During this period, a quarter of the people in Spring City were raising and frying flowers, and the daily flow of people in the major flower markets combined could reach a terrifying 400,000.

Xu Fei and Xu Xiaowen walked along Stalin Avenue (now called People's Street) and saw that the windowsills of the buildings on both sides were full of various varieties of Junzi Orchid, isolated from the cold air, or pregnant buds blooming, or proudly blooming.

When we arrived near Hongqi Street, there was still a distance of six or seven hundred meters and began to be congested, and bicycles could not drive normally, and the flower market expanded unscrupulously, occupying a large area of the road.

Countless people automatically formed two lines, one forward and one backward, which are regarded as entrances and exits.

There was also a guy next to him who raised his arm high, shook the thin two-page newspaper, and spewed out bursts of white gas from his mouth, "Junzi Lan Bao! "Junzi Lan Bao! There is one left, one copy left!"

"How much?" asked Xu Fei.

"Two pieces!"

Crazy, two dollars a newspaper? He hesitated a little, and then saw three or five people rushing over, and said, "Give it to me, I want it!"

When I held it in my hand, I saw that it was the "Junzi Lan Bao", which was founded in early December, and it was published once a week, and each issue only had four editions.

There is a fixed sentence written on the front page, which is the inscription of the ****: "Vigorously develop the flower business". Looking at the content, it mainly introduces the varieties of flowers, cultivation techniques and market conditions.

Xu Fei swept it slightly, folded it into his arms, and walked in with his father. There were also many men, women and children who accompanied them, and they also held a copy of the "Junzi Lan Bao" and rushed to the Hongqi Street Flower Market.

For a while, he had some kind of illusion, as if he was no different from those people who frantically crowded into the sales office and the real estate fair with promotional advertisements thirty years later.

After following the crowd for a while, I entered the flower market. Xu Fei only felt a buzz, as if he had broken into a completely different world.

The weather outside is cold and windy, the heat wave inside is soaring, and countless noisy sounds are mixed together, instantly impacting the ear drums, and they are gently ringing for a while.

There are those wrapped in sheepskin jackets, those who wear army green cotton jackets, those who wear tweed coats, and a very small number of people who wear down jackets, their faces are struggling, hideous, with frightening fanaticism, nervousness, and remorse, as if all the things in the world are condensed in this small flower market.

The accent is even more horizontal, from the northernmost to the southernmost, from the westernmost to the easternmost, you can hear it.

The street, which is not very wide, has been completely occupied by the flow of people, and both sides are full of shops, which are placed outside in the summer, and the flowers are in the house for fear of freezing in the winter.

Xu Fei casually squeezed into a house, and saw dozens of pots of Junzi orchids on the shelves, with few flowers and many green leaves.

On the counter, there is a pot of fine-leaved Junzi orchid in full bloom, the flowers are orange-red, and the green luster leaves are matched with the bright and moving.

A man was clutching a wad of banknotes, the muscles on his forehead were bulging, and even his muscles were twitching, "Is there a first come, first come?

"But the price is high. The boss laughed.

"I, I'll add two thousand!" the man shouted.

"I'll add three thousand!" said another.

"Five thousand! I'll add five thousand!"

The other person stared indignantly for a while, then turned his head and left, seemingly beyond his net worth. The man was so proud that he opened his briefcase and pulled out a wad of bills.

The final transaction price was 12,000, and it was stacked on the counter, and the people around me were breathing heavily and their eyes were red.

The man couldn't wait to pick up the flowers and walk out of the shop.

Xu Fei was curious, and he also came out, and when he saw that along the way, whether he knew anyone or not, as long as he saw that you had flowers in your hand and were in good condition, he had to ask: "Do you want to make a move?"

"Shot?"

"Seven thousand! seven thousand!"

"10,000 for sale, for sale or not?"

"Ten thousand twelve!"

"Fifteen thousand!"

"Is it for sale or not for 18,000?"

The man only walked a few hundred meters, and the price rose three times, bought in the east and sold in the west, 20,000 two, a net profit of 10,000!

Xu Xiaowen's eyes widened, and his previous cognition was greatly torn, "Can this small pot of flowers sell for more than 20,000 yuan?

"Eh, Gentleman's Orchid is now called Green Gold Bar. ”

Xu Fei saw it with his own eyes, and his heart was surging, "Let's go, let's go somewhere else." ”

With that, the two left Hongqi Street and arrived at the flower market on Qinghua Road.

It is also crowded with people, full of madness, and in a store, Xu Fei saw a pot of big-flowered Junzi orchid. This variety is called "Monk with a Mouth", that is, the leaves are in the shape of a rice spoon, and the tips of the leaves are close to the middle, as if holding the head.

As early as the 50s, Wu Heting, a carpenter master in Chuncheng, cultivated a pot of flowers, which was later transferred to the Puming monk of the Protector of the Prajna Temple.

After Puming is raised, the flower length is particularly good, the leaves are wide, short, pointed and rounded, obliquely standing slightly bent downward, and upturned. The shape of the plant is beautiful, the seat is like a lotus plate, and the flowers are like a hole screen.

Later, it spread to the people, and people called this variety "monk". The head holding monk is a new product that is crossed between monks and other varieties.

Xu Fei looked at it for a long time, the shopkeeper's pot of flowers was good, but it was not good to that extent, how much did people put a price on it?

Eighty thousand!

Because the owner claims that this is the best head-holding monk in Spring City.

He looked at this pot of flowers, and couldn't help but move in his heart, and faintly pondered an idea.

............

Night.

Xu Fei sat on the bed, which was full of various newspapers from the past, and there were all kinds of news types.

"The younger brother of a technician in a certain agency, greedy for his brother's Junzilan, came to the door to rob him, resulting in a quarrel, and after knocking his brother and sister-in-law unconscious, he stuffed his sister-in-law into the kang hole, causing her death. ”

"The prosecutor surnamed Fang of a city procuratorate heard that the city was full of green gold bars, so he entangled his brothers, all of them held guns, drove off-road jeeps, and ran to Spring City at night.

However, the news leaked, the car just left the city, the Chuncheng police received a call, the whole city was on guard, and the robbers fell into a siege as soon as they arrived at the door of the big flower farmer. ”

This certain city is actually Ancheng, can you believe that a prosecutor does this???

There is also a piece of news that has attracted Xu Fei's special attention.

Guo Fengyi, the king of flowers, established the country's first Junzi Orchid Flower Company, and the leaders of the city's agriculture and industry rushed to congratulate. ”

He was very impressed by this Guo Fengyi, because when he was still a small planner, he once jointly organized an exhibition with the local Junzilan Association, and specially checked a large amount of information, many of which mentioned Guo Fengyi.

"That's a starting point. ”

Xu Fei pondered, and his thoughts during the day became more and more formed.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

At this time, Xu Xiaowen went to the bathhouse to take a bath and came back, scolding in his mouth, "What a bad place, half of the water is cold, and I almost didn't freeze to death!"

He rubbed his half-dried hair and sat down on the bed, "Xiao Fei, how can we sell this flower? Looking at that circle during the day, it can be regarded as an eye-opener, can a small pot of flowers still do so many things?"

According to my father's original idea, I would be content if I could sell it for a few thousand yuan, but when I came to take a look, let alone thousands, there were tens of thousands! Our flowers are no worse than others, so why can't we sell them at a high price?

People, all of them have this mentality, and their interests are moving.

"I have to move out tomorrow, you live first, and the first thing is to take care of these pots of flowers. ”

"What about you?"

"I'm going to find someone, and I'm going to have to use a fake name so I don't have to leave my hands behind. ”

"Hey, I know this, I used a fake name when I used to go to the rivers and lakes, what is it called, oh ......"

Xu Xiaowen slapped his thigh, "Wang Shi!"

Xu Feiyi grinned, "How did you come up with this name?"

"The four ancestors of the storytelling gate, Liu Jingting, Wang Hongxing, Shuanghouping, Shi Yukun, I like Wang and Shi very much. ”

Okay, what do you like to call it.

"Then what's your boy's name?"

"What ...... I"

Xu Fei, Xiao Fei...... Gu Xiaofei? Oh no, no, he hurriedly shook his head, "You are Wang and Shi, I will join those two, and I will be called Liu Qinghou." ”