daniel’s rural appearance, decided to rip him off. He lazily said, “No more, just a 2 metric ton [1 metric ton= 1000kg] today!”
The fat man was a dealer in the market who specialized in buying cheap goods from farmers who looked rather simple-minded. When he saw Daniel looking like a country student, he immediately started calculating: