"Ah?! A pot of broken flowers can be sold for so much money?!" Wang Laoer was shocked and a little unbelievable when he saw what the newspaper said in the newspaper that a pot of Clivia in Changchun could actually be sold for tens of thousands of yuan.

Boss Wang also felt incredible, "What kind of flower? What kind of flower is so precious? Is it inlaid with gold?"

The three brothers scattered on the newspaper for a long time and suddenly found a picture. Although they were limited by printing quality at that time and looked a little vague, the third brother still saw some tricks.

"Aren't these flowers planted in our garden?" The third brother usually likes to run into the garden and take care of flowers and plants. At this time, he grabbed the newspaper and thought for a long time, and finally saw a problem.

When the eldest and the second brother Jing Lao San said this, they immediately realized that when they looked again, they found that many Clivia were very similar to the flowers planted in their botanical gardens. They couldn't help but turn their shocked eyes to Fan Wubing, who was sitting quietly drinking water, hoping that his little boss could confirm it.

Fan Wubing sat firmly as a rock. Seeing that the three generals under him looked at him with expectations, he couldn't help but smile, raised his cup and said to them, "Drinking more boiled water will not cause kidney stones."

"Mr. Fan, you know what our brothers mean, don't keep it in your mouth!" Mr. Wang said with a sad face.

"Hahahaha--" Fan Wubing laughed, "Didn't you just think my flowers occupy space and affect your money? Why are you changing your face now? It's easy to add expressions to your face after changing like this!"

Seeing the calm expression on Fan Wubing's face, the three brothers immediately realized that President Fan is really an omniscient power. He could predict the value of Clivia a few years ago and planted dozens of acres of Clivia! Planting Clivia like planting crops! Boss Wang could no longer imagine how much wealth this would bring to himself?!

In Changchun, many adult Clivia have bought more than 10,000 yuan per pot, and ordinary ones range from thousands of yuan. The prices of seedlings are also rising steadily. If you calculate the Clivia in your garden, there are probably thousands of trees! If you sell them all, Boss Wang will no longer dare to calculate the profit!

"You don't have to be too happy too early." Fan Wubing tapped the table with his fingers and said to the three brothers, "There is an old saying that it is called "Stocking for a bag", which means that only the money contained in your pocket belongs to you. Although there is a very large and very attractive pie in front of us, it is ours only when we eat it in our mouths. As for whether we can eat it, how to eat it depends on your ability."

"Mr. Fan, we all listen to you. What should you do?" Wang Laoer's eyes turned green.

Under the temptation of huge interests, few people could stand it. The three Wang brothers were eager to try, and they wanted to discount all the Clivia in the garden now. What a great fortune it was!

Fan Wubing looked at the three brothers and smiled, thinking that money was really touching. Even the new rich man in the 1980s who earned tens of thousands of yuan a year could not resist the temptation of money. However, he thought again that if he had seen billions of wealth worth at his fingertips before he was reborn, he would probably not have been much better than they are now.

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. It's not a matter of money overnight. We have to do some preparations first." Fan Wubing waved to the three brothers, letting them surround the desk, and then gave Jiyi face to face. "This matter must be kept confidential for the time being. Although the price of Clivia has been hot, the market is still far from crazy. What you have to do now is to get some packaging first to save us from being busy in the future."

"Packaging? How do you do it specifically?" Boss Wang heard it carefully and asked immediately after hearing this.

"I remember there seems to be a workshop for boiling flower pots in Beiyao. You can order a batch of flower pots first. Remember to be of high quality, otherwise it would rather not be the case. If the flower pots are not good in appearance and eventually affect sales, it would be a flower that is really put on cow dung. Remember, this is the biggest investment we have made in recent years!" Fan Wubing smiled.

"We naturally understand this. Mr. Fan, don't worry, we brothers will definitely make a good note for you." In the end, the three brothers patted their chests and assured Fan Wubing, just as the three generals expressed their determination to the commander before going to the battlefield.

When Fan Wubing returned home from the pig farm, he found that his father Fan Heng was already sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, looking relish, and he didn't even notice Fan Wubing entering the door.

"What are you looking at, Dad?" Fan Wubing came over curiously, and saw Fan Heng holding a chapter of newspapers full of pictures in his hand. The patterns on it happened to be the Clivia that had been circulating in the Northeast recently.

"This is called Clivia, it is a very beautiful and elegant flower. Nowadays, Clivia is growing popular all over the country. If you don't put a pot at home, you will definitely be treated like a rustic hat." Fan Heng explained to Fan Wubing enthusiastically.

"Do you think so too? Planting a pot of flowers can make yourself elegant?" Fan Wubing asked.

Seeing that his son looked at him seriously, Fan Heng couldn't help but laugh, "Isn't that going? What's the connection between elegant temperament and planting flowers? Those who are not rustic and old hats are naturally not rustic and old hats. No matter how many rustic and old hats are grown, they are still rustic and old hats. They are naturally elegant and elegant. This thing is not something that can be played with by rustic and old hats."

Well, this is somewhat reasonable. Fan Wubing nodded, thinking that his father had seen some big scenes after all, and was not confused by the irresponsible reports from various media. He knew that no matter how popular Clivia was, it was just a kind of flower, which made him feel a little relieved.

It seems that under my influence, even grassroots intellectuals like my father have changed a lot of their temperaments! Fan Wubing feels that his troubles over the past few years have not been in vain.

"However, I think I remember that a few years ago, you planted some Clivia in your pig farm! Do you bring me a few pots first? Our house has such a large space, and it's a bit unreasonable to decorate the storefront if you don't get a few pots of Clivia to see it, so that outsiders can see it?" Before Fan Wubing finished laughing, Fan Heng asked again.

"You--" Fan Wubing choked immediately.
Chapter completed!