The Hongqi Street Flower Market will become the most popular and busiest flower market in Changchun City in two months.

During peak hours, people were shoulder to shoulder on the approximately 800 to 900-meter-long stretch of Hongqi Street, Wanbao Street and Tsinghua Road. The banknotes in people's hands seemed to be worth less than paper. Countless people took out these paper-like items to buy one or several pots of flowers, resell them or take them home to grow.

None of these people are real consumers, and almost everyone knows that the flowers in their hands, no matter how precious or beautiful they are, are not worth so much money.

But no one said it out loud. They all pretended to be ignorant even though they knew the truth. They all thought they were smart and could find the next person to take over. In the end, they all became fools.

At this time, the only person who truly understood the situation here was Wan Feng. He was strolling in the flower market, chatting with Li Yong and Yang Jianguo beside him.

"I didn't expect there are so many people growing and selling flowers here in Changchun. I used to think Clivia was just for viewing, but I didn't expect it could be bought and sold." Li Yong muttered as he walked.

"Do you know how valuable this thing is now?"

"A single pot of flowers here costs over a hundred yuan. I didn't believe you when you told me it could be sold, but I still don't understand why a single pot of flowers is worth hundreds of yuan."

A few hundred yuan? That’s not the time yet. In two months, it will shock you to death. The most valuable pot of Clivia sold for 140,000 yuan that year. How can that be possible?

"When you think something is valuable, it becomes something worthwhile, and you're willing to pay for it. When you think it's worthless, it's just junk, and you wouldn't even want it if it were given to you for free. It's just that you alone can't determine its value. But if everyone thinks this thing is valuable, and everyone pays for it, its price will inevitably rise. This is the case with Clivia right now, and that's why its price remains high."

Li Yong thought for a moment and questioned, "That doesn't seem right. If it were a necessity, your explanation might make sense, but what's the use of a Clivia? Is it a necessity? In my opinion, it's a dispensable item and shouldn't have the value it has now."

"Yes, Clivia is not a necessity in life, and it is indeed something that can be dispensable. However, in people's eyes, it is no longer just a flower. It is a commodity that can appreciate in value and a vehicle for earning profits. People here buy and sell it just to make a profit. If the soil is ever recognized by everyone as having appreciation value, it will also be sold at a sky-high price."

Li Yong shook his head: "I don't understand, I don't understand. Changchun and our Xiao Wu family are definitely not in the same world."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just remember that I now have a hundred pots of flower seedlings, and in a few days they will turn into stacks of banknotes."

After the purchase of flower seedlings was completed, Wan Feng gave each person a share of 100 flower seedlings and promised to give them cash after selling them in the future.

According to the current price of one hundred flower seedlings, each of them now has assets worth five or six thousand.

As they were talking, they saw the three people walking across Hongqi Street. At the end of the street, Wan Feng saw two people bargaining with a young man.

It was obvious that the two parties failed to agree on the price, and the two buyers left.

There were three flower pots in front of the young man, with three Clivias in each pot. Two of them were annuals with four or five leaves, and the other one was a Peacock Blue with eleven or twelve leaves.

This pot of peacock blue is in good condition and has some value.

Originally, Wan Feng was planning to talk to the young man about the orchid, but he accidentally saw the words "Chang Ling" on the young man's work clothes.

Evergreen Suzuki?

Looking back, in 1988, Changchun Gasoline Engine Factory introduced Suzuki's two-stroke engine production line and started producing AX100 in 1988. Does this mean that Changling has already built a factory?

"Brother, how much do you want for these pots of flowers?" Wan Feng squatted opposite the young man, threw a cigarette over to him, and then lit it for him.

"Do you want to buy flowers?" The young man still had some judgment. It didn't seem right that a man who was obviously seventeen or eighteen years old and looked like a student asked him the price of flowers.

There are so many people asking about it all day long that few of them buy it.

"I'll buy it if the price is right."

"Those two pots are one hundred and fifty each."

"I'm asking about this pot of peacock orchid."

"You want to buy it?"

Wan Feng nodded.

The young man raised his hand and made a pistol gesture.

Eight hundred yuan!

The price is a bit high, but after two months, Wan Feng wouldn't say it would be a problem to sell it for three or five thousand.

"Isn't the policy to limit the amount to 200 yuan?"

The young man's eyes instantly became alert: "Are you going to buy it or not? If not, leave quickly and don't delay my business."

Wan Feng chuckled: "Brother, listen to me and take this pot of flowers home. I guarantee that it can be sold for 5,000 yuan in two months."

The young man curled his lips and said, "If it can be sold for 5,000 yuan in two months, you won't buy it and let me keep it? Why don't I believe it?"

"Brother, I'm not kidding you. If you don't listen to me, I'll really buy it. Don't regret it then."

"I promise I won't regret it."

Wan Feng snapped his fingers behind him, and Li Yong took out a stack of money from his pocket, took out twenty bills and threw them into the young man's hand.

"Uncle Yang, please take this pot of flowers back first. I want to chat with this guy."

Yang Jianguo didn't say anything. He picked up the flowerpot and took a taxi back, leaving Li Yong and Wan Feng here.

"Brother, I bought your flowers too. Now I want to ask you something that has nothing to do with flowers."

The young man put the money in his arms with a smile. He finally sold a pot today.

"What's the matter?"

"I see Chang Ling written on your work clothes. What unit do you work for?"

"It was the former Changchun Gasoline Engine Factory. We imported a production line from Japan to produce motorcycles, so we established this factory."

"So the production lines have been pulled back?"

"The production line has been restored, but unfortunately it's still unclear whether it can be put into operation. The city is not very enthusiastic about this project, and our factory replaced the leader who originally disagreed with this project a few days ago. It's hard to say now."

Is this true?

The reason why Changchun City is not enthusiastic is that it is now preparing to develop the Clivia economy. It is estimated that all its energy is focused on studying Clivia and of course it does not have much energy to take care of other projects.

As for the gasoline engine factory, the leader who originally opposed this project has been replaced. Is this an opportunity for him?

"Brother, it's almost noon, how about we go have a quick meal together?"

The young man looked at Wan Feng warily again. Inviting him to dinner just by chance?

He doesn't think that good things come easy.

"To be honest, I'm a buyer for the Inna River Motorcycle Factory. Have you heard of the Jiangwei 50 motorcycle?"

The young man nodded: "Not only have I heard of it, but I've also seen it. There are people in Changchun who ride that thing."

"That's our factory's product, so I'm inviting you to dinner mainly to inquire about your factory's motorcycles. There's nothing else to it. How about you honor me with your presence?"

When the young man heard that it was about motorcycles, he had no hesitation.