Hua Wuqi looked at Qing Yi blankly. It was the first time he heard such a theory and he couldn't wrap his head around it.
For them, flowers and plants are just commodities, things that can be appreciated. Even those old nymphos only like them because of their beauty, their preciousness, and their rarity.
However, no one has thought that they are alive, and whether their trade, various transplants, and various greenhouse effects have harmed them.
"Okay, tomorrow, I will bring you all the things I have at home."
"Thank you then!!" Qing Yi responded with a smile and pointed to the greenhouse, "There are the blue witches that I cut. Although they haven't bloomed yet... there are thirty of them now..."
"Right now, we are discussing cooperation matters with Long Teng. In ten days at most, this matter will be completely settled. By then..." Hua Wuqi glanced at Qing Yi with a pointed smile, "Qing Yi is a technology investor. These
Flowers... I will come and get them."
Hua Wuqi smiled and emphasized the word "take", while Qing Yi was immediately dumbfounded.
"Me? Technology investment?" She pointed to her nose, with a look of confusion on her face.
Hua Wuqi nodded, "Tsing Yi accounts for thirty, Long Teng accounts for forty, and the Hua family also accounts for thirty."
Qing Yi was completely stunned and stood there in a daze, while Hua Wuqi smiled heartily, slowly walked into the flower room, and began to admire the future flowers of their company...
Hua Wuqi sighed for a while. The quality of their future company's flowers would definitely be ahead of the florists from all over the world. After thinking about their company's future development plans, they finally met with the general manager when Ding Shisan came up to ask people to eat.
The manager left together
There are only three people left on Qingyi's dining table. Tsingyi is sitting on one side of the rectangular dining table. Ding Shisan and Gu Feng are sitting opposite each other, on the left and right sides of Qingyi respectively.
This makes Qing Yi feel a lot of pressure
I was extremely nervous during the meal, my eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them from time to time, looking forward to something and worrying about something.
Fortunately, nothing happened. Gu Feng still smiled gently, and Ding Shisan still felt as leisurely as if he were at home.
In fact, Qing Yi felt that among the three people now, she was the only one who was least like a master and more like a guest. But she was obviously the master, right? So she threw herself back on the bed, pressed her head with a pillow, and started