My Son is a Reborn Villain

"Tomorrow's flight, you have to leave tonight." Otherwise, you won't be able to catch the flight.

This small remote village is far from the city, and the road conditions are complicated. He has to drive five or six hours to find a hotel in a city for the night, and then drive two or three hours to the airport the next day and fly back to the capital by plane.

Chi Yucheng didn't stay long, and was about to leave. Before leaving, he asked Old Man Guo for a pot of orchids.

The old man Guo, who was in a restless mood, suddenly raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, "Go on! Don't waste my orchid!"

Although he was cursing, the old man Guo gave a pot of orchids that looked the most inconspicuous and best to support.

Chi Weicheng held a pot of orchids and rolled away with a smile.

"Teacher, I'll come back next time when I'm free."

Uncle Guo shouted angrily, "I'll break your leg again!"

Fu Yunruo didn't dare to speak, thinking that Uncle Guo must be reluctant to leave Brother Chi. He was actually very happy that someone remembered him, but he was just duplicitous.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Uncle Guo was still scolding Chi Yucheng for ruining orchids.

After listening to it for a long time, Fu Yunruo couldn't help but say weakly: "In fact, Brother Chi is very powerful. He can take good care of the orchid..." He is much more professional than her half-hearted person.

Uncle Guo still had an angry look on his face, "That dead boy didn't want to raise it himself, he came to give it to that stinky boy! Raise a pot of dead and a pot, and waste my flowers!"

Fu Yunruo blinked, wondering who the stinky boy who raised a pot and died.

But if there is more, Uncle Guo will not say any more.

Fu Yunruo didn't want to ask deeply, for fear that the more he asked, the more angry he would become.

After a long time, Fu Yunruo guessed that Uncle Guo was no longer angry, so he looked up and asked, "Uncle Guo, do you think I can cultivate orchids now?"

During this period of time, she has been helping Uncle Guo, and she has also read through several books given by Uncle Guo, but she has not tried it, so I don't know if it will work.

Uncle Guo looked over.

Fu Yunruo felt embarrassed, but she still expressed her thoughts: "That's it, I want to do a live broadcast..." She explained in detail her thoughts on doing a live broadcast and what she wanted to live broadcast.

After listening to Uncle Guo, he snorted coldly, "Think of something fancy." Then he walked away with his hands behind his back.

Fu Yunruo blinked, does Uncle Guo mean agree or disagree?

She couldn't figure out what Uncle Guo was thinking until she got home, and in the end she thought sluggishly, it probably wouldn't work.

Fu Yunruo hugged her son and said dejectedly: "Shi, it seems that we can't earn pocket money part-time..." She had to continue to think about what would be suitable for live broadcast.

Chi Wen let out a cry, and put her soft chubby hand on her face, thinking to herself, stupid woman, Grandpa Guo did not object to your live broadcast!

Fu Yunruo didn't know his son's thoughts, and his depressed mood continued until the next day. Fu Yunruo took his son to the flower shed and keenly found that the pattern of the flower shed had changed.

Uncle Guo's flower shed is very large, covering nearly 1,000 square meters, and the orchids he has cultivated in the past 20 years, or the orchids that are being cultivated, only have 73 pots, so the location is very ample, and the distance is very close. The room is relatively large.

But now, she obviously found that many orchids that are easy to move have been moved, which is more orderly and space-saving.

In the right corner of the flower shed, a large space is left, and this space is surrounded by two shelves, leaving only one door for entry and exit.

Fu Yunruo walked in and saw that there were several constant temperature incubators, as well as potted plants and plant materials.

Fu Yunruo's eyes were hot.

Uncle Guo came in and put the seeds and ramets in his hands on the plain table.

"Uncle Guo, thank you!" Fu Yunruo's eyes were red, she thought that Uncle Guo didn't like her doing these live broadcasts, but she unexpectedly gave her such a big surprise.

Surprised to cry.

So, she really likes this place, her hometown in another world, there are many, many kindness and beauty.

Uncle Guo saw that she was moved to tears, and felt awkward, "If you want to be here, don't touch my flowers." The tone was much softer.

"Yeah!" Fu Yunruo replied in a heavy nasal voice.

Uncle Guo put things down and left to observe his precious flowers.

Fu Yunruo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and began to organize the seeds and flower seedlings. The whole person was smiling like a flower. The tearful appearance of this pear flower was very moving.

On the other side, Chi Yucheng was full of dust and spent a day and a night returning to the capital.

Before he could go home and put his luggage, he was summoned to the company in a hurry.

"Acheng, you are finally back!" Yuanxin was at the door of the building, and when he saw Chi Yucheng, he immediately greeted him excitedly.

"If you don't come back, I can't take it anymore!"

"Brother Yuan." Chi Yucheng shouted, and then smiled, "Didn't I hurry back?"

"Thank you for your hard work." Yuan Xin carefully took a pot of orchids from Chi Yucheng's hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief, finally being able to deal with the ancestor.

Yuan Xin immediately regained his well-dressed appearance, and walked in side by side with Chi Yucheng.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Chi."

Along the way, the company's big and small star employees greeted them when they saw them.

If Chi Yucheng is one of the recognized ace agents in the entertainment industry, then Yuan Xin is the king of trump cards.

Yuan Xin, who is 45 years old this year, is a legend in the entertainment industry, recognized as the first agent, and also the head of Apple Entertainment's management department. He has only brought three stars in his brokerage career.

In the end, it became a legend of the era.