Barbaroa's first few ideas were good, but then one became more unreliable than the other, and even mustard came out. Du Ang thought to himself that if this thing was put in the smoke, it was estimated that one would die if he smoked it, so Lao Tzu simply sold cigarettes and sold poison directly, and named it dichlorvos, and the price could be directly ordered.

Duang wanted to have a seizure and ask Barbaroa why he didn't use his brain when he thought about things, but when he saw Barbaroa rubbing his hands and looking restrained, he couldn't bear to scold again. In any case, Barbaroa is also doing things for himself, especially in this kind of initial stage, and he has to allow others to make mistakes. A successful boss should be open-minded and not afraid to make mistakes, as long as they learn from them. Even if it is strict, it is also strict with oneself, and it must be tolerant to subordinates, especially employees with this technical surname, because it is too harsh and not good for others or oneself. Alas, it's so easy to have a career? It's hard......

Duon sighed, crossed everything that was sure not to work, and then selected five of the remaining ones for Barbaroa to take back for production experiments. Barbaroa is a very sensitive person, and when he saw Duang's appearance, and saw that his piece of paper was basically occupied by a big fork, he knew that he might not have understood this matter, and he was a little embarrassed. He shook his head, his hair fluttered, then took out two cigarettes and handed them over, singing flatteringly: "Boss, this is the cigarette I made, you can taste it." ”

"Ah, there's already a finished product?" Duang took the cigarette and lit it, took a puff, and it tasted good. However, he looked at the cigarette and was a little dissatisfied, so he said to Barbaroa, "This cigarette is too long, like this." He stretched out two fingers and gestured: "If there is a finished product, it will all be cut to such a length, and the thickness will be almost the same. ”

"Remembered."

"By the way, I remember you had a bit of a study in botany?" Duang asked.

"I'm a junior botanist."

"Well, that's good, you can do something for me in a few days, huh...... Plant something ......"

Seeing off Barbaroa, Duon closed the door and went to the back room. He lives in a suite, the outside is the reception room, the inside is where he sleeps, now there are four large flower pots, the lottery of fast-growing potatoes planted in the inside, just now at the banquet, Du Ang was worried about coming back early to see, but after tossing for so long, it took a long time to free up the work.

However, when he opened the door, he was dumbfounded, and the clean house was covered with dirt and broken tiles, as if he had just been robbed by bandits. The four large flower pots were lying crookedly and vertically, and they had grown quite tall green seedlings in various ways. The bottom of each pot was broken, and the big potatoes were exposed in broad daylight, and it was obvious that these potatoes were growing too fast and developing too well, and there was not enough space, so the bottom of the pot was directly broken.

"Whoever is that, get me four large buckets, the kind of deep bottoms, if not, get four tanks."

Duon opened the door and shouted outside. He really had no choice but to move out this heavyweight lethal weapon, this kind of bucket was used to grow extra-large bonsai in the Earl's Palace, and now that he thought about it, only this thing could be used, and ordinary flower pots couldn't stand the crazy ravages of the original potato seeds.

"Young Master, what do you want this thing for?" A little maid about Lilia's age hurriedly ran over and asked.

Her name is Trosie, and she has just come, and because Lilia has a younger brother to take care of, so Duon gives her a privilege, that is, she does not have to work the night shift, and the other servants are all on duty at night in turn, and once the master needs it, someone can serve her at any time......

How arrogant and extravagant the life of the aristocracy is!

Seeing Tracy ask, Duang was a little unhappy, what is the master going to do, can he still report to you? Why is the newcomer so eyeless? If this Terecy is beautiful, maybe Duang can still say a few words with a pleasant face, but this Teresie is really not good-looking, plain, and really can't inspire Duang to explain, he crossed his waist: "If you want to take it, you can take it, what about so much nonsense?" Hurry up and ......."

"Oh, okay, I'll get it right away."

Duang waited with a displeased face, and after a long time, Tracy carried up the four extra-large buckets in a panic and put them on the ground, snorting and panting tiredly, this thing is quite old and heavy.

Tracy asked Doon where he wanted to put the buckets, and Doon waved his hand and said, "No, I'll do the rest myself." Oh, by the way, from tomorrow onwards, you don't have to clean up my house, and no one is allowed to come in without my permission, otherwise, don't blame me for losing my temper. ”

He is a young master, and what he says is an order, where does Tracy dare to refuse his order? Nuo Nuo turned around repeatedly, but muttered in his heart as he walked: "What's wrong with the young master today?" Did you eat something dirty at night? ”

Duon went back to the house, closed the door, and locked himself in the room to clean up the scraps on the floor. It took a lot of effort to move the potatoes that were still growing wildly into the big bucket, then cover them with soil again, and finally throw away the broken pots, and by the time they were done, it had been more than an hour.

For so many years, Duane has been pampered by the countess, how can he do such a rough job? This time he was tired of it, the night was even deeper, his head was full of sweat, and he didn't care about washing his face and hands, so he threw himself on the bed, humming and chirping.

The bones are going to break...... Damn, young master, I'm just an adult today, even if it's a child laborer, I don't have to do such heavy work, right? it, ouch, it hurts......

Du Ang's heart chirped crookedly, all kinds of awkwardness, lying on the bed and trying to close his eyes but couldn't sleep, as if someone had been beaten with a stick.

There is no way, this crime can only be suffered by himself, because he doesn't want to make the potato matter public so early, at least he has to wait for the potatoes to return to their normal growth rate, otherwise why bother with this effort? Now I've been busy for a long time, and I'm just putting the potatoes into the bucket, and the more worrying thing is still to come, the growth cycle of these potatoes is 72 hours, that is, three days, and when these potatoes grow up, they will be harvested, and then they will continue to be planted, what to do at that time? Do you have to move it yourself? I guess I'm going to be exhausted to death before I can eat the potato beef stew, so I'll take it......

Duon misses Justin very much now, if he is here, these things are probably not a problem, not to mention that he may be able to find a way to move these potatoes over, even if he can't, he can also use him as an excuse, just say that these things are magic plants planted by Justin Magician, and then find someone to move them over......

Enchanter...... Enchanter......

Du Ang suddenly slapped his head: "Damn, why am I confused?" I'm also a magician now, how can I forget this stubble, wrong, I've suffered this tired ...... in vain."

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