Chapter 91 Clivia sold for 20,000

When Qiao Qiao heard the old man say this, she was taken aback at first, and then she laughed.

She stretched her little hand out from Qiao Changdong's arms and pointed to the basket placed in front of them.

She said in a soft, sweet voice, "Grandpa, my dad won't sell me. We sell flowers, clivia. Would you like to take a look? My dad's clivia is so beautiful!"

Hearing Qiao Qiao say this, the old man looked over in surprise.

Perhaps it was unexpected that a little child who looked only three or four years old, whose baby voice hadn't faded yet, could speak so clearly and logically.

His suspicious gaze swept over the father and daughter once more.

Seeing that he still didn't believe her, Qiao Qiao nudged Qiao Changdong's arm: "Dad, let's take it out and show it to Grandpa."

She had just observed that the old man came from the south, specifically from the flower market. He had nothing in his hands, and judging from his rather elegant attire, she guessed he was a buyer looking at the flowers.

The old man really did come all this way just to see the clivia.

Upon hearing this, he said to Qiao Qiao, "Let me see that little one. I want to see how beautiful your father can raise her."

When Qiao Changdong bent down and took out the clivia that Qiao Qiao had grown in the space from the bamboo basket, the old man's eyes changed completely.

First, I was shocked.

Then came ecstasy.

Finally, there was shock and regret.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense! How could such a precious treasure be treated so crudely..."

The old man glanced at the large bowl with a chip in it and couldn't find a suitable word to describe it. He was so excited that his hand trembled as he pointed at Qiao Changdong.

"..." Qiao Changdong.

I still can't understand what's so precious about a pot of broken grass.

"Couldn't you have just bought a better flowerpot?! Look at this cut! If it had cut a leaf, the pot would be ruined! You're really... really clueless!"

The old man was clearly a cultured man and couldn't utter any foul language. In the end, he could only glare at Qiao Changdong with a look of disappointment and say this.

Qiao Changdong awkwardly touched his nose.

Of course, he also knew that clothes make the man, and pots make the flower.

However, Qiao Qiao was only allowed to come along when he went out. In the countryside, these flowers and grasses grow wildly, and no one would bother to find a pot to put them in.

He originally wanted to wrap it in newspaper, but his beloved daughter said that newspaper could easily damage the branches and leaves, and if the branches and leaves were not intact, it might not sell well.

He then found a chipped bowl and thoughtfully covered it with straw to cushion the chip.

It's fair to say that he's never been this attentive to anyone other than his beloved daughter.

He was speechless, realizing that the grass he had taken such good care of was still being slandered as nothing by this old man.

He didn't understand the intricate thoughts of these intellectuals.

I just felt that the people in this market were all strange.

He just wanted to get it over with quickly, so he asked, "Then, sir, do you want it? If you do, I'll sell it to you!"

Hearing this, the old man finally smiled slightly.

"Young man, what price are you asking for? Let me tell you, I know this market well, don't try to rip me off."

The old man hummed, looking incredibly shrewd, but his eyes were fixed on the clivia in Qiao Changdong's hand, unwilling to look away.

The clivia that Qiao Qiao nurtured with spiritual spring water was naturally different from those nurtured with ordinary rainwater in this world.

Just like the spiritual herbs Qiao Qiao saw in the space, this clivia was also cultivated to be delicate and beautiful, looking extremely noble.

The old man's words stumped both the father and daughter.

What price range should we offer?

Qiao Changdong thought for a moment, and finally held up two fingers.

The old man looked at the outstretched finger and stared in surprise.

Just when the father and daughter thought the price was going to be high, the old man suddenly snatched the large bowl from Qiao Changdong's hands.

At the same time, he said, "Okay! Twenty thousand it is! Come on, are you going to wait here for me to bring the money, or come with me to the bank to withdraw the money?"

As he spoke, he tucked the large bowl further into his bosom, still somewhat uneasy, and looked at Qiao Changdong with a stern expression.

"But we had an agreement, we made a deal, you can't display this pot anymore, and you can't sell it to anyone else!"

"No, no, you should come with me to the bank to withdraw the money."

After rambling on and on, the old man still made a decision with a worried expression.

"!!!" Qiao Changdong, Qiao Qiao.

My goodness!

The father and daughter exchanged a glance.

They both saw shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Qiao Qiao, in particular, felt incredibly uneasy when she recalled what Qiao Changdong had said about going to jail.

A tiny bubble popped up on my forehead.

The little figure inside the blue bubble representing worry gave Qiao Changdong a vivid demonstration of what it means to shed tears behind bars!

The little man was kneeling in front of an iron window, stretching out his little arms and waving at the wooden puppet with his name on it inside the window.

He was also kneeling inside the iron bars, with a Milky Way that looked like it had been drawn by the Queen Mother of the West appearing in front of him, which he could not cross no matter what he did.

They could only look at the little people outside through the iron bars, take out their small handkerchiefs, wave them, and wail: "My dear father, my dear father, my poor father~~~"

"..." Qiao Changdong.

He wiped his face.

He looked at the old man in front of him and asked, "Are you sure?"

"What, you want to raise the price?!" The old man was displeased, glaring at Qiao Changdong with his beard bristling. "Young man, you should be honest. This is not how you do business!"

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