"Oh, don't squeeze..."

"My feet, who steps on my feet!"

The price Fang Yuan and others paid for entering the inner layer of the encirclement was all kinds of complaints, shouts, and noises! However, the three of them pretended not to hear and looked around curiously.

In the middle of the dense crowd, there is a small circle. There is a small stool in the circle. An old man with a half-bald head and white hair is sitting on the small stool, communicating with others with a kind smile on his face.

.

Next to the old man, there is a small tree more than one meter high. The small tree has branches and leaves, and is growing well. The branches and leaves are green, and some buds have just been sprouted, giving it a full of vitality.

At first glance, needless to say, the three of them naturally understood that this old man must be the Huang Lao known to everyone, and Xiaoshu was undoubtedly the famous Hai/Nan Huanghuali.

Fang Yuan looked at it, and there was a bright light in his eyes. He hurriedly tugged on Hua Feng's sleeve and said with a bit of fondness: "Brother Hua, that's it... what we are looking for."

"What?" Hua Feng was startled, then realized and exclaimed: "It's a spirit..."

"That's right." Fang Yuan nodded solemnly, very sure. Even if others could not see any clues, he could see it very clearly. On the branches and leaves of this huanghuali plant, there is clearly a layer of

Layer glow rendering.

These halos are the aura, and the aura of the spiritual plant is the spirituality of the plant. Judging from the range of halo rendering, Fang Yuan can also be sure that this huanghuali tree has strong spirituality and is very suitable for Feng Shui layout.

At this time, Hua Feng was overjoyed at first, then frowned and said in a low voice: "Brother Fang, is it true that only precious tree species can become spiritual plants? If that is the case, then there will be big trouble."

Not only is it troublesome, but it is also a big burden. After all, the price of precious tree species is not low. Who knows how many spiritual plants Fang Yuan needs to arrange the Feng Shui bureau. If he needs a dozen trees, forget it. If he needs dozens or hundreds of trees, the money will not be high.

few.

Of course, Huafeng is not short of money, but he is worried that precious tree species are scarce and may not be able to buy them if he has money.

"Brother Hua, you are wrong." Fang Yuan was very happy: "The formation of spiritual plants is not based on the type of tree species, but on the geographical environment. As you just heard, this huanghuali tree was cultivated by those Huang Lao.

Maybe he also planted other tree species in the place where he cultivated huanghuali. And the chance of those tree species becoming spiritual plants is not low."

"Wait a minute, are you trying to say..." Hua Feng was very smart and said straight away: "The place where he planted the trees may be a geomantic treasure land?"

"It's possible." Fang Yuan nodded and said: "There are only two reasons why plants have spirituality and condense their aura. Either they are exposed to wind and rain in the wild and absorb enough essence of the sun and the moon, and the heaven and earth are transformed.

The aura will then metamorphose. Or it will grow in a place with sufficient aura. If it is nourished enough, it will become a natural Feng Shui tree."

"They also said that this huanghuali tree is only seven or eight years old, but it has a strong spirituality, so it is unlikely that it will deteriorate through accumulation. It must be closely related to the growth environment."

After analysis, Fang Yuan was very sure: "Brother Hua, this may be a turning point. Don't miss it. Instead of wandering around the plantation aimlessly, it is better to lock in this goal. It feels more promising."

"Yes." Hua Feng nodded heavily, then patted Dongfang Weiwen on the shoulder. He solemnly said: "Xiao Liu, it depends on your performance next."

"What are you doing?" Dongfang Weidao asked confusedly, not understanding what he meant.

"Go talk to that old man and ask him how to sell his things and whether he still has them at home." Hua Feng whispered.

"Why don't you go?" Dongfang Weiwei said inexplicably: "I asked, it's not you who pays in the end, so why bother?"

"I'm the boss." Hua Feng glared and said, "Can't I ask you to do something?"

"...Okay!" Dongfang Weihua spat with a small mouth: "Bullying others with power, a black-hearted boss..."

After muttering a few words, Dongfang Wei walked up obediently and asked crisply: "Grandpa, do you want to sell this tree?"

At this time, Mr. Huang was chatting with his friends when he suddenly heard someone interjecting. He was somewhat displeased and felt that this person did not understand the rules. But when he looked back, he saw a pretty and cute little girl.

In an instant, the traces of displeasure on the faces of Mr. Huang and his friends immediately disappeared, and they subconsciously revealed a pleasant smile.

Fang Yuan saw this change very clearly. At this time, he finally understood why Huafeng insisted on bringing Dongfang Weiwei to the flower market. It must be said that this was a wise move. The two of them were rough

When men talk and communicate with others, how can there be a beautiful girl who makes people happy?

Facts have proved that everyone has a love for "beauty", and the elderly are no exception. For example, this old man Huang, after seeing Dongfang Weiwan, had a very kind smile on his face: "Girl, you want to buy a tree?

"

"It's not me who wants to buy it, it's my boss." Dongfang Weiwei pointed at Huafeng and whispered: "He asked me to ask you if you can sell this tree? If so, sell it to him. He

If he is a wealthy person, you can give him a high price and kill him."

"Haha." Mr. Huang was amused and stroked his beard and said: "He is your boss. Are you afraid of him being angry if you... plot against him like this?"

"It's okay. If you didn't tell me, how could he know?" Dongfang Weijia said with a smile, "Grandpa, I'm sure you won't betray me, right?"

Mr. Huang smiled and asked again: "Girl, don't you want to study? How come you are working at such a young age? How does your boss treat you? Is he not bullying you?"

Speaking of which, Dongfang Weiwei's little face is very deceptive. She has good skin, a baby face, and is dewy and tender. She looks like she is only sixteen or seventeen years old. If she is said to be a middle school student, I guess everyone will not believe it.

suspect.

Regarding such a misunderstanding, Dongfang Weiwei has always been very happy, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I have graduated from college, and it is normal for me to work. As for the boss, although he is a bit stingy, he treats me pretty well..."

"Xiao Liu, you are slandering me behind my back again." At this moment, Hua Feng finally came over, patted Dongfang Weiwan's little head, and ruffled her hair.

"Boss, you made a sneak attack again." Dongfang Weidae quickly took two steps away and combed his soft black hair carefully.

At this time, Hua Feng smiled and said politely: "Hello, old man, I am Hua Feng."

"It's something." Mr. Huang nodded, his attitude was neither cold nor arrogant. At his age, he is well-informed and has a lot of life experience. He usually interacts with powerful people. He has long been accustomed to it, so he is naturally neither arrogant nor humble.

Hua Feng smiled, took a step back, gave up his position and said, "Brother Fang, tell me."

Fang Yuan was indifferent and stepped forward and said: "Old man, I heard that you cultivated a batch of Huanghuali. I wonder what the survival rate is? Apart from this one, how many are left?"

"You want to buy it?" Huang Lao's cloudy eyes were vaguely bright: "And you want to eat them all?"

"As long as the quality is the same as this tree, I will eat them all, as much as I want." Fang Yuan nodded, not to mention the preciousness of the huanghuali tree species. Even as a spiritual plant, he would not buy all the trees.

Don't suffer.

"I've just made some achievements, can't I wait to pick peaches?" Mr. Huang said with a smile: "You don't even let go of the seedlings. Are you too eager for quick success?"

"It's just that Mr. Huang has worked hard to cultivate it for more than ten years and finally got a harvest. You just come to grab the fruits. It's not kind."

"It's just a seedling. It hasn't matured yet, so it starts to make plans. It's short-sighted."

"Not sensible..."

All of a sudden, others were accusing and siding with Mr. Huang. This shows that Mr. Huang has a high prestige and great influence in the flower and plant market.

It was difficult to offend people when they were angry, so Fang Yuan quickly explained: "Old man, that's not what we meant..."

"No need to say more, I won't sell this tree." Huang Lao waved his hand and said: "The reason why I brought this tree here today is not to sell it or to show off. I just want to communicate with everyone and ask everyone to help pick it up.

Fill in the gaps and evaluate the tree’s shortcomings so that I can continue to improve.”

"Here, I will continue to reiterate. I warmly welcome anyone who wants to exchange ideas with me. If you have other thoughts, you can get out of the way and don't block everyone's way."

Huang Lao's words were eloquent, but they attracted continuous applause from others. Of course, in comparison, it seemed that Fang Yuan and Hua Feng had become villains, which made them feel uncomfortable.

"What's going on? We don't seem to have offended him, right?" Hua Feng whispered.

"How would I know." Fang Yuan frowned and said in review, "Is there something wrong with the tone of my words just now?"

"No, it's normal." Hua Feng also felt strange.

"Two bosses, you don't know something." At the same time, the middle-aged man who had just disappeared appeared in the corner, stood behind the two of them, and explained in a low voice: "It's not your problem, it's just

It was unlucky for you to hit the muzzle of the gun."

"How do you say it?" Fang Yuan turned around and asked, "What kind of muzzle did it hit?"

"This happened a few months ago." The middle-aged man whispered: "Someone took a fancy to a century-old banyan tree in front of Huang's house. Huang Lao was unwilling to sell it. But that person had a good background.

He holds the lifeblood of Mr. Huang’s children and is stronger than anyone else. For the sake of his children’s future, Mr. Huang has no choice but to reluctantly part ways with her.”

"Not only that, that man also took a fancy to Huang Lao's botanical garden and wanted to take over it directly. You know that the botanical garden is Huang Lao's lifeblood, so he would rather die than surrender. Fortunately, some of Huang Lao's friends are well-connected.

They didn't dare to push too hard. After they came forward to deal with it, the matter calmed down."

The middle-aged man sighed: "This is what made Mr. Huang hold his breath. He hasn't shown up for two or three months, and he just showed up today. But judging from the situation, the anger in my heart is still lingering. You just said that you want to kill all the trees."

Buying it will naturally violate Mr. Huang’s taboo..."
Chapter completed!