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Chapter 472 Picked up a bunch of red flowers

Lao Zheng kept staring at Su Jian. Seeing her dull expression, he knew that Guo was trying to trick them, so he didn't want to waste time here.

Having been in business for many years, I have already figured out the routines in business wars. There is no need to feel that you are being fooled, and you will get angry and lower your authority when buying and selling.

Fang Yong is also among their team.

He was only interested in the flowers and plants around him. Others ran to look at the stones. He squatted next to the gardener and asked him for a discarded red flower.

"If you like, there are many more over there."

"The more the better, the more the better."

Safflower has medicinal value, but Fang Yong just did it out of professional habit and did not want the medicinal materials to be wasted.

He didn't understand why the owner didn't pick the mature flowers and dry them. Most of such a large garden was planted with ornamental flowers, and only a small amount had medicinal value, many of which were precious.

People who have no money are afraid of getting sick because the cost of medicine is like a bottomless pit. For example, Old Man Li, whose four sons were unfilial, ended up dying of pain and had no money to buy a pack of painkillers.

Rich people waste precious medicinal materials at will.

With a heart of compassion but unable to save all sentient beings, Fang Yong sighed and stuffed a handful of red flowers into his mouth. The gardener next to him stared at him like a fool.

In the warehouse, all the prices quoted by Boss Guo for rough stones were exaggeratedly high. Su Jian was not interested at all and hinted to Lao Zheng to leave quickly.

"Lao Xia, these friends of yours are not strong enough!"

Boss Guo looked unhappy and worked with him for a long time, but they didn't buy anything?

"Lao Guo, I'm really short of money. I'm sorry for causing you trouble this time."

Xia Weidong greeted the eighteenth generation of his ancestors in his heart.

Are you crazy about money? We are all insiders, who doesn’t know the price of rough stones?

If he really regarded himself as a friend and offered the price sincerely, so that he was no longer a human being inside and out, Old Zheng and Miss Su Jian would definitely think that he was colluding with him to deceive others.

Bah! There will be no chance of cooperation.

Seeing Fang Yong holding flowers, Su Jian couldn't help laughing.

"No money, do you want to pick up some?"

Lao Zheng immediately bent down and picked up the messy red flowers that had been trampled on the ground.

Boss Guo's nose is so angry that he is so angry. Where did these bunch of bumpkins come from? Are you willing to pick up this "leak" from him?

"It's not good, boss. The lady suddenly became ill and fainted. Please go and have a look."

As soon as Boss Guo heard this, he couldn't care less about Lao Zheng and the others, so he ran to Xiaobailou.

"Old Zheng, look at what happened. They all blame me for not knowing people well." Xia Weidong sincerely apologized to them.

"It's okay, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Since the master has something to do, let's go and don't cause trouble to others."

The group of people walked out, and Zhongli, who was lagging behind, handed Su Jian a bright red rose.

"Sent to me?"

"Well, it doesn't count as the first time you send flowers, so it's not allowed to be recorded."

The first time you send flowers must be on a solemn occasion. The junior sister is obviously unhappy, so use the flowers to make her happy first.

Sure enough, a pair of almond-shaped eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Thank you, senior brother."

There was a chaos in the small white building. The doctor usually stayed by the eldest lady's side, but this time he had something to do at home and asked for leave but did not come.

Boss Guo was furious, "Hurry up and drive to the hospital."

"Boss, we are more than 20 kilometers away from the nearest hospital. Miss, get there..."

Will my hair be braided when I get there?

"What do you propose?"

The people below shut up and hurriedly went to drive.

Su Jian and others stopped.

It stands to reason that Fang Yong has just suffered a loss, and he will gain wisdom from the experience and should not meddle in others' affairs.

But how many doctors can be so indifferent? Their first reaction when seeing critically ill patients is to find ways to save them!

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