The metaphysical Taoist nun sealed her heart with cement, and the brothers cried miserably

The boss

promised to give Lingya a chance to try it: "The main thing is to see that you are pitiful, but I am not the boss, but a supervisor in charge of selling flowers." We have a large flower field, and we have cultivated many varieties, and when we have a lot of flowers, we will take them out and sell some of them.

Lingya: "Thank you very much, I want to go to work today, when are you going to close the stall? I only grow orchids, I don't sell flowers." The

boss laughed and said, "I'll ask someone to take you back." Ah, here, Xiao Sun is here, let's take you to the planting base first.

Lingya thanked her again and was dragged away from the lively flower market on Xiao Sun's green tricycle.

said that it was a little grandson, but in fact, it was also a circle of spiritual sprouts, and the spiritual sprouts had to be called Uncle Sun.

Drive all the way to more and more remote places.

On the way, Uncle Sun couldn't help but say: "This road is so biased, aren't you afraid of this girl

?" Lingya was puzzled: "What are you afraid of?"

Uncle Sun: "I'm afraid that I will plot against you."

Lingya: "Oh, don't be afraid, you look like a good person."

Uncle Sun laughed: "I heard Director Zhang say that you are from the mountains, and you don't look like a young lady in the city, but you trust others so easily, you are as simple as a girl in the mountains." Girl, listen to my uncle's advice, in this society, don't trust others easily, you are lucky to meet us today, if you are unlucky to meet a bad person, I don't know what will happen.

Lingya nodded, looking very well-behaved, as if he had listened to advice, but in fact, Lingya was not too afraid.

If you meet a bad person, it's hard to say whether she's more unlucky or a bad guy is more unlucky.

Lingya took out her mobile phone and wanted to study it again before she reached her destination, but her phone ran out of battery.

Lingya didn't bring a charger, so she took her phone back again.

After another hour, we finally arrived at the planting base.

Uncle Sun took Lingya to the flower field, and introduced as he walked: "We have different soil cultivation here, greenhouses, glass houses, and many high-tech cultivation houses, and there is a research room over there.

Lingya's eyes widened: "Research institute

, do you want to build a research room to plant flowers?" Uncle Sun: "It's not, now people are not satisfied with some ordinary flowers on the market, just the Juliet rose you want, it took 50 years of cultivation abroad to come out, the first plant costs 30 million, haven't seen it, go, take you to take a look at it from afar."

Lingya was secretly speechless in her heart.

Thirty million, a lot.

She didn't even have three thousand dollars on her.

The two of them walked to the research room, and Uncle Sun was still saying that because it was a very important research room, specializing in cultivating a kind of orchid, he couldn't go in, and he could only take a look outside, but he went around to the main entrance, only to see that the door was open, and many people were moving things outside.

Uncle Sun was stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter, what are you doing?"

The man sighed and said: "Disbanded, the last Tianxuelan withered this morning, and the boss has a lot of mood swings, and he is sitting there emo."

Uncle Sun was surprised: "But isn't this an orchid that has been studied since the generation of the boss's father?"

The man was also a little uncomfortable, and his tone was a little choked: "No way, there are only a few seeds of Tianxuelan, this is already the last plant, we don't want to give up, but the flowers have not bloomed, there is no way to bear seeds, how to cultivate."

Lingya's eyes turned to the side, and he saw a man with white temples sitting in the shadows.

Lingya walked over lightly and spoke: "Grandpa, can you show me your flowers?"

The uncle slowly raised his head and looked at Lingya emptyly: "I'm only thirty-two ......"

Little girl, you are a little polite, but not much.