Qing Yi nodded immediately, "Yes, yes! Uncle, last time I was here with you, you gave me a lot of flower seedlings."
The shop owner was slightly suspicious or said, "Shall I give you flower seedlings? I haven't given anyone flower seedlings before?" Those are garbage to be thrown away. In his eyes, they are not flower seedlings, just garbage.
Qing Yi did not argue, but pointed to the pot of orchids, "Anyway, this is a pot grown from those flower seedlings... According to what was agreed at the time, I should give you a pot. In addition, I have a few pots there.
, I wonder if uncle accepts orchids here?”
"Of course I have to accept it." The store owner still didn't think about when he had sent flower seedlings to others, let alone such an agreement. However, this is not the point. The point is, "Do you really still have orchids? Just like these.
?”
Qing Yi shook his head slightly: "It's not the same, but it's almost the same."
No, to outsiders, orchids look similar, but there are still differences in the flowers.
"We collect them here, and I promise, the price is fair and you are honest, just bring the flowers over!!"
Qing Yi was slightly troubled: "Uncle, I still have five pots. I don't have a car, so it's not very convenient!!"
"In that case... then, let me go with you," the shop owner said, casually grabbing one of the people looking at the flowers, "Old man Wang, look after the shop for me."
"Sure, you go, but if there is Hao Lan, you have to let me see you first."
"Sure, there are good flowers, so of course I can't get away from you." The uncle waved his hand boldly, turned around and went in, took a bag, grabbed the keys, and quickly came out with Qing Yi following closely behind, until he came to a small truck.
The two climbed into the car, Qing Yi showed the way, and soon arrived at Qing Yi's residence.
After chatting all the way, Qing Yi found out that this uncle's surname was Xu, which means Xu Buyun, which means "Ping Bu Qing Yun". He was thirty-six years old this year. He was from Qingyang, tended flowers and trees, and loved and sold flowers. It was a very natural thing. However, because he himself
He is just a nymphomaniac, so when he comes across some good flowers and trees, he often tries his best to get them, but is reluctant to sell them again... So in the end, although he has a lot of flowers in his hands, the business is not very good.
The money in my hand is getting less and less
However, as he said, every pot of flowers in his hand can match his income in a year or more.
"Uncle Xu, these are my flowers." Qing Yi led Xu Buyun into her living room and pointed to the five pots of flowers. She also looked over. At this look, she herself hesitated for a while. The five pots of flowers seemed to