After school in the afternoon, Zhong Yun went home directly.

When he walked into the front yard, Zhong Yun found that the lights at home were on. He couldn't help but feel happy. His parents were very busy recently and had not been home for more than a week.

When he opened the door, both of his parents were on the sofa. He was about to go up to say hello, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong with their expressions.

"Dad, mom, you are back." Zhong Yun felt a little nervous. The first reaction was that the instruments piled in the guest room were discovered by them.

Zhong Pingjiang sat upright in the chair with a very serious expression. Yunrong looked at her husband, then turned to look at her son, but she wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong?" At this time, Zhong Yun could only pretend to be stupid.

Zhong Pingjiang sighed softly and said calmly, "Come and sit down."

Zhong Yun was a little surprised. In my memory, this father was a real strict father. When he was a child, he would be taught severely if he did something wrong.

The most memorable time was that Xiao Zhongyun and his parents visited a friend's house. Because of his naughtyness, they smashed the exquisite Jialan carvings of his friend's house. After returning home, they beat Zhong Pingjiang up. The pain that time is still fresh in memory.

When did he become so kind? Zhong Yun sat aside with a strange expression and turned his inquiring eyes to his mother. This time his mother did not help him, but just shook her head.

Holding your breath, ready to face the upcoming storm.

"Xiaoyun, you are seventeen years old this year."

Zhong Pingjiang spoke, which was beyond Zhong Yun's unexpected calm. There was a feeling of time in his voice.

Zhong Yun nodded foolishly, and for a moment, Zhong Yun seemed to have returned to Earth. The night before his accident, he was in the same house, his father, and the same opening...

My father's loud voice rang in his ears again, and the harsh words were filled with deep concern and expectation.

In a trance, the man in my memory and the man in front of me coincided with each other.

"Time flies so fast, and in three years, you will become an adult."

Zhong Yun suddenly noticed that there were a few wrinkles on the corner of his father's face.

"You have grown up and can handle your own affairs alone..."

His eyes were swollen, so he must have been in for a few nights.

"Men must be responsible and have the courage to take responsibility for what they do."

He looks so tired. Is it the burden of the family that he can't breathe?

"you……"

"Dad, stop talking." Zhong Yun rubbed his red eyes and took a deep breath, "I won't tell you, because I'm afraid you will worry."

"Xiaoyun..." Yunrong looked at her son and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Let him say it." Zhong Pingjiang interrupted his wife.

Zhong Yun calmly faced his parents, "I bought those instruments myself, and the money I earned myself."

Zhong Pingjiang was very calm. He didn't interrupt and waited for his son to continue talking.

"I know this is incredible, but it is indeed true. I can prove it to you. Wait for me." After Zhong Yun said that, he ran to the backyard.

"Do you believe what he said?"

Yunrong asked worriedly that she was very worried that her son would be taken astray. The company she worked in was related to instruments. She knew very well the price of those instruments. An ordinary seventeen-year-old boy could not pay millions of dollars.

"I believe in my son." Zhong Pingjiang's words were full of determination.

In the backyard, Zhong Yun paused under his feet, and when he walked again, his steps became lighter.

Both of them were surprised to see their son holding a pot of flowers and putting them carefully on the table.

After seeing the pot of flowers clearly, both of them were sucked in their eyes. Yunrong sighed, "So beautiful."

There were ten flowers in total, nine of which were slightly smaller, and a larger light red flower surrounded the middle like stars arching the moon. The light red petals were as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent, and dazzling.

However, every wrinkle shows a full life tension and makes people feel its vigorous vitality. The fragility and indomitable life form a strange sense of contradiction, which makes people fall into it.

A quiet fragrance spreads in the room, faint and refreshing.

"Did you buy this?" Yun Rong said happily. Women cannot resist all the beautiful things.

"No." Zhong Yun corrected, "I planted it."

Although Yunrong was curious that her son had such skills, she didn't think too much about it. She was not very interested in feeding flowers and plants, and she didn't know how valuable the pot of flowers on the table was.

Zhong Pingjiang knew a lot more and knew that this thing was valuable. That was thanks to his boss who liked to plant flowers. He usually searched for some such information, followed his boss's preferences, and accumulated some knowledge of flowers.

However, he didn't understand the true value of this pot of flowers, and thought that it would be enough to sell for more than 100,000 yuan.

Thinking of this, he frowned, "You mean, your money is earned by growing flowers?"

"That's right." Zhong Yun nodded.

Yunrong couldn't help but question, "How much is this pot of flowers worth?"

Zhong Yun was so terrified that this was an ordinary flower? If this pot of flowers was taken to the flower market, it would cause the entire Mingzhou and even Davao to go crazy.

"How much is it worth?" Zhong Yun raised his tone, feeling that saying to them two outsiders was simply playing the piano with a cow, but he seemed to have forgotten that a month ago, he was just an outsider who knew nothing.

"You won't believe it if I say it. You can find out if you go and inquire. My pot of flowers is called 'Nine Stars Companion Moon', and the unique 'Nine Stars Companion Moon'." Zhong Yun's tone was full of pride.

After saying that, he returned to the room with flowers, leaving the couple looking at each other in the living room. Yunrong whispered, "Listen to Xiaoyun's tone, the pot of flowers seems to be really valuable."

Zhong Pingjiang recalled, "I heard from the manager that a pot of flowers was sold at a sky-high price of 80 million in the past few years."

Yunrong was startled, "This pot of small plants is so valuable?" She felt unimaginable.

Zhong Pingjiang smiled and said, "Are you willing to spend 200,000 yuan to buy Fana's replica?"

"What's the same?" Yun Rong said angrily.

No matter how rich their imagination is, they will never think about how much this pot of flowers can be worth.

Yunrong suddenly said, "What are Xiaoyun doing for buying so many instruments? He is just a middle school student, and those instruments are enough for college students."

Zhong Pingjiang shook his head, but he couldn't figure it out either.

"But those instruments are very safe, let him do whatever he wants. As long as he doesn't go to the evil path." Finally, Yunrong said.

"You have to find someone else to confirm this matter. Don't your cousin likes to collect flowers? If you go and ask him, I will ask my boss."

"Um."

Back in the room, Zhong Yun started working, and the floor of the room was filled with parts removed from the chemical instruments. With professional tools, it didn't take much time to remove these parts.

The real difficulty was assembling these parts. Fortunately, what ZERO gave him was not the drawings, but the video of the demonstration. In this way, it took him all night.

After a long yawn, Zhong Yun looked at the strange thing on the ground. Because it was pieced together by Dongdong, it looked very abstract and most eye-catching, and it was two metal bowls on the top.

Zhong Yun was very curious about what the purpose of this thing was. This broken thing cost him millions. Thinking about it, his heart still felt a little bit of pain.

But I think ZERO won’t let him do meaningless things, and ZERO’s productions are all epoch-making good things. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but look forward to it.
Chapter completed!