Qin Xin stayed up all night rehearsing for the livestream with Old Wang from next door, Old Zhang, and Old Zhao.
The drivers were all honest rural fellows. Because Qin Xin had always brought them meals, water, and medicine, they were extremely grateful and complied with her every request.
Even when it came to naming their team, they listened to her unconditionally.
"Old Wang, there are seven of you, which makes a team. What should we call you?"
"Ah, do we really need a name, Miss Qingxin?"
"Of course! When you're out there in the world, your name has to be impressive. Otherwise, how will you introduce yourselves during the livestream? Are you going to call yourselves Old Wang's Family from Next Door?"
"Ahem, well, Miss Qingxin, how about we call ourselves the Gourd Brothers? There are seven of us just right."
Qin Xin: "…Pfft. No, the Gourd Brothers name is already taken. Choose another one."
The drivers really couldn't come up with anything.
