Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 301 Selling Flowers
The brothers strolled until dark. According to the Northeast dialect, that is: stabbing the back mound with a knife opened the eyes.

Wu Meng didn't say anything during the meal, and went back to the double room to lie down and mutter: "It's a bit scary."

Wu Gang sat on the bed rubbing his forehead and didn't answer. Clivia on a street asked for hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands.

It's almost like setting up a stall to sell gold. It's really scary.

Wu Hao strolled around, mainly to understand the market and determine the price, and went to the store to buy four half-cut thin quilts and four woven bags.

When he returned to his residence, he asked Lao Wu to go out for a walk and buy food on the way back. He put the flowerpot under the bed.

They were not kept in bamboo baskets along the way, and people would hold them to bask in the sun while riding in the car.

Too expensive to be handled with care.

Wu Weiguo strolled for an hour, and when he came back with a meal, his face was shocked, and he said after the meal: "They are so crazy!"

Wu Hao lay on the bed and didn't answer, sighing secretly: "In another month, not only will there be crazy people, but there will also be hanged people."

Like stocks, it's all green.

Get up in the morning and go downstairs to buy breakfast and finish eating. Take out the flowerpot from under the bed to shine in the sun. Clivia blooms from January to May.

It also has something to do with the warm and cold weather. The four pots in his house can be seen from the appearance of the difference, and they are divided into four grades.

The worst pot has just produced flower buds, and the best pot is in full bloom.

Wu Weiguo laughed and said, "It's really worth 40!"

Everyone is the same, they can't accept that things are too expensive, but they can accept that they are expensive, and he is no exception.

Waiting is a torment. In May, Spring City is very cold. Last night, Wu Hao told his brothers not to go out until around ten o'clock.

I raised my hand to look at my watch, it was almost time, I put the worst potted flower into a bamboo basket, wrapped it with a thin quilt, put it in a woven bag and carried it on my back.

Let Lao Wu stay behind, he went out to sell flowers by himself, and when he walked out the door, he could see his brothers strolling around.

Hongqi Street in Chuncheng runs northeast-southwest, he gave his brothers a look, and headed northeast with a woven bag on his back.

During this period of time, there are many people buying and selling things on the street, and when they negotiate the price, they are eager to make a fool of themselves, not just a few cents, but hundreds or hundreds of dollars when they buy flowers.

Wu Hao stopped not far from the bank. There were many stalls nearby. He didn't find a place to set up a stall, so he looked at both sides of the road with a woven bag on his back.

Since ancient times, routines have won the hearts of the people, feelings, and business are the same, you can't just sit back and wait for the rabbit to be stupid.

He wandered back and forth picking targets.

People in remote areas don't know about Chuncheng Clivia, but there are many phone calls in big cities, so many people know the news.

Most of the people from other places are rich people, and he found one.

Two people came from the northeast, one of them was an old man who should be ignored by a flower farmer, and the other was dressed unusually.

In [-], some people would buy suits to wear in order to stretch out their noodles. If they didn't change their clothes, they would feel fat and bulky on their bodies.

It looks very earthy.

The suit on this man was very decent, and he looked fair and 40 years old. He kept frowning as he looked at the flowers on the stalls around him.

He waved his hand whenever the old man pointed at the pot, and it seemed that he didn't like it.

Just as Wu Hao was about to take out the flowers, when he bent down, he scanned the southwest, and another 45-year-old man caught his attention.

Some people look special in the crowd. This middle-aged man has a superior temperament, even if he deliberately keeps a low profile, he can't hide it.

Wearing a Chinese tunic suit, he walks naturally and gracefully.

Why do you still wear tunics when you are low-key?

Because I can't bear to take it off, it looks like I'm sick.

This person gives Wu Hao a feeling that he is a leader, and he has cultivated the demeanor over the years. He may be the kind of second leader who manages finances.

Acting similar to the man in the suit, he looked like he didn't like him. If he was really a leader, if he didn't care about finances, where would he get the money to buy expensive flowers?
After buying, it may not be for self-raising, but it may be for going forward and giving some "souvenir products".

For example, the leader wiped the Clivia in the office and said: This pot is not very good.

As for why this "local product" dared to give it away, why it dared to accept it, I really don't know.

Now that two rich men came, Wu Hao immediately knelt down and took out the bamboo basket, and then took out Clivia.

Put the wooden boards horizontally on the bamboo baskets, and put the flowers directly up.

Nowadays, Hongqi Street can be described in this way, which is similar to the antique market, the only difference is that the things sold are different.

Some people may not be able to understand antiques after many years of study, but they can get a general idea after being in contact with Clivia for more than two months.

Many good flowers have been hidden, except for those with many zeros in the store, his potted flowers are "outstanding among the crowd" in the stall area.

The gap can be seen at a glance, and the flower seller behind him immediately jumped up.

He stomped his feet and slapped his thighs and shouted, "Aren't you a bitch, kid?"

Walking in three steps and two steps, I saw the small quilt in the woven bag, and hurriedly took it out and said, "Quick! Wrap it up!"

Seeing Wu Hao's slow movements, she squatted beside her and slapped her thigh and cried out in a crying voice: "Oh my god! This potted flower is worth hundreds of thousands!"

"If it freezes, I have to hang myself!"

It is similar to the sound of crying graves to extort people. Many aunts know this "unique skill".

It wasn't her flowers that made her anxious, because they were really valuable!The salary of more than ten years is equivalent to 100 million in future generations!

Not only was she in a hurry, but her voice attracted many people, and two of them who were in a hurry almost cursed.

Wu Hao is not stupid, he just did it on purpose, he knows the characters of these aunts too well, and the effect is obvious.

The man in the suit was very close, even if there were people crowded, he didn't dodge it. After a few glances, he muttered, "It seems to be a bit worse."

The old man who followed him said: "It's rare to meet someone who has a shot. Those flowers in the store are ridiculously expensive."

Wu Hao lowered his head slightly, now he looked like Xiaodoubao, and he also listened with his ears up.

This man in a suit speaks with a Hong Kong accent.

Those who can come to the mainland now are rich!
Like Xiaodoubao, he peeked at it again. This may be the "unique knowledge" inherited by the old Wu family, and he learned it without a teacher.

Seeing the man in the tunic suit come in, although he couldn't hear what he said clearly, he guessed it from his expression and lips.

He also disliked this basin.

There is an [-]% chance that this is a "souvenir product".

Someone buys flowers and grows them himself. He really likes them, but he doesn't have that much money.

Some people want to resell. Such a person will first inquire about the price, and will not dislike the price.

Neither of these were bought for themselves.

Wu Hao is not afraid that they will dislike him, but he is afraid that they have no money.

Some people couldn't afford it and asked, "Brother, how much does this flower cost?"

Wu Hao intentionally let everyone nearby hear him, and shouted: "One hundred and eight thousand!"

This thing is like a object, as long as someone snatches it, "breaking" points is also a treasure!
Sure enough, upon hearing this number, many people gathered around.

There are transactions of tens of thousands of yuan every two days, and those of more than [-] yuan have basically nothing recently, and the prices are all increasing wildly.

A knowledgeable person said: "It's expensive."

The aunt stomped her feet just now and said angrily: "Why is it expensive? This flower is worth 30 yuan!"

The onlookers curled their lips, not counting the flowers that were fried. If the normal market price is used, this potted flower is not worth one hundred thousand.

"Come on, let me see."

A voice came from outside the crowd. Everyone looked over and recognized someone. It was Guo Fengyi, the manager of the flower company.

Wu Hao has seen his photos, and now in the mainland, a luxury Crown sedan worth [-] is definitely a luxury car, and the old boy has nothing to do with a car for a Clivia.

Guo Fengyi knew this Hong Kong Islander in a suit and exchanged pleasantries. It turned out that this was a Hong Kong businessman.

Guo Fengyi nodded with her acquaintances again and looked at the flowers.

The quality is worse than his pot.

Someone asked: "Is the price right?"

Guo Fengyi is an expert, if no one asks, he is ashamed to interrupt other people's business, and he will only speak when there are many people asking.

"It's a little more expensive, and the price can be raised when you meet a suitable buyer."

Everyone rolled their eyes and chattered.

Wu Hao smiled and said, "I don't have to worry about selling it."

Guo Fengyi nodded: "That's right!"

In the past few months, the Clivia is much easier to "marry" than the ugly girl.

After 2 minutes of silence, Wu Hao knew that the two targets would not buy, and he had finished understanding the market price last night.

This potted flower sells for [-], and it is not difficult to sell it for [-]. I deliberately asked for an extra [-] and waited for someone to bargain.

Ten thousand is not a small amount of money.

It is rare to meet a flower worth 10 yuan, and the crowd of onlookers will not disperse, and they can accompany it for an afternoon or even several days.

An old man in ordinary clothes knelt down and looked it over carefully before saying, "[-], let me see."

Wu Hao thought he would have to wait for a long time, but he didn't expect someone to buy it so soon, so he replied with a price: "[-] thousand, I definitely won't worry about selling it."

He didn't notice the old man just now, but now that he looks at it carefully, he looks rich, and he doesn't feel like a leader or a rich man.

More like the kind of second-hand dealer who has succeeded and started to enjoy life.

The old man nodded after hesitating, stretched out his hand and said, "Show me."

Seeing that the old man really wanted to buy it, everyone showed excitement, as if they had sold flowers worth 10 yuan.

There is also the feeling of picking up antiques.

Wu Hao pushed the bamboo basket with flowers forward and said, "Look."

No one dares to snatch a pot of flowers worth 10 yuan. It is courting death. If you can't run ten meters, you will be caught.

If there are dozens of pots, there will be nothing left.

This Clivia is the same as an antique, it must be put on the ground for others to pick up, otherwise it will fall when it is taken over, and the responsibility is not sure.

The old man had a smile in his eyes, first he lay down on the bamboo basket to check, and then took out a little soil to check, including the soil under the flowerpot.

Then he said to Guo Fengyi: "Help me take a look."

There are not so many rules for looking at flowers, but there are rules for being a human being. Guo Fengyi waited for Wu Hao to nod before helping to see.

The two of them checked for more than ten minutes before nodding to each other. They wanted to make sure that there was something wrong with the flowers, and they didn't want to raise them at home for a few days before they died.

If the 10 yuan is gone, I will hang myself.

Seeing that the old man was hesitant, Wu Hao didn't give him a chance to speak, and said, "Even if the soil is overturned, you must buy it. There is definitely nothing wrong with this flower, but it cannot guarantee you for a lifetime."

The old man smiled, stood up and said, "Go to the bank."

Wu Hao repacked the flowers and walked to the bank, looking at the old man and two young men following him.

Their faces are [-]% similar, they should be father and son, and they dare not buy such expensive things to go around alone.

Wu Xia and Wu Qiang followed and walked beside. This was agreed before, and most of the staring eyes disappeared immediately.

Wu Hao entered the bank and put the flowers on the ground for his brother to watch, and he and the old man started to go through the formalities.

Put the money away, pointed to the flowers on the ground and said, "Even the bag and quilt are yours."

The old man opened the woven bag and checked it again. He hugged his fists before leading his two sons away.

Wu Hao went out to enter the shopping mall, but seeing no one was following him, he asked Wu Qiang and the two to go for a walk on the street, and he wandered around.

I bought a scarf to protect my face, and a small hat to wear. I ran out the back door and ran down the street to find the Chinese tunic suit.

Seeing the middle-aged man a few minutes later, Xiao ran over and grabbed him and said, "Men, wait a minute."

(End of this chapter)