In the Youlan Hall, there were many people, and they all surrounded the few people in the middle.

An old man wearing a white Tai Chi suit, accompanied by two beautiful girls, held a pot of beautiful and chic orchids, which was extraordinary at a glance, but the small half of the orchid looked a little abnormal.

Of the two women, one of them was Zhang Xin.

Opposite the old man in Tai Chi clothes, there were two people, a middle-aged man with a big belly, and a muscular young man in sportswear.

That young man, Chen Xian knew, was Zhang Xin's suitor Lan Chao, and he also did something to him.

At this time, the old man in Tai Chi looked at the middle-aged man with a big belly full of hope, and said:

"Boss Lan, my pot of golden sand chrysanthemums has recently suddenly begun to burn yellow from the tip of the leaves, and withered brown spots have appeared, and the vitality does not seem to be as vigorous as before, Boss Lan, you are a master of raising orchids, you must help me think of a way?!"

The old man in Tai Chi is Zhang Xin's grandfather, named Zhang Xingtian, an old man who is obsessed with orchids.

"This pot of golden sand chrysanthemum, whether in terms of flower type, leaf posture and color, is the best, but unfortunately it seems to have phytophthora disease, and it must have to cut off all the infected leaves!"

"It looks a lot like phytophthodew, what a shame!"

"If this pot of golden sand chrysanthemum doesn't get sick, it's worth at least 3 million! Now, even if the value of saving is greatly reduced!"

Some well-dressed onlookers, apparently also had some research on orchids, commented, with pity in their tones.

Boss Lan didn't speak, took the golden sand chrysanthemum from the old man's hand, looked at it carefully, and frowned slightly when he looked at it.

Seeing this, Zhang Xingtian's whole heart lifted, and the wrinkles on his face trembled.

Zhang Xin knew that his grandfather valued this pot of golden sand chrysanthemum very much, because this orchid was once raised by his grandmother!

Grandpa and grandma have a very good relationship, and now that grandma has passed away, this pot of orchids is not just an orchid in the eyes of grandpa, but a kind of spiritual sustenance.

If the golden chrysanthemum dies, you can imagine how sad Grandpa will be.

"Boss Lan, you must save this pot of golden sand chrysanthemums, there is no problem with how much it costs. Zhang Xin couldn't help but speak.

How she hoped that the pot-bellied man could save the orchid.

However, Boss Lan didn't answer her, and still looked at the orchid intently, as if her words were air.

Lan Chao saw Zhang Xin's nervous appearance, and was secretly happy in his heart, knowing that his opportunity to perform had come.

That Boss Lan is his uncle, named Lan Jianjian, who can speak.

Lan Chao immediately said to the big-bellied man: "Uncle, this classmate Zhang is my friend, you must find a way to help her." ”

Hearing this, Lan Jianshe took his eyes off the orchid, looked at Lan Chao meaningfully, and then looked at the beautiful Zhang Xin opposite, and said with a smile:

"Old man Zhang, classmate Zhang, don't worry, I can save this pot of golden sand chrysanthemum.

However, it is necessary to remove one-third of the leaves, one old plant, and only two new plants. This pot of orchid is not only infected with Phytophthora disease, but the roots of the old plant also suffer from XXX, and in addition, it is necessary to cooperate with special means to slowly restore the vitality of the orchid.

Since, classmate Zhang and my nephew Lan Chao are classmates, if Mr. Zhang wants to save this pot of golden sand chrysanthemum, I will only charge 300,000 yuan for three months, and if others look for me, at least 400,000 yuan. ”

When Lan Chao heard his uncle's words, he felt that Bei'er had face, and looked at the beautiful fairy-like Zhang Xin opposite with burning eyes, and the meaning was obvious: Zhang Xin hurry up and thank me!

However, Zhang Xin did not go to see him.

This made Lan Chao very disappointed, I just helped the goddess, why did she ignore me?

Zhang Xingtian learned that he had to cut one-third of the leaves and get rid of an old plant, and his old face was full of distress, and he said: "Boss Lan, can you keep the old plant and don't get rid of it, I can double, double, triple, or even 1 million in terms of money." ”

It turned out that the mother plant of this pot of orchids was the old plant, which was raised by the old man's wife, and the other two new plants were raised by Zhang Xingtian after his wife passed away.

The old plant is the most valuable in Zhang Xingtian's heart, and this value is, of course, the commemorative value.

"This ...... Old man Zhang, even if you give me 10 million, I can't do anything! Lao Zhu has that disease, and no one has the ability to protect it. If the old plant is not removed, once the disease is transmitted to the new plant, this pot of golden sand chrysanthemum will all die!" Lan Jianshe shook his head and said.

When Zhang Xingtian heard the voice, his expression darkened, his body shook, as if he was several years old in an instant, and said with sadness in his voice:

"Since...... In this case, then follow Boss Lan's method!"

"Grandpa!" Zhang Xin hurriedly supported his grandfather, looking at his sad appearance, he was distressed inexplicably: "Grandpa, as long as the other plants are still there, the golden sand chrysanthemum is still there." ”

Another beautiful woman with her, with the same distressed look on her face, helped her grandfather.

This daughter is another granddaughter of Zhang Xingtian, named Zhang Mei.

"Okay, that old man will get the golden chrysanthemum back here in three months, and I will open a note for you. Blue Construction said.

Zhang Xingtian nodded.

Boss Lan took the orchid and walked towards the counter.

"Slow!" At this moment, a young voice suddenly sounded: "This pot of golden sand chrysanthemum, I can not only save it, but also save the old plant and all the leaves." ”

Hearing this, Boss Lan stopped, frowned and looked towards the door of the store.

I thought to myself, which guy didn't know the height of the sky, and came to smash the field with wild words.

Old Man Zhang, Zhang Xin, Lan Chao and others also looked at the door.

I saw a boy with dark skin, but dark and bright eyes, and a special spirit, appeared at the door.

"Chen Xian!" Zhang Xin said unexpectedly when he saw the boy's appearance.

This boy is none other than Chen Xian, who came to the flower and bird market to try his luck.

He smiled and nodded at Zhang Xin.

"What you just said, young man, is ...... Really?" Zhang Xingtian looked at Chen Xian without blinking as if grasping a life-saving straw.

According to common sense, the masters of raising orchids are all old, and it is basically impossible for a hairy little guy to be a master of raising orchids.

Because orchids are difficult to raise, especially some precious varieties are even more squeamish, and they cannot be raised well without rich experience. And experience can only be gained through years of tempering, and the boy in front of him is too young.

But at this moment, Zhang Xingtian couldn't care about these anymore, he wanted to keep this pot of orchids too much, and it was best to keep all the leaves and plants.

As the saying goes, caring is chaos.

"Really, I can save this pot of golden sand chrysanthemums without removing the leaves or plants. Chen Xian's young, slightly immature face was full of confidence.

"Fart!"

As soon as Chen Xian's words fell, an angry voice sounded.