Jiang Haoru withdrew his gaze from the pot of flowers and smiled at Fan Jianqiang: "Sorry, I like to be arty and make Mr. Fan laugh. Please sit down quickly, Mr. Fan. I didn't expect it. It's so unexpected. I didn't expect Fan."
You sir are also of the same mind!"
Fan Qiangqiang sat down with a smile and said to Jiang Haoru: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Mr. Jiang. I actually know nothing about flowers. I like to look at flowers, but I never go into details. It's just for fun. To be honest, what is the name of this potted flower?"
I didn’t even know it, it was a gift from a friend.”
Jiang Haoru exclaimed: "Is this a gift?! Mr. Fan, do you know the value of this pot of orchids?"
He felt that the question was a bit contemptuous, so he changed his words and said: "Looking at the leaves of this potted flower, it should be Jianlan, and the flower shape is like a golden horsetail or a green mountain jade spring. A potted orchid is cheap, especially in recent years."
, more and more people are raising orchids, you can buy a seedling for five or ten yuan, and the flowers are the most common ones.
A pot costs dozens of yuan, but if a pot comes out with a famous brand, it is not unusual for it to cost from tens to hundreds of thousands, or even millions. No matter how ignorant I am, I can roughly estimate the price of this pot of flowers.
It can range from one hundred and eighty thousand to one million or even tens of millions, depending on whether a real expert can understand the varieties."
Fan Jianqiang lost his voice and said: "Can a pot of flowers be sold for so much money? Those made of gold are not worth that much, right!?"
Jiang Haoruo was indeed worthy of being called a "nymphomaniac". When he saw an orchid, he felt as if he had met his fate. He asked his subordinates to place the flowers in front of him, and while admiring them with an exaggerated expression, he introduced: "Orchids are all over the world.
Yes, there are various varieties. Our Chinese orchids are roughly divided into seven categories: Chunlan, Cymbidium, Jianlan, Hanlan, Molan, Chunjian, and Lotus-petal orchid.
There are thousands of horticultural varieties. Orchids are mainly for flowers, and it is difficult for non-experts to know their prices. Some rare varieties, even experts dare not easily estimate them, for fear that if they are wrongly estimated, they will make people laugh and ruin their generosity.
It has a reputation for itself. The leaves of this potted flower are wide and thick, upright like a sword. The petals are wide and thick, and the flower shape is 80% similar to that of a golden horsetail. The curling of the leaves is the most similar.
The gold threads on the leaves, you see, this is a golden horsetail. Some gold threads on the leaves of the golden horsetail are brownish red, and some are impure in color. Those are inferior varieties, and, generally speaking, the gold threads on the leaves are not pure.
A pot of golden horsetail rarely blooms with more than ten flowers, usually between five and nine. In this pot, not only the leaves are tall and straight, the growth is strong, but also
, the number of flowers has reached more than 20, far more than this. Just for this reason, the value of this pot of flowers is difficult to estimate. The flowers with golden ponytail can be divided into plain heart and colorful heart. This pot of yours... is simply indistinguishable.
! It has both plain and colorful elements, the floral fragrance is rich but not greasy, the color is gorgeous but not vulgar, the leaves are dense but not messy, and the overall viewing is very artistic!"
As soon as he talked about orchids, Jiang Haoru completely forgot himself. There was no one else in his eyes. He only focused on admiring the flowers and talked endlessly, as if he couldn't pull his eyes out.
"Mr. Jiang, if you say so, I also think this pot of flowers is quite beautiful. Unfortunately, I am a rough person and don't know how to appreciate it. If I give it to Master Jiang, it means that pink is given to beauties and swords are given to heroes. They complement each other."
Jiang Haoru finally took his eyes away from the flowers and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, this gift is too expensive, I can't accept it."
Fan Qiangqiang laughed: "Master Jiang, please don't be polite to me, and don't be afraid that I will ask you to do something because of this. In ancient times, people bought horse bones for thousands of gold, so why can't I give you a pot of flowers to make a friend?"
Jiang Haoru's smile became brighter and brighter, and the reception during the banquet became more harmonious.
For Jiang Haoru, even if a pot of flowers is worth more than a million, what does it mean? The important thing is that this pot of flowers was given to Fan Jianqiang by someone else. This is a completely different concept. Who is willing to give away such a precious orchid?
How could he be an ordinary person?
Therefore, changing cups and changing cups, the atmosphere is very harmonious.
After they had finished drinking and eating, Fan Jianqiang asked about Jiang Haoru's feet. Jiang Haoru's eyes showed a hint of hatred, and he said with a smile: "It's nothing. I underestimated the enemy. I had an operation and the tendon was connected, but
After I recover, I won’t be able to run away, but it doesn’t matter, our Aoki Clan is full of talented people, and there are plenty of people to do the fighting and killing!”
Qingmu Gang? The hall where Wei Xiaobao joined the Tiandihui seems to be called Qingmu Tang...
"Master Jiang..."
Jiang Haoru waved his hand hurriedly and said: "Mr. Fan, Mr. Jiang is only called Mr. Jiang by my subordinates and outsiders. Mr. Fan can just call me Brother Jiang."
Fan Qianqiang laughed: "That's fine, Brother Jiang. Brother Jiang should also know something about me from Brother Wen, right?"
Jiang Haoru said: "Kung Fu?"
Fan Jianqiang smiled reservedly: "Yes, I know a little bit about martial arts. Maybe you have read martial arts novels and you should know that people who practice martial arts practice their internal energy, right?"
Jiang Haoru asked curiously: "The inner family is really angry? Is this really possible?"
Fan Jianqiang did not answer his question, but smiled and said: "Brother Jiang and I have a very close relationship. If you don't mind me taking a look, I can give it a try and use inner energy to treat it. Oh, ugly words
I want to say that up front, I may not be able to cure it because I don’t practice enough."
Jiang Haoru was surprised and happy: "Mr. Fan, can you really show it to me?"
"It may not be successful, and I'm not 100% sure."
Jiang Haoru was pleasantly surprised: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Mr. Fan, you can just take a look at it! It doesn't matter if you can watch it!"
Although Jiang Haoru said he didn't care, although the leg was saved, he would definitely have a limp when walking in the future. As the boss of an underground gang, he naturally didn't like others calling him a lame behind his back.
Fan Jianqiang smiled faintly and said to Brother Wen and his subordinates: "Help Brother Jiang to sit on the sofa over there."
After Jiang Haoru sat down on the sofa in the private room and put his legs on the coffee table, Fan Jianqiang said without doubt: "Everyone, please stay away. In addition, I don't want anyone else to know about this."
Jiang Haoru said in a deep voice: "Did you hear what Mr. Fan said? If anyone talks nonsense about what happened today, I, Jiang Haoru, will kill his whole family!"
Seeing those people walking out, Fan Jianqiang smiled and said, "Brother Jiang, are you ready?"
Jiang Haoru solemnly said: "Mr. Fan, no matter whether my foot can be cured or not, I, Jiang Haoru, appreciate your kindness. If you have any trouble in the future, just say it and I will do my best! Even if you have to
I will also handle murder and arson for you! From now on, Mr. Fan, you will be my brother, Jiang Haoru!"
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "Brother Jiang, you are serious. What can I do that requires killing people and setting fires?"
Jiang Haoru slapped his head: "Yes, yes, I said the wrong thing. With Mr. Fan's ability, there is nothing he can't settle, hahaha..."
"Okay, Brother Jiang, stop talking, close your eyes, relax, I'm going to start."
Healing light.
Fan Jianqiang was unsure when he used this skill for the first time, but when he clearly felt a gas gathering in his palm, he suddenly felt confident, and a faint, almost invisible light flashed instantly.
After a moment, Fan Jianqiang quickly felt something.
Putting it on the place where Jiang Haoru operated, he immediately felt a strange energy seeping from the palm of his hand to Jiang Haoru's feet.
Jiang Haoru let out a sigh and his expression became extremely strange, but he remembered Fan Jianqiang's instructions and did not speak.
There is a warm gas seeping in!
Jiang Haoru couldn't help but opened his eyes and saw Fan Jianqiang's expression was very serious. Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and face. He felt that Fan Jianqiang's hands were shaking.
Within a moment, Fan Jianqiang's hair was all wet, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Jiang Haoru guessed that Fan Jianqiang's treatment must have consumed a lot of energy, and he was silently grateful in his heart.
You spicy asshole, surnamed Fan, you will be my real brother, Jiang Haoru, from now on!