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Boss Zhang, a fat man with big ears, made up his mind to take this opportunity to get close to the flower boss, so he bought two pots of orchids.

Ji Yuanhai naturally accepted the note he gave without any ceremony.

The middle-aged man named Shan who was running a stall next to him felt his heart twitch involuntarily as he watched.

This is another thousand, two hundred yuan...

Damn it, even if it’s a money grab, it’s not so fast!

When Boss Zhang bought the flowers and was about to leave, the middle-aged man named Shan couldn't help it anymore.

The brave ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death!

I have to try it too.

He took a step forward with the myna cage in hand and followed behind Boss Zhang.

"Thunder Monkey!"

When he said something, Myna also said something.

Boss Zhang also became interested and turned to look at the myna in his hand: "Cantonese?"

The middle-aged man named Shan nodded quickly: "It's Cantonese."

"Interesting, what else do you want to say?" Boss Zhang asked.

The middle-aged man named Shan demonstrated to him again, "Hello everyone", "Good luck", "Good evening", "Good morning"...

Boss Zhang became even more interested: "This thing is much more fun than two pots of flowers!"

When the middle-aged man surnamed Shan heard this, he thought he had a clue and quickly explained how this myna learned to speak and how he was obedient.

Boss Zhang nodded: "How much does this Eighth Brother cost?"

"I don't want anything more from you." The middle-aged man named Shan made an "eight" sign.

"Eighty? The price is not bad." Boss Zhang said with a smile, "Take it for me. When I go to the south, I can tease the boss over there."

"No, how can it be eighty? Eight hundred...even the cage, I count you eight hundred and five." The middle-aged man surnamed Shan said quickly.

Boss Zhang immediately smiled and said, "Forget it."

"I am also one of our people going to the south. You gave me this price and you want to take me for granted?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Shan bowed his waist slightly and said with an apologetic smile: "Flowers and birds belong to the same family. You spent a lot of money on these two pots of flowers. You are such a big business person, and you are not short of these three melons and two dates, which are enough for your fingers." There’s a little leak inside…”

"Oh, it turns out that you think I'm stupid because I'm so quick with my money?" Boss Zhang sneered, "I bought these flowers just to have a few words with the flower boss and to get close to him."

"You little bird, you are just a plaything, do you deserve this price? Do you deserve to be compared with the flower boss?"

After finishing speaking, he returned to the car with the flowers.

Then, the car drove away directly.

Seeing the car's butt steaming and going further and further away, the middle-aged man surnamed Shan regretted it-if he had known it would cost 200 yuan, he could have sold the car for more than 100 yuan if he had negotiated the price.

The boss and the others are not stupid. Why did they spend so much money on orchids?

However, taking a closer look at the orchids on Xiaoji's stall, the middle-aged man named Shan had to admit that they were top-notch products, much better than the clivias on his stall, and he definitely couldn't grow them himself.

After Boss Zhang left with the flowers, the crowd watching the excitement gradually dispersed.

Some people have seen the flower show and expensive orchids here, so they are busy with their own things; some people have not seen the flower show yet, so they go to the exhibition hall again.

When everyone was almost gone, Wang Zhuyun reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It was quite scary just now. So many people came to watch the fun..."

Ji Yuanhai said with a smile: "Only when there is fun to watch, you can make money; if there were no people to watch the fun, today's orchids would not be sold so smoothly."

After hearing this, Wang Zhuyun couldn't help but sigh: "You have really made money now!"

"One pot costs 600 yuan. You bought five pots, so that's 3,000 yuan."

Ji Yuanhai looked at the remaining three pots of Song Mei and six pots of Longchangsu: "There are still nine pots. If I can sell a few more pots, it can help me solve a big problem."

"What's the big trouble?" Wang Zhuyun asked curiously.

Ji Yuanhai smiled and shook his head: "Let's not talk about it for now. We will talk about it later when no one is around."

While they were talking, someone came up and asked how much a pot of orchids cost. Ji Yuanhai stopped floating the price and simply said six hundred per pot.

The man was startled, shook his head and walked away.

From 10 to 11 o'clock in the morning, many people came out after seeing the flower exhibition and asked Ji Yuanhai about the price. Most of them turned around and left as soon as they heard the price.

One female comrade was particularly interesting. She thought Ji Yuanhai was asking her for a high price and sat on the ground to pay her back, so she asked for ten yuan in an attempt to bargain.

Seeing that Ji Yuanhai really didn't bargain, he shook his head in disbelief and left.

"Who can you sell it to at this price?"

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At around eleven o'clock, the old stall owner who came here in the morning slowly came over again.

"Young man, I heard that your orchids cost 600 yuan per pot?"

"Yes." Ji Yuanhai nodded.

"Give me the price in the morning, but it's not this." The white-haired old stall owner said.

"You didn't negotiate this price at that time, are you right?" Ji Yuanhai said with a smile.

The white-haired old stall owner's eyes moved, and he stretched out his sleeve again, signaling Ji Yuanhai to bargain with him.

Ji Yuanhai shook his head: "That's not necessary."

"Now that I understand the price, if I negotiate with you privately, others will definitely think of the discount I gave you, and they will definitely want to bargain."

"Then I'm not troublesome enough."

When the white-haired old stall owner heard this, he immediately smacked his lips: "You young man, you are so stubborn."

"If you say this is the price, you won't give up a penny. How can anyone do this kind of business?"

Ji Yuanhai smiled and said no more.

The white-haired old stall owner was quite resentful: "If you want to do this, I really won't buy it."

I looked at the blazing sun above my head, and then at the orchids in the Epoch Sea facing the sun, not showing any signs of depression. I thought to myself that this young man really has his own unique skills, and the money he earned made sense.

After much hesitation, I finally didn’t buy it.

Even if the price is reduced by another hundred yuan and someone else buys it for six hundred yuan, he can barely accept it for five hundred yuan...

The white-haired old stall owner finally returned to his stall.

At twelve o'clock, Wang Zhuyun volunteered: "Are you hungry? I'll buy food!"

Ji Yuanhai was not too hungry, and Lu Heling was not too hungry. There was no place to buy food nearby, and the canteen in the exhibition hall was not open to the public, so they both told Wang Zhuyun not to buy any more.

"Classmate Wang, after closing the stall today, we will treat you to a good meal."

Ji Yuanhai said: "I heard that there is a time-honored restaurant in the provincial capital called Yan Fushun, which is best at cooking palace dishes. Let's go and enjoy the treatment of a prince in the past?"

Wang Zhuyun was not polite to Ji Yuanhai at first, but after hearing Ji Yuanhai talk about this time-honored brand, he felt that the price might not be cheap.

"Ji Yuanhai, isn't this bad? You just made money, and you managed to earn it by setting up a stall. You also put a lot of effort into it. I feel so embarrassed to eat such an expensive meal from you."

Ji Yuanhai smiled: "Classmate Wang, we have known each other for such a long time, do we still need to talk about these things?"

He also said with a touch of emotion: "It's interesting to have a taste that you can't usually eat, and to taste a different life trajectory."

"If things stay the same and follow the rules...we are still young, don't we need to live like middle-aged and elderly people?"

After hearing this, Wang Zhuyun looked at Ji Yuanhai doubtfully: "Is this your life motto?"

"At least, that was true when I was young."

Ji Yuanhai said frankly.

Walking steadily and step-by-step is not suitable for this turbulent era, nor is it suitable for the memories in his heart.

"It's quite unique," Wang Zhuyun said after thinking for a while, "a bit like characters in some Western novels, such as The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Robinson Crusoe. They have a spirit of adventure and a spirit of hedonism."

"In our country's eyes, he seems a bit like a second-rate person."

Ji Yuanhai smiled and said: "Your description is quite accurate, but you forgot one thing. People judge heroes by their success or failure."

"The failed adventurer is 'my uncle Jules', and he is really a second-rater; and the successful adventurer... Mr. Wang, who do you think I should say?"

Wang Zhuyun looked at him doubtfully: "Who?"

"That Mr. Hua this morning." Ji Yuanhai said.

Wang Zhuyun was surprised: "Why did you suddenly talk about him?"

"I just happened to pass by and used it as an example." Ji Yuanhai said, "A businessman like him will be successful and enjoy a lot; but if he fails to succeed, he will be an unknown second-rate person..."

"You are a bit extreme." Wang Zhuyun said, "There are only successes and failures in life? Success and failure are only measured by wealth and enjoyment? This does not meet our spiritual needs standards."

What Wang Zhuyun said is considered a standard answer.

"I suggest you study political books carefully." Ji Yuanhai said with a smile, "Spiritual and cultural needs and identity needs must be met after material needs are met..."

As he was talking, a car stopped in front of Ji Yuanhai's stall, and a man in a shirt got out.

The man directly handed Ji Yuanhai a thick stack of ten-yuan great unity: "One pot of Song plum and one pot of Longchang Su, the kind bought by the flower boss."

Ji Yuanhai took the money and counted it. It was indeed one thousand two hundred yuan.

Without saying anything else, he asked this man to move away a pot of Song Mei and a pot of Longchang Su.

The man said nothing else, took the flowers and left.

After he left, Ji Yuanhai felt something in his heart, counting his money and making plans.

Those who were brought to the provincial capital from Qingshan County are still over a thousand years old.

I bought seven pots of orchids today, totaling 4,200.

That's five thousand two hundred dollars.

After all the money is obtained, Ji Yuanhai can consider another issue... that is, instead of renting a house, buy a house in the provincial capital. How much will it cost.

Buying a house is currently considered necessary to store things. After all, the inheritance of Lu Heling's parents is valuable and needs to be stored properly. It cannot be placed in a hotel or student dormitory.

From now on, it will also be necessary for Ji Yuanhai and Lu Heling to live there.

If you think about it further, it may even serve as a store of value.

As for renting a house, Ji Yuanhai has inquired and seen it. Getting along with landlords and tenants is a problem. Living together in the same compound without any guarantee of privacy is still a problem.

If I can buy a house directly in one go, at least I won't be angry about renting a house.

Before Ji Yuanhai could finish his calculations, another car drove up and stopped in front of his stall.

Ji Yuanhai, Lu Heling, and Wang Zhuyun were all pleasantly surprised; other stall owners were also excited again.

Could it be said that there is more?

Who is Mr. Flower?

Sure enough, another person walked out of the car who paid for two pots of flowers, picked up the flowers and left.

There was another thousand two hundred yuan in the Era Sailor.

Not to mention the other stall owners, even Lu Heling and Wang Zhuyun felt unreal.

This is...another twelve hundred yuan?

There are still five pots of flowers left on the Jiyuanhai stall, including one pot of Song Mei and four pots of Longchang Su.

According to a rough calculation, he sold it for 5,400 yuan.

What a huge amount of money this is in this day and age!

A middle-aged man named Shan came over sourly and said, "Xiao Ji, are you rich?"

Ji Yuanhai said: "I have just returned to my roots...Brother Shan, you are also an insider. You should know that raising these flowers and plants is not easy."

Because I am an insider, I know that you must have made a lot of money.

The middle-aged man named Shan thought sourly.

No one will come again, right? There shouldn't be anyone coming again, right?

This guy has almost made enough money, right?

Perhaps the secret prayers of the stall owners really worked. At the beginning of the afternoon, there were many fewer people watching the flower exhibition than in the morning. Some people passed by the Ji Yuanhai stall one after another, some asking for prices, but no one was buying.

For ordinary working people or people with a small amount of money in their families, no matter how beautiful this flower looks and how good its appearance is, they cannot ignore their life because of the flower.

Each stall opened one after another in the morning and afternoon, and gradually made a small amount of money. Compared with the usual business, it was not much better, or even worse.

Therefore, by about three o'clock in the afternoon, fewer and fewer people came to see the flower exhibition, and these roadside stalls were closed one after another, and seven or eight of them were gone.

The "Brother Shan" next to Jiyuanhai and the old stall owner with white hair haven't left yet...

Of course Ji Yuanhai did not close the stall and continued to wait for the right person.

There was nothing else to do after closing the stall, so it was better to wait here and chat with Wang Zhuyun and Lu Heling.

Today's harvest has completely exceeded expectations, and Ji Yuanhai is in a good mood - he expected that if no one buys them, he will only be able to get rid of one or two hundred and one pots of flowers.

In other words, Ji Yuanhai's guaranteed income from the beginning should be between one thousand fourteen and two thousand eighty today.

This is not because he is arrogant, but because there is such a big market in the provincial capital, and the high-quality orchids he specially prepared, it is completely possible to sell them for one or two hundred, and the price is even a bit low.

But he never expected that nine pots would be sold at a high price of six hundred and one.

This is a completely unexpected gain.

Even if the remaining five pots of flowers cannot be sold, it will be easier for Jiyuanhai to deal with them, so there is no longer any urgency to sell them to others.

Sitting in front of the booth, we talked and talked about the topic until noon.

Ji Yuanhai and Wang Zhuyun argued, but Lu Heling didn't want to argue with the two of them anyway, because neither of them could convince the other.

What Wang Zhuyun said were all upright truths in the book, and they sounded really nice. According to what the book said, that's exactly what should be done.

However, what Ji Yuanhai and Wang Zhuyun were talking about were changes in reality.

Anyway, the two of them were talking for fun, and they were either really arguing or just playing around.

Before I knew it, it was past four in the afternoon.

There are only three stalls left, "Brother Shan", Ji Yuanhai, and the old stall owner with white hair.

"Brother Shan"'s Cantonese starling failed to sell despite the lack of favor from the southern boss.

However, he was enjoying the hardships. When he saw that Ji Yuanhai's business was not open all afternoon, he still had the heart to say: "Xiao Ji, it's getting late, should I close the stall and go home?"

Ji Yuanhai said calmly: "Don't worry, the bus hasn't stopped yet."

"Brother Shan" chuckled: "Okay, don't worry, I have to leave."

He shouted to the white-haired stall owner: "Old Wang, can you leave?"

The white-haired stall owner shook his head: "I'm not in a hurry, you can go first."

"Okay, let's wait and find out..."

"Brother Shan" saw that Lao Wang just wanted to wait for Era Sea to close the stalls, and then negotiate the price when Era Sea closed the stalls.

This made "Brother Shan" feel even more envious. Even if the price dropped again, he would still earn more than me.

I didn't make any money today, all because of this guy named Ji - if it weren't for his acquaintance with the exhibition hall and the two girls around him who were wearing bracelets to play with bloodstones and watches, "Brother Shan" and other stall owners would have made one long ago Wrong idea, try his method.

Foreigners, new arrivals, traveling together, making so much money...

Taken together, these four things make you hateful.

"Brother Shan" muttered in his heart. Just as he was packing his things and leaving, a car drove over again.

"Brother Shan" was shocked and heartbroken.

Why are there still people here to buy at this time?

The white-haired stall owner Lao Wang also stood up nervously and looked towards the Era Sea stall.

Don’t sell your last pot of plum blossoms!

Ji Yuanhai, Lu Heling, and Wang Zhuyun were also surprised: Are there any more people here to buy?

The person who stepped out of the car this time was not the boss's subordinates or the boss, but an old man.

With the help of a young man, he came to Ji Yuanhai's stall and stared blankly at four pots of Longchangsu. Finally, he walked to one pot of Longchangsu and looked at it carefully.

"Since I came to the north, I have never seen Long Changsu with such a watery air."

The old man said with emotion with a slight accent.

Looking at the rather hot sun, and then at Long Changsu, the old man said to Ji Yuanhai: "Young man, is Long Changsu so well-behaved?"

"Not really, it's just that I have some unique secrets, so I can raise them like this."

Ji Yuanhai said: "If you want to buy it back, you still have to take good care of it. You can't be like me."

The old man nodded: "Well, there are specialties in the art industry, so...how many pots of flowers did you sell today?"

"Nine pots sold."

"Are they all people who love and cherish flowers and know how to grow them?" the old man asked.

Ji Yuanhai replied: "I can't care too much about this. I have to earn back the cost by selling flowers, and I have to make money for them. If someone comes to buy them, I have to sell them."

"It's a pity..." the old man said, without any contemptuous expression, nor did he feel sad because of Ji Yuanhai's answer. Instead, he continued to chat with Ji Yuanhai: "You are not old, why do you want to make all this money?"

Ji Yuanhai replied: "Earn money for tuition and improve living conditions."

The old man was surprised: "Oh? You are not going to start a business? Are you still in school?"