Chapter 373: The Golden Flower That Can't Be Processed
Liu Shan did not rashly agree to Lin Zeng's request. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info is not afraid of anything else, but is worried about whether the meat in the village can bring profits. Otherwise, Lin Zeng invested in him and lost money, and he couldn't help it.
"Brother Lin, don't worry about the money, I'll go back in a few days, and when the time comes, use the preservation method you said, send you a few catties of meat, you see how the quality is, and then invest in me." Liu Shan scratched his head and said very honestly.
"Okay," Lin Zeng is not in a hurry, he has too many seeds in his hands, and he has no energy to develop them into an industry one by one, and he has no intention of using technology to become a shareholder, which is the most suitable choice, of course, he also needs a more reliable partner, "Look for me before you leave, and I will give you the things." ā
After talking to Liu Shan about this, Lin Zeng took the packaged seafood and returned directly to the residence of the Big Dream Mansion.
When he opened the door and entered the house, Lin Zeng unexpectedly saw Hongzai and Isaac, who looked like they had a good relationship, sitting on the sofa, looking like two good brothers.
"You two came over for supper, it's still a little hot!" Lin Zeng said loudly as he held up his bag to them.
Obviously, even if Isaac has never heard Chinese, he will understand what Lin Zeng meant.
The sudden appearance of food surprises Isaac and Redboy, who begin to hug the bowl and feast on it.
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Chiyoda City, the capital of country J, in a club with an elegant environment, the coquettish dancers, smiling and jumping, like messengers of the soul, are easy to make others lose their minds and fall into her charm.
However, the delicate dancer seems to have lost her charm today.
The three men in the room, let her sweat, did not take their eyes off her, as if she was just a vase-like ornament.
"Mr. Akita, I have long admired the Daimyo, I like the cherry blossom demon you designed in Rakuchi Prefecture very much, so I sincerely invite you to design a garden for my new house this time. "The man with a mustache on his chin, about thirty years old, has a deep scar at the corner of his eye, and although he has a smile on his lips, he always feels violent. He is the next successor of the Hayakawa family, Naru Hayakawa.
"Thank you. "As a designer who is very good at the construction of classical gardens in the country J, Shinichi Akita is also very happy to be mentioned as his proud work.
After they finished talking about the design of the garden, Shinichi Akita pondered for a moment, and then suddenly spoke up and mentioned the plants he had seen in Huaguo.
Hayakawa Naruto didn't believe what Akita Shinichi said at first, but it wasn't until he gave himself a large number of pictures that Hayakawa Naruto really believed in this strange plant, which is now being popularized in China.
Hayakawa Naru's fingers, rubbing the scars at the corners of his eyes, tilting his head slightly, his small eyes narrowed almost invisible, he looked at the contents of the photos one by one, and let out a few inexplicable laughs from time to time.
Akita stared at his wrist expressionlessly.
The Hayakawa family is the most well-known extremist nationally and internationally. Members of their family often shouted in the media and in public places some statements that angered neighboring countries, and spared no effort to suppress anti-war elements at home.
Akita Shinichi finally chose to draw the attention of the Hayakawa family to those plants, because he believed that only the Hayakawa family's way of doing things that did not mind any means could make it possible to recapture the cultivation of those plants back to the country of J.
"Hehe," Hayakawa Naru touched a panorama of the interior of the Xenotropic Greening Company taken by Shinichi Akita, with an extremely fanatical expression on his face, "This is a God-given treasure that should belong to us." ā
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Qinghe City, Jiuwen District, river salvage worker Zhu Laosan hurriedly ran out of his home. He had a beautiful metal flower in his pocket.
He rushed to a shop that specialized in gold and silver ornaments, and handed the golden metal flower in his pocket to the master and said, "I want to melt this and make a ring." ā
Zhu Laosan has found this beautiful flower in the pure spring water hyacinth planted in the river, and every time he salvages garbage in the river, as long as he sees this metal flower, whether it is gold or silver, he will pick it home.
However, for a period of time, the metal flowers that were picked one after another looked like ordinary colors and ordinary metals. The golden flower that Zhu Laosan had been looking forward to in his heart had never been seen.
If Zhu Laosan had learned some biological and physical common sense, he would have understood that in the ordinary rivers of ordinary cities, there is not so much gold at all, and he can pick one at a time, which is already a lucky explosion of character.
"Okay, yo, such a beautiful flower, do you really want to melt the ring?" The processor shook his head, as if he found it difficult to understand Zhu Laosan's thoughts.
Zhu Laosan nodded in confirmation. He was reluctant to melt these golden flowers, but his fifth brother's son was about to get married, and as an uncle, he wanted to prepare something for his nephew, which would cost thousands of yuan.
It is better to spend this gold on it, lest it cost a lot of money.
With Zhu Laosan's permission, the processor took six or seven golden flowers and walked into the processing room.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, half an hour......
Zhu Laosan found this processing master, holding his golden flower, and a long time passed, but it didn't come out.
He was a little anxious, knocked on the counter with his hand, and urged loudly: "Master, how long will you have to wait?"
"Wait, wait, hey, what kind of gold are you, why can't you burn it?" The processing master was sweaty, walked out of the processing room angrily, and threw the gold flower in his hand in front of Zhu Laosan.
"Huh?" Zhu Laosan didn't expect this to happen at all, he looked at the thin petals of the phoenix eye lotus, what does it mean to burn and not move?
"You have gold, but I don't know why, the spray gun I use for processing is of no use to it. It's been burning for more than half an hour, and there is no deformation at all. The processing master frowned, he could only shake his head powerlessly, and returned the golden flower to Zhu Laosan, "I can't get this in my store, you can go to someone else's house and ask." ā
"Huh?" Zhu Laosan, who thought that he had a windfall, didn't expect that this golden flower could not be processed.
With these golden flowers, he went to most of the gold and silver processing shops in Qinghe City, and the answer he got was that all of them were gold, and with the ability of their stores, they couldn't process it.
Looking at the golden flowers in his hand that had been tossed for a day, but had not been deformed at all, Zhu Laosan suddenly felt disappointed.
He suddenly felt that his enthusiasm for picking metal flowers had dissipated a lot.
Such a pile of metal flowers, which can neither be sold for money nor are of much use, and picking them is still a waste of time.
(To be continued.) )