Chapter 133 My Uncle is Too Philanthropic
In the greenhouse, orchids of various colors are in full bloom, delicate and elegant.
The "old flower farmer" Mo Xie was using a small shovel to turn the soil for a white orchid in the corner of the greenhouse. He was like a new father watching his little daughter kissing her. Even her little feet smelled fragrant, and he couldn't wait to go up and kiss and rub them.
Mo Xie was obviously in this state at the moment. His handsome and sharp face was now covered with a disgusting old father's smile. His eyes were kind and he reached out to pinch the soil under the roots of the white orchid without any disgust at the dirt.
Then he put the soil under his nose and sniffed it.
He frowned slightly. If the soil wasn't smelly enough, it must not have enough nutrients. He had to find a way to get some fertilizer.
As a member of the Mo family who is famous for growing orchids, even though he did not inherit the Mo family's usual wood-related abilities, he has a natural intuition about soil analysis and orchid cultivation.
After he put the soil back and patted it down with the small shovel, he smiled with satisfaction. Today's physical examination of Bai Lan was completed.
Just as he was about to stand up and turn to another yellow orchid, he saw a person standing behind him.
I was so careless that I didn't even notice my nephew coming in.
Mo Xie was slightly annoyed, but his face showed no trace of embarrassment. His cold and steady voice was softened. "Why is Xing Yu here today? Are you here to say goodbye?"
Wu Xingyu took a small step back, a gentle smile forming on his icy expressionless face. He nodded and said, "Well, we'll be leaving this afternoon."
Mo Xie raised his lips in satisfaction. "Well, it just so happens that I've already contacted Molan City. There's still no news about your companions. Maybe they haven't arrived in Molan City yet. You might run into them while you're doing business. You can go look for them yourself. If there's any news from Molan City, I'll contact you. Communication in the Global Village is very convenient."
Speaking of this, Mo Xie had a satisfied smile on his face. In the past, he often wandered outside and his contact with Molan City was not close. One of the important reasons was the communication problem.
Although they all carried communicators, due to the special magnetic field on the Exile Star, it was possible that they would not be able to contact each other eight out of ten times.
Now with the Global Village chat channel, brothers no longer have to worry about him losing contact.
However, before that, the brothers in Molan City have to join the Global Village. The chat channel of the Global Village is only for the villagers of the Global Village.
Wu Xingyu's eyes darkened and he frowned, "Okay, I'll look for them on the way."
Then he revealed the real purpose of his visit today, "Uncle, please give me a few pots of orchids."
Mo Xie looked at Wu Xingyu with alarm, "What do you want the orchid for? To cook? Did you also listen to Song Wusao and want to eat orchid tripe strips, orchid-fried mushrooms, or orchid-braised bamboo shoots with crab roe?"
Wu Xingyu was surprised, "Orchids can be made into dishes?"
A hint of longing flashed across his eyes at the right moment. "The name of this dish sounds delicious."
"No, no, no, you heard it wrong." Mo Xie quickly shook his head with annoyance on his face. He never expected that he would be exposed.
Wu Xingyu didn't believe him. He looked at him straight in the eyes and said seriously, "I heard it right. Uncle, don't hide it anymore."
Seeing that Mo Xie still refused to give in, Wu Xingyu frowned and disapproved, "Uncle, you still haven't paid me back the energy coins you owe me. Now that you're growing more and more orchids, you're getting poorer and poorer. Sooner or later, you'll become a pauper whose income can't make ends meet."
"I heard earlier that the Mo family's grandfather sold a pot of black orchid for tens of billions of energy coins, which made the Mo family prosperous. After that, the Mo family would auction off a pot of orchid every year, and various orchids also flowed into the market, supporting the Mo family's huge financial resources. It can be seen that the Mo family's grandfather had first-class business skills, but why didn't my uncle inherit the Mo family's business acumen at all? In this regard, you are not as good as Fatty Pei."
"I, I just can't bear to do it." Mo Xie, who had just bought a batch of plant culture medium and had only ten spirit coins left in his pocket, blushed, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his stubbornness.
Wu Xingyu interrupted him and asked seriously, "How's the black orchid that my uncle cultivated? Was it successful?"
Mo Xie's straight back suddenly slumped, and a look of depression appeared on his face. "Although it bloomed, it didn't grow into the quality that a Mo family orchid should have."
Wu Xingyu's dark eyes looked at him with insight. "Is it because my uncle doesn't have enough spirit coins? You distributed them to other orchids."
"Can"
"No buts, it's just that you're too philanthropic, little uncle," Wu Xingyu reprimanded. "You've dispersed resources to other orchids, and instead of using them to earn money to exchange for resources, you've let them wither naturally, only to serve as nutrients with little nutritional value to nourish the next orchid. Their short lives are practically worthless. This approach is truly foolish and stupid. If orchids could talk, they'd definitely jump up and scold you, a fool for restricting their freedom."
"Yes, I was wrong." Mo Xie was stunned for a moment after being severely reprimanded, and then he humbly asked for advice, "Then how can we make their existence valuable?"
"Of course I sold it."
"Sell?" Mo Xie's eyebrows twitched, thinking that his money-loving nephew just wanted to trick him into selling flowers.
Wu Xingyu remained unmoved and continued to persuade with his excellent deception, ah, phh, excellent eloquence, "Yes, I will sell them. I will bring them out for more people to appreciate their beauty, and let countless people pay huge sums of money to compete for them. This will be their most glorious peak moment."
Seeing that Mo Xie seemed to be hesitant to speak, Wu Xingyu didn't give him the chance and gave him a vivid example, "These orchids are like female slaves in their prime. They become depressed when they are locked up in the courtyard with no one to appreciate them. They prefer to stand at the auction house and watch people be fascinated by their beauty, like crazy, and spend huge amounts of money. Only then is their life at its peak."
Hearing his clear and logical explanation, Mo Xie couldn't help but laugh, "How do you know what they are thinking?"
Wu Xingyu's dark eyes were deep. "I once busted a black market auction house, and several female slaves who didn't make it to the auction table said they hated me for coming too early. They wanted to stand in the auction house and watch countless people bewildered and crazy about them."
The imprisoned female slaves only wanted to have a splendid carnival when the flowers were at their peak. This was the proudest and most memorable highlight in their future impoverished lives.
It’s a strange thought, yet pathetically humble.
Mo Xie looked at the orchids growing in the greenhouse, which withered quickly without anyone appreciating them, and felt that he seemed to understand the thoughts of those beautiful female slaves a little.
My mouth relaxed involuntarily, "Okay then."
(End of this chapter)
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