"The kid from the Qian family is getting married in two days, don't forget to give him the gift."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bei fell silent.

He knew that person and was his classmate. Unexpectedly, he was already married now.

The wisest choice at this time is not to say anything, otherwise Wang Laoer will definitely be able to give him a live performance of a contemporary person's daily routine of urging marriage.

This kind of thing really gives Zhang Bei a headache. He has no intention of finding a partner at all.

This thing all depends on fate, you may meet the right person one day.

The call was hung up, and Zhang Bei breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you don't rush to get married, everything is fine!

After hanging up the phone, Wang Laoer turned around and shouted to his wife.

"How's the matter of finding a mate for the boss?"

"There are already many candidates, and I'm just asking for photos!"

The entire intelligence station is now extremely concerned about finding a partner for the leader.

Almost everyone was mobilized to select an outstanding little girl for Zhang Bei.

However, the difficulty is not that great.

First of all, ordinary little girls don’t have to think about it at all, even though they don’t know how much money their boss has.

But judging from the gifts given by bank managers every year, this is not a small amount.

The second is to urge marriage, but two people must have something in common, right?

The boss graduated from college and has a wide network of contacts. It is really hard to find someone who wants to chat with the boss.

Nothing is difficult in the world as long as there are people who are willing.---Kong Yixin.

Thanks to the efforts of the intelligence station, this matter has turned around.

After all, three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged college students are everywhere.

Judging from the current information alone, there are now four or five young girls who meet the requirements.

Time is like Zhang Bei's freedom, which may disappear at any time.

The night passed quietly, Zhang Bei yawned and sat in Wang Laoer's car.

Looking for lightning to strike wood is a private matter for Zhang Bei, so he doesn't need much help.

"Just the two of us today?"

Zhang Bei nodded and thought about the location of the tree struck by lightning in his memory.

"Let's go to Yifeng first, the old forest next to the pine tower forest."

Wang Laoer thought about it and soon knew the specific location Zhang Bei mentioned.

"That place is not easy to walk around!"

"It's easier to go in from the side of the Pine Tower Forest."

"Okay!"

Pressing the accelerator lightly, the car drove towards its destination.

Zhang Bei leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed, thinking about the trip after finishing the mountain run.

After being brought down by Lei Zhimu, he also wanted to see the old Taoist priest.

After walking around there, it is also necessary to take a trip to the south.

According to his experience, the birth of a mountain god does not necessarily have to be a famous mountain.

Just like Sapphire, this little loli was born just because of a mudslide.

Logically speaking, Kunlun Mountain should have a mountain god anyway, but it happened to be completely silent there.

Zhang Bei once curiously asked Lao Bai about this. According to him, the reasons were very complicated.

Zhang Bei didn't understand the bunch of terms at all. He only knew that before the Ming Dynasty, the birth of mountain gods was regular, but after the Ming Dynasty it was completely random.

Although there are no mountain gods in famous mountains in the Yunnan-Guizhou area, there should be a chance for mountain gods to be born due to the existence of fungi.

The car swayed all the way and finally stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Bei stretched and stood by the car to adjust the live broadcast equipment.

"Good morning!"

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Sister Zhou can also rush: [I was a step too slow, and the sofa waved to me.]

One sword defeated the Nineteen States: [Front row, by the way, what kind of live broadcast room is this? 】

The phone bill is full of nonsense: [Oops, slow down again!]

"We are not going to run up the mountain today. We are mainly looking for lightning-struck trees. We will also draw prizes once on the way and again before going down the mountain."

It's impossible for Zhang Bei to let so many people in the live broadcast room get the Lightning Strike Wood.

Even if he was exhausted, he wouldn't be able to do it.

Although there is a clear gap between the European Emperor and the African Chieftain through the lottery, it is indeed the best way.

Since the main purpose of today was not to run up the mountain, Wang Laoer and Zhang Bei did not separate and walked slowly towards the mountain.

Zhang Bei is also interested in chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room.

“Cultured ginseng?”

Zhang Bei looked at the barrage and scratched his head. Is there anything interesting about this thing?

For mountaineers like them, the breeding base has seen too much.

To put it bluntly, it is a greenhouse that is buckled up and adjusted at all times using temperature and water control equipment.

Understory ginseng will grow rapidly in this environment.

Of course, the medicinal power of understory ginseng grown in this situation is only slightly higher than that of white radish.

But at least this thing is also a ginseng, which can replenish the body to some extent.

Moreover, this thing is cultivated on a large scale, and the annual output is really large.

Many people in the food industry cooperate with this kind of breeding base and purchase them uniformly in autumn.

It's like the ginseng chicken soup you often see. The price of a bowl is about 70 yuan, and there is a large ginseng in it.

In fact, the cost of chicken soup is ten to fifteen yuan, and the cost of ginseng is only two or three yuan.

Zhang Bei looked at the breeding bases that kept flashing across the barrage, and decided to do a popular science issue.

"After taking the Lightning Strike Tree down the mountain in the afternoon, I will take you to Wang Laoer's breeding base."

After hearing Zhang Bei's words, Wang Laoer was also full of confusion.

"What's there to see in that place?"

"Let's do some popular science. There is a lot of knowledge about wild ginseng and understory ginseng, only the cultivated ones are missing."

"OK!"

Wang Laoer didn't care much. Many mountain runners had their own breeding areas.

There are even many people who are not mountain runners who specialize in this.

No mystery at all!

But it’s normal for them, but how many people in the live broadcast room have seen it before?

In their eyes, for such a delicate thing as ginseng, the breeding base must be very high-end!

Zhang Bei did not continue to pay attention to this group of netizens, but studied the background of the live broadcast room after today's update.

After the big update, many functions have been moved, and there will be a lottery draw later, so he needs to get familiar with it.

Talking while walking, the time on the road passed quickly.

Zhang Bei and Wang Laoer both stay in the mountains all year round, and when they go all out, their speed is very fast.

It was approaching noon, and the two of them had already passed a mountain top and were close to their destination.

Looking at the forest of trees in front of him, Zhang Bei found a stone and sat down.

"Take a rest. There is a river next to the forest. Let's have something to eat."

Wang Laoer took out his cell phone and looked at the time.

"How many do you plan to take with you?"

Lightning strike wood is worth a lot of money. If you find a Taoist who knows the goods, you can sell it for tens of thousands.

But to say it's not worth it, it's too smokey to burn on a fire.
Chapter completed!