color collection system

September afternoons are not lively.

Zhang Rilong pulled up a chair and sat in the messy restaurant. Several middle-aged people were lying at his feet. There were also a group of people standing nearby holding wine bottles towards him.

However, these people all had gray faces, and some even had red paint on their faces.

Zhang Rilong sat on a high stool with his legs crossed. Although there were many people across from him, he remained motionless.

Those who came forward all fell down. There were already more than a dozen people who fell at Zhang Rilong's feet and were thrown into the box far away.

In other words, only a few people can stand on the opposite side. Most people are actually lying down or pretending to be dead.

Qin Xiangsi quickly brought the situation under control, until Kimura Yukino and her parents cautiously approached.

"President Zhang..."

Zhang Rilong felt a headache and touched his head.

Qin Xiangsi asked quickly: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just drank some wine, and then I heard others laughing at me, and then I forgot about it." Zhang Rilong tried hard to recall what happened just now, as if his memory was biased.

Qin Xiangsi asked people to take the people on the ground and around them back for investigation, and said to Zhang Rilong, "I'll take you back."

Zhang Rilong asked: "Don't I have to write a report?"

"No, what kind of place do you think this is?" Qin Xiangsi smiled at Zhang Rilong.

That is my own smile.

Zhang Rilong smiled and said: "I suddenly feel that you are very beautiful."

"Glib tongue, does it mean I wasn't pretty before?" Qin Xiangsi teased the little boy.

Zhang Rilong retorted seriously: "No, no, what does that sentence mean? If you don't shed tears even if you don't see the coffin, you are still a wanderer in the world."

Qin Xiangsi said: "I have never heard this sentence. It seems that you are not awake yet and you are starting to talk nonsense."

Zhang Rilong looked at the boss, "How much does it cost to sort this place out?"

The boss quickly said: "No, we can just clean it ourselves."

Zhang Rilong took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the table, "One hundred thousand yuan should be enough. Okay, I'm leaving now."

Soon, you will go wherever you need to go.

As a border city, there are still many people working hard after the wages are fully paid.

Zhang Rilong got into Qin Xiangsi's car, a low-key but not low-key official car.

I have figured out some things, and it is indeed much more convenient to have someone who can work well with me.

"I plan to open a sericulture factory with about a hundred people at the beginning. If the results are good later, I will expand."

Qin Xiangsi understood that this was Zhang Rilong's attitude.

"It's possible, but the market here is already saturated. If you raise silkworms, I'm afraid you won't make any money."

Zhang Rilong said: "I will open the market myself."

Qin Xiangsi asked: "How to open it?"

"I am the market, and when it comes to sales, I am the only one who can support thousands of people." Zhang Rilong said confidently.

"Don't worry that I alone will impact the biotechnology of hundreds of thousands of silkworm farmers here. I only deal with the high-end market that makes a lot of money."

Qin Xiangsi felt for a moment that this child was talking big words, but she was very calm and knew that this child was the kind of person who could not give her face at all.

I currently rely on his help for many things, especially since this guy's overall strength is so strong that he can't win at all.

"How do you want me to help you?"

Zhang Rilong smiled and said, "No, I don't need your help. As long as you know what I am doing and tell the people above me about me at all times, there is no need to hide it or explain for me."

Qin Xiangsi didn't understand.

Zhang Rilong said: "Don't think too much, I just want to show everyone what I can do."

Qin Xiangsi said: "Okay, I hope you can make money soon."

"Thank you." Zhang Rilong said: "If you have nothing to do, go and see those who are building the roads and repair the roads as soon as possible."

"Can."

Qin Xiangsi sent Zhang Rilong to the door of the company, and the two parties added a friend in the car to facilitate future contact.

Lin Yaru soon sent Zhang Rilong home, and it was another happy night.

****

Zhang Rilong came to the silkworm room, where blue butterflies were sucking milk and honey. The densely packed butterflies looked a bit scary.

The goddess butterflies in several other rooms also hatched one after another. The little girl Anna came over to help during school time and fed the butterflies inside with wooden sticks stuck with sugar water and milk.

Nissalin and Xenia were both there, eating melon seeds in the yard.

Anna came here to play, and to help her two older sisters with work, so that when her older sisters get paid, it would also reduce the family burden.

What she did was not hard, so Zhang Rilong did not take it upon himself to help her scold her two lazy sisters.

"Nissalin, Xenia, after you finish feeding the butterflies in Room 1 tomorrow morning, release them all."

When the two sisters heard Zhang Rilong's words, they both looked this way.

"Why?"

Zhang Rilong explained: "These butterflies have left behind offspring, and their mission has been completed. Returning them to nature can make the world more beautiful."

Nissalin and Xenia looked at each other. The two rural girls could not understand these words at all.

Nissalin quickly said: "Okay, you are the boss, I listen to you."

Zhang Rilong has not always concealed his identity. In fact, his name is unfamiliar to many people here and is not as popular as in the mainland.

Second-generation blue butterflies can actually lay eggs until the end of their short life span.

But there is no need for so many blue butterflies at the moment. What Zhang Rilong wants to cultivate is the Morpho butterfly, the goddess of light.

Putting some blue butterflies out will help with publicity.

Blue butterflies are more beautiful than many butterflies today, and the remaining one hundred or so days are beautiful enough to last until winter.

The lifespan of the first generation butterfly is 6 months, the lifespan of the second generation butterfly is 4 months, and the lifespan of the third generation butterfly is only 2 months and cannot reproduce.

The same thing is that the growth period of these butterflies is 45 days.

In other words, theoretically, a butterfly's genetic inheritance in the wild only lasts for one year.

Within a year, all butterflies on this genetic line will die!

No matter how many they reproduce, they will all be clean after a year.

The cocoon of the Morpho butterfly is larger, about the size of an egg, and it is easier to produce silk than ordinary silkworm cocoons.

Moreover, ice silk is cool and soft, and is closer to the skin than ordinary silk.

Don't look at just this little improvement. With this little improvement, you can create high-end underwear and occupy the market of luxury clothing.

Improve one point and kill thousands of people!

"Don't eat it! Come here and help me take out the last cocoon that I've eaten. I'm going to use this to make some clothes!"

Zhang Rilong was very ambitious, and soon entered the last silkworm room.

Fortunately, the baby silkworms here are waiting in their cocoons to turn into butterflies, but unfortunately these second generation butterflies have no hope of seeing the sun tomorrow.

Four people threw the more than 300 egg-sized cocoons into plastic buckets, then took them to a processing room dozens of meters away and boiled them.

Boiling water can kill the silkworms inside and make it easier for the silkworm cocoon to spin out and peel off the cocoon. Otherwise, when the butterfly bites through the cocoon and comes out, the cracked cocoon will no longer be flexible.

Zhang Rilong originally wanted to do it himself, but felt it was too troublesome, so he called directly and asked a few hired silkworm farmers to take charge of the matter. He then asked Nissalin's mother, the fat aunt, to keep an eye on it while he went home to sleep.

Sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Rilong got two large barrels of special silk.

The most indispensable thing these days is people studying art. As long as the money is available, they can do anything.

Soon Zhang Rilong got soft silk made from silk and made a pair of white silk stockings.

It took more than ten days in total, mainly because no one was in a hurry.

Let Lin Yaru put on white silk stockings and a long skirt and stand in the living room. Wang Zhenqing was in charge of shooting. Zhang Rilong sat on the stall and caressed Lin Yaru's long legs in white stockings.

"Everyone says that I am a music tailor. In fact, I can not only help people tailor songs, but I am also a boutique fashion designer who likes beauty!"

"Please don't doubt my aesthetic taste. Products produced by masters must be high-quality products!"

"These are the stockings I made from special-grade silk. Look at the luster and flexibility. They are warm, breathable and fragrant. Each piece only sells for 88,000!"

“The quantity is limited, so hurry up if you want to buy!”