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On December 29, it was very cold.

Lin San, wrapped in a large cotton-padded jacket, holding a suitcase, walked down the street with his feet deep. He was a worker in a nearby county town, his real name was not good, and he ranked third at home. Over time, he became Lin San.

In response to the government's call, he also raised two pots of flowers. Recently, his family has a tight budget and is approaching the New Year's Eve.

Inquiring along the way, it was easy to touch Hongqi Street, and found that there was no legendary rubbing shoulders, but instead formed a stream of people going out.

"Brother, this flower market won't open? Why are you going out?" He stopped a question.

"Do activities over there, hey don't drag me!"

The other party shoved, flashing in a hurry. Lin San glanced inwards again, the flower market seemed a bit deserted, and his heart was totaled, and he simply followed the crowd.

Not long after, he reached Stalin Avenue.

This is a crowd of people, crowded like a can of sardines, the cold wind is blocked everywhere, and it is actually a little warmer.

Lin San struggled to squeeze through a few people, and then he could no longer grab in. He had to stand around and watch. I saw a small piece of space in front of the department store, standing there alone, holding the microphone and saying:

"My name is Guo Fengyi, maybe many people know me. I have been growing flowers for more than ten years, from namelessness to small achievements, and now I have my own flower company. It can be said that I have watched how the gentleman's career is step by step. Come today.

Now that the government strongly supports it, the gentleman has become a city flower and has to export to earn foreign exchange. I see this environment, and I am in a great mood. I have today and I ca n’t do without the help of many people ... In order to celebrate the Chinese New Year, I can also count on giving back to my father and mother in the hometown, and making some contributions to the cause of the gentleman orchid. I specially invited two industry experts. Hold a Kao competition.

Starting from today, for a four-day period, everyone voluntarily signed up for the competition, and we made a judgment. On the fourth day, we will select the better quality gentleman from the previous competition, and then we will decide the top three.

The first place is the champion in the flower, which is our Kao! I personally reward 10,000 yuan!

Second place, spend the top spot in the list, reward 5,000 yuan!

The third place is to find flowers among flowers and reward three thousand yuan ... "

Buzz!

Lin San couldn't hear what he said. The ears were full of clamor, and he was also bursting with blood.

For 10,000 yuan, I earn fifty yuan a month, five hundred a year, only twenty years!

He only felt gray in front of him, the words seemed to fall to the ground, the crowd seemed to stand still for a moment, and then suddenly started, rushing forward like crazy.

He pushed the person in front and was pushed by the person in the back. His feet were almost off the ground, and he also moved forward, and then stood still.

I don't know what happened. Lin San felt a little hot. He pulled the button of the big jacket off, and it was still hot.

After waiting for a long time, he finally came to the front, just about to enter the door, but was stopped.

"Will you sign up?"

"what!"

"First pay five yuan for the registration fee."

"five yuan?!!"

Lin San almost jumped up. Five dollars was enough for himself to eat for several days. He wanted to go, but he saw several people nearby had already paid to enter the door.

My own flowers are good, in case I won the first prize, but 10,000 yuan bonus! He hadn't realized the other value yet, just stared at this, ruthlessly, and paid the money to enter.

After entering, they lined up again, but there were more railings and they were tied with ropes, which were artificially separated into three rows.

He followed the team dizzy. When there were only a few people in front of him, he saw a desk with a plug on his head, and a young man with glasses sitting on it, and there was a brand name on the table.

"Level C, not eligible for the next round."

"What's the matter? Lao Tzu raises flowers for half a year, so you give a C grade?"

A bald head jumped out and shouted loudly, "What kind of **** expert are you to cheat money? I don't play anymore, give me five dollars!"

The bald head is fierce and evil, and he has to do it at any time.

The young man was particularly gentle and smiled, "We didn't force you to sign up, it was all voluntary. Since you come to participate, I will be fair and just as a judge. The good flower is good, the bad is bad, if your flower is not good grade, I gave Class A, that is to be fooled by others and unfair to others. "

"That's right, why don't you spend your time arguing?"

"Quickly roll the calves, others still queue up!"

"Go out!"

"Go out!"

As soon as everyone echoed, the bald head also counseled, holding the pot of broken flowers and leaving indignantly.

Soon it was Lin San's turn.

"Hello, I look at your flowers." The young man smiled.

"Ah, oh!"

He quickly opened the box and took out a pot of gentleman's orchid.

"The warming measures are done well, it is a flower lover."

The young man first commented on the wooden box, and then carefully observed, "You are a big victory, how many years have you raised?"

"More than two years, the first year did not bloom, only opened this year." Lin San's voice was shaking.

"The leaves are medium-wide, short-pointed, shiny wax, smooth feel, narrow veins, obvious protrusions, bright red flowers and neat, good appearance ..."

He nodded and took a strange piece of red paper, "A wait, you can participate in the next round, go to register there first."

Lin San was still ignorant, holding flowers to the table next to him. An employee of Guo Fengyi was responsible for registration and using a ruler to measure.

"Lin Youeg, No. XX Street XX, X County, one big victory, 70 leaves, six flowers ..."

"Collect this and come to the final in a few days."

"Oh!"

Only then did Lin San understand that the original class A talents could participate in the final selection and looked at the cards again, and inexplicably came up with two major characters.

He walked out of the hall, and the cold wind blew a lot outside, but he was immediately scared by a few people who rushed up.

"How long do you wait?"

"How many ratings?"

"A, A, etc."

"Is there red paper?"

"Have……"

Lin San shook out the red piece of paper, and the eyes of those few people lit up, and they could not grab it immediately.

"Five thousand, five thousand sell me!"

"Roll the calf, you will give five thousand yuan to you? I will give ten thousand, ten thousand!

"Without any sincerity, I will offer twenty thousand!"

Twenty thousand!

He shook again, and immediately wanted to blurt out and sold. But somehow, my usual not-so-smart head suddenly turned around. If I take a champion, oh no, even if I get a flower, not more than 20,000 yuan?

"Do not sell or not sell, I still choose Kao!"

He resisted the impulse and walked down the stairs and was stopped by another person.

"Hello, I am a reporter from the" Gentleman's Daily ". Have you just participated in the selection?"

"Uh yes."

"Can you talk about feelings, how do you feel?"

"feel……"

In just half a day, Lin San has gone through a big battle that he has not seen in his entire life. He slowed down in his heart and tried his best to calm down: "It feels very good. There are three experts in it. It ’s my first class. "

"Can I see your flowers then?"

"Okay."

He took the flowers out again, and the people around him hurryed up and talked eloquently.

"This big victory is short, but the appearance is really good. No wonder it is given to Jia."

"The experts inside are quite reliable. I gave it to Class B, but I still refused to accept it. They told me meticulously."

"Show me a young guy, what is called Liu, they are really professional, anyway, I'm serving."

"Hey, I am also an expert from Liu. I don't show anything from the capital, and I have a very good attitude."

"Click!"

The reporter snapped this photo and took another one for Lin San.

He has taken two photos in half his life, feeling helpless and extremely stiff. After the reporter left, Lin San was in no hurry to go home and simply wandered around the mall to see what else was going on.

…………

"I'm a little bit more experienced compared to some people, but compared to a lot of seniors, I'm still a newcomer. But since I got involved in this Kao contest, I have a big face to be a judge.

Let me introduce the two next to you. This one should all know, Mr. Yang Zonghai. "

Boom!

The following people applauded, Yang Zonghai was also a famous flower grower, and was drawn by Guo Fengyi to fill the scene.

"This is Mr. Liu Qinghou, don't look at the young age, the knowledge is great, I specially invited from Beijing."

Boom!

You did n’t know it before, but now you know it, and many people have been commented on.

Guo Fengyi deserved to be a personal thing. He organized the event for the first time, but he adapted very well. Determine the goodness of the gentleman. "

In the top ten flower markets in Spring City, 400,000 people are buying and selling flowers every day, but there has never been such an opportunity, and I have asked a few experts to give you lectures.

Everyone filled the ground on the first floor, and squeezed outside when they couldn't stand, listening to the big glass. Men and women, young and old, silent, all faces are suppressed enthusiasm and madness.

Looking at this scene, Rao Shi Guo Fengyi saw the storm and couldn't help but feel excited.

Director Liu is right, this market is booming, but it is scattered and lacks organization. Everyone knows that good flowers sell high and bad flowers sell low, but how to judge good and bad? Who has the final say?

When he accepted the proposal, he didn't fully understand it, and now he understands that the one who picks the head first is the one who says it!

(In the evening ...)