N-M Chapter 653 Suicide
Chapter 653 Suicide
Chapter 653 Suicide
Wang Hongda nodded as a matter of course.
Song Ziyi looked up at the starry sky, and asked Wang Hongda: "Let me ask you, if you don't have mana, you will die if you commit suicide, then, will you commit suicide?"
Wang Hongda shook his head: "No. If I didn't have mana, I wouldn't come to such a ghostly place."
Song Ziyi chuckled, lowered her head, reached out and grabbed Wang Hongda's hand, and then quickly let go.
Wang Hongda made another great contribution, and the Song family was very grateful to Wang Hongda, without showing it.
Back on the mountain, it was an endless life of meditation, and the conversation between Wang Hongda and Zhang Xue became less and less, and they knew what the other was thinking without opening their mouths, and they knew each other tacitly.
This morning, Wang Hongda came to the mountain early, and he sat in the master seat, Zhang Xue sat next to him, and four disciples sat on opposite sides of him.
Wang Hongda looked around at everyone, and said: "I told you that our Wooden Immortal Gate is the gate of merit. To tell you the truth, I am a local tyrant, teacher, and my apprentice must also be rich. Only the worldly pleasures have been tasted. Only then will we know how to return to the basics, and then we will be able to abandon the mundane world and transcend life and death.”
All the apprentices were dumbfounded.
Wang Hongda paused, and said again: "I will make everyone rich today."
After finishing speaking, Wang Hongda flipped his palms, and an orange rose appeared in his hand, and he handed it to Wang Jiarui.
Wang Hongda asked everyone: "Guess everyone, how much can this flower sell for?"
A wood-walking Taoist priest still has a basic understanding of plants and trees. Wang Xuesong has drawn a hundred sketches of mountains and rivers by herself, and knows flowers and plants best. She stood up and looked at them, and said: "This is a rose. Orange roses are relatively rare. Although Not the most expensive, but I am afraid it is also very expensive, I guess, maybe, 10,000+ one flower?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!
Xu Hui opened his mouth and almost fell off the chair: "10,000+, a flower? Who will buy it?"
Wang Jiarui had bulgingbuling eyes, and said with a look of adoring nympho: "A romantic man who spends a lot of money on women!"
Wang Hongda nodded: "Our Muxianmen's main business is to grow vegetables and flowers. It is extremely difficult for others to cultivate this flower, but Wang Jiarui, you have a vitality bottle in hand, and plants with harsh growth conditions can be easily cultivated. You Just use this plant as the mother plant, open a flower garden in front of the mountain, and in a short time, everyone will be rich!"
Xu Hui quickly looked at Wang Jiarui, and begged, "Junior Sister, you have to manage well, the way to get rich for us all depends on you!"
So Wang Jiarui opened up a garden in the sea of red flowers in front of the mountain. Strictly speaking, it was Xu Hui and Wang Maosong's coolies, and Wang Jiarui and Wang Xuesong were in charge of directing.
With the bottle of vitality in hand, the orange roses bloom even bigger, fuller and more vigorous.
The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. A few days later, the aroma of roses attracted the florist.
The florist Li Hongyang originally received the champion red from the villagers at the foot of the mountain, but this time he came to the mountain to play in his spare time and found the yellow roses in the garden on the mountain.
Li Hongyang watched for a long time but didn't come back to his senses.It is extremely difficult to cultivate yellow roses. The sunshine in the north is too strong during the day, so it is difficult to grow them. However, the yellow roses here are blooming delicately under the scorching sun. Li Hongyang knew that there might be an expert gardener living on this mountain.
He watched for a while, just in time to meet Wang Jiarui coming down with a bottle.
"You planted this flower?"
Wang Jiarui nodded proudly: "Yes, isn't it pretty?"
Li Hongyang nodded: "Looks good, but the color is a bit darker, it looks better if it is lighter."
Li Hongyang said this on purpose, picking out some faults to lower the price.
But Wang Jiarui didn't like this, she curled her lips and thought: You know what a fart!
"This is an orange rose, not an ordinary yellow rose. Because of its dark color, it is rarer and more expensive!"
Wang Jiarui said to Li Hongyang contemptuously.
Li Hongyang looked at Wang Jiarui. He was in his early twenties, but he knew a lot, so it's not easy to fool him.
"More expensive? Are you selling these flowers?"
Li Hongyang tested Wang Jiarui little by little.
"Yes."
Wang Jiarui didn't look at Li Hongyang, and lowered her head to water little by little with the vitality bottle.
Li Hongyang tilted his head and raised his eyebrows: "Then, how much do you plan to buy?"
Wang Jiarui bent down to water, heard him ask, blinked, straightened up, looked up and down, this man was wearing sunglasses, half-sleeved shirt, suit pants, leather boy, keys on his waist, wallet under his armpit, typical Profiteers dress up.
"My teacher said, 10 yuan a flower."
Li Hongyang sneered when he heard this, and said sarcastically, "One hundred thousand flowers? Are you crazy about buying one flower for 10 yuan?"
Wang Jiarui was dissatisfied with Li Hongyang's attitude. Although she knew that Li Hongyang was lowering the price, his tone was really annoying, so she sneered: "The poor can't understand the needs of the rich, and they spend a lot of money for the woman they love, 10 yuan a flower." Roses, so romantic."
Hearing that Wang Jiarui's words were wrong, Li Hongyang curled his lips, stretched out his hand to touch the flower, and said, "It's not a rare variety, so why should a flower sell for [-] yuan?"
Wang Jiarui also curled her lips, pouted and confronted Li Hongyang, and knocked off Li Hongyang's hand, saying: "This is the cost price given by my teacher because of the large quantity, otherwise, it would cost 14 a flower!"
Li Hongyang looked at Wang Jiarui and blinked, and thought: This person is so young, he is so knowledgeable about the flower market, and the orange champagne roses are indeed 14 a piece. It is a bit difficult to deceive her.
"Your flowers are not worth 14 yuan. Their authentic champagne roses can't grow in our seaside. They don't adapt to our seaside climate. Yours is definitely not authentic, it's a hybrid."
Li Hongyang shook his head while pointing at the roses.
Wang Jiarui became angry when she heard it, thinking that I am a disciple of the Muxian sect, and I know flowers, plants and trees better than myself. What's more, the flower seeds were given by the teacher himself.
She became angry, and cursed at her mouth: "Put your mother's shit, you decide whether it is authentic or not?"
Li Hongyang didn't want to turn against Wang Jiarui, he was reluctant to part with this piece of roses, so he just frowned and clicked his tongue: "Why are you scolding people?"
Then he finally revealed his identity: "I have been in the flower business for ten years. I can tell at a glance whether this rose variety is good or not. There are some problems with the quality of your flowers."
Wang Jiarui knew Li Hongyang's thoughts very well, and thought: since one florist came to the door, there would be another one, so she was not in a hurry to sell.
So she said coldly: "If you think there is a problem with the quality, don't buy it."
How could Li Hongyang not buy it? He pouted instead, as if he had made a very difficult decision, and said, "Why don't you give me a discount, and I'll buy it all."
Wang Jiarui tilted her head: "How much do you pay?"
Li Hongyang stretched out five fingers.
Wang Jiarui stared dissatisfiedly: "Fifty thousand?"
Li Hongyang shook his head: "5000 yuan a piece, I will buy them all."
Wang Jiarui was furious immediately, and pointed down the mountain: "Get out! Take a taxi and get out!"
(End of this chapter)