"Zhong Yun."

Zhong Yun was confused and heard someone calling him, he raised his head blankly and saw a woman's face, which was their squad leader.

"Zhong Yun, we're going to set out tomorrow, it's time to pay your money."

Seeing that he was not awake, the class monitor frowned and thought, "I always sleep in class, no wonder I get the lowest grade every time."

"Money? What's the money?" Zhong Yun woke up a little.

Chen Wen, who was sitting in front, noticed the movement here and said to the woman, "Squad Leader, I'll pay for his money." Then he took out a card and swiped it on the trading device in the squad Leader's hand.

The female squad leader glanced at the trading device in his hand, and saw that the money had already been put on, and left with contempt for Zhong Yun.

Zhong Yun was completely awake at this time. Without asking how much Chen Wen had just paid, he asked, "Is there any event held in the class?"

"Don't you know?" Chen Wen looked at him strangely, "No wonder your grades are worse than mine. It seems that you are listening in class."

Zhong Que had a few black lines on his face. The poor grades were an eternal pain in his heart. Thinking about the fact that he was on Earth, his grades were among the top ten in the class. Unexpectedly, he became the last one here. It was so embarrassing.

"Did I not take a month's sick leave? How could I know?"

"Oh yes." Chen Wen remembered this.

"Tomorrow is a highly anticipated day for academic travel." He said with great expectations, but his expression seemed indifferent.

“It turned out to be an academic trip.”

Zhong Yun suddenly realized that academic travel can be regarded as a benefit for students, twice a year, seven days a year, organized by the school, and usually visits some famous scenic spots.

For students, this is indeed something that they are looking forward to. Stay away from the family’s control, you can play with the utmost without studying.

More importantly, you can openly convene the person you like.

The students here are so happy. Zhong Yun remembered that when he was on Earth, he had been in junior high school for a total of six years and had not even organized an outing in the school. He couldn't help but feel very envious of the students here.

Zhong Yun asked, "Where are you going this time?"

“Fenghua Market.”

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At Zhong Yun's house, the door was suddenly pushed open. Zhong Pingjiang and Yunrong ran in panting. The two of them rushed to the backyard without stopping.

Only when the two of them were relieved when they saw the pot of "Nine Stars Companion Moon" placed there was a good deal.

The flowers were moved to the table in the living room with great value. The two sat on one side, holding their breath, and did not dare to let out a breath, as if they were afraid of accidentally disturbing the delicate flowers.

"Nine Stars Companion Moon" exudes a confusing charm. The two of them watched quietly, unwilling to speak, and it took a long time to go on.

"You have found out clearly. This... is really the one you said?" Yunrong asked her husband softly, but she still felt like she was in a dream.

"I've seen panoramic images, and I can't go wrong."

Zhong Pingjiang was a little hesitant and still didn't dare to be too sure. After all, this was too incredible.

Today, he found an opportunity and chatted with the manager who likes to plant flowers for a while. When he mentioned "Nine Stars Companion Moon", the manager was surprised.

"I didn't expect you to have heard of this long-lost top-quality product."

Zhong Pingjiang was shocked and pretended to say inadvertently that he saw it online by accident.

The manager laughed, "Of course you can't see the real thing."

"The Nine Stars of the Moon was actually cultivated with the seeds of the Twin Lan. It is said that the Twin Lan can cultivate a series of many varieties. Unfortunately, it was annihilated with the disappearance of the Kalan civilization."

This manager is still very real, and few people know about this. In fact, he is the vice president of the Mingzhou Flower Association.

Zhong Pingjiang had a perfect surprise on his face. His years of career have forged his extraordinary emotional intelligence, and he will not reveal himself in such a situation. However, his heart beat faster and several beats.

Things are precious because they are rare, which is a law that is valid throughout the universe. Since the cultivation method of "nine stars accompany the moon" has been lost, its value is self-evident.

He had a intuition in his heart that his son was afraid that he had planted something extraordinary.

"The last time Nine Stars Companion Moon appeared was at an exhibition of Liberty Star decades ago, but it was later mysteriously stolen. This incident caused a lot of controversy, but it was not found out who stole the 'Nine Stars Companion Moon'. A unsolved case was left."

"Then it must be very valuable." Zhong Pingjiang asked in his tone.

The manager shook his head, with a little regret on his face, "I can't buy it even if I have money."

"But a few days ago, Fair Garden bought a copy of "Seven Fairies", which is the same series as "Nine Stars Companion Moon". I heard that it cost 200 million Omi coins."

"'Nine Stars Companion Moon' is more precious than the 'Seven Fairies', at least not less than 200 million."

Hearing the "two million aomi coins", Zhong Pingjiang made a fool of himself. He worked in a bank and the amount of money he used to hand in every day was much larger than this. But when these 200 million may become himself, no one can face it calmly.

If I had 200 million, I would be able to realize my dream. Zhong Pingjiang only felt his blood rushing to his forehead.

When Zhong Pingjiang learned the true value of the pot of flowers in his backyard, he could no longer sit still. He asked the manager for leave and drove the car. He never stepped on the accelerator to the end, but he never took the accelerator to the end.

At the doorstep, she happened to bump into her equally anxious wife. She learned the value of "Seven Stars Companion Moon" from her "Flower Man" cousin, and rushed home with the same mood as her husband.

The couple looked at each other, and their hearts were connected, and everything was indifferent.

"What if this dead Xiaoyun throws such a valuable thing in the backyard casually. What if someone stolen it?" As a member of the sales planning department of a large company, Yunrong has a strong sense of risk.

Zhong Pingjiang smiled bitterly. As an assistant to the company's administrative department manager, he believed that he had seen many big things, but he still couldn't hold back when facing hundreds of millions of dollars.

Both of them were full of great doubts about what happened to their son.

No one knows his son than his parents. What kind of material is Zhong Yun? They know very well that the IQ test results in their school days are still a pain in their hearts.

Their biggest wish is that their son can go to an ordinary university, find a stable job after graduation, and then find a normal girlfriend to live a peaceful life. As for the rest, he dare not have the slightest hope.

But now he planted flowers that were lost in the legend, worth hundreds of millions of Omi coins. This contrast made them feel incredible. Especially in the notice sent by the school last semester, the big bright red D evaluation was still flashing in front of their eyes.

Could it be that my son has some kind of talent and is ignored by me?

They were eagerly waiting for their son to return from school to figure it out.

But they were a little late. Just when Yunrong couldn't help calling her son to urge him to go home, his message rang in the room, "My mom, today is a school trip, and it will take a week to come back. If you have anything, call me."

The two looked at each other, but they didn't expect that at this critical moment, their son actually went on a school trip. At this time, he was afraid that he could only call later on the plane.

The two of them couldn't, so they could only wait patiently.

Yunrong suddenly said, "Honey, how should I deal with this pot of flowers? Is it really going to be sold?"

Zhong Pingjiang slowly breathed, "Selling is for sale, but you have to ask Xiaoyun first, after all, he planted this flower."

Yunrong suddenly became excited, "With this money, we can realize our dream."

"Um."

Zhong Pingjiang was silent for a while and asked, "What channel should I do to take action?"

Yunrong considered it, "If you want to maximize your interests, it is best to go to an auction house. However, if Xiaoyun is exposed in this way, it may cause a lot of trouble."

“That’s only…”

"black market."

The two said in unison.

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