The refugees distributed the roses and weighed them.

This pile of roses weighs about 1,400 kilograms. Bai Liu used up the 900kg daily quota for Liu Jiayi and him. Except for the 360kg left for Liu Jiayi, the rest of the roses were secretly transported here by Bai Liu.

After distributing the roses, the refugees looked at the people in charge of transporting them in confusion: "With so many roses, what does Mr. Bai want us to do?"

"In order to relieve the symptoms of more people as quickly as possible, Mr. Bai decided to get the roses himself, brew perfume and distribute it to the refugees," said the delivery person.

If they had mentioned the matter of brewing perfume before, these refugees would have been horrified and said that this was a crime and should be stopped, but with the previous events as a foundation, this step was a matter of course for them.

Someone asked in confusion: "Has Mr. Bai already got the formula for making perfume?"

There are two reasons why the Rose Factory has such a high status. The first is the unique dried leaf roses it cultivates.

The second point is the secret recipe for making rose leaf gas.

The fragrance of picked dried rose leaves dissipates very easily. If it is not processed and concentrated in time and preserved to be made into perfume, the fragrance of the roses can only last for a few minutes at most.

It takes more than that to transport roses from the field to the waste factory.

For example, the fragrance of the dried roses that are transported to the factory is already very faint. You can't smell it unless you bury your head in the flowers and smell them closely. And this fragrance is completely meaningless to these dying refugees, let alone saving more people.

Oddly enough, the production of perfumes is pretty much the same. Knowing that the main raw material of a perfume is only one kind of flower, it is very easy to crack and replicate a perfume.

Even if it is impossible to replicate perfectly, through the basic processes of picking, drying, distilling and drying, at least it is possible to produce essential oils that preserve the aroma of the raw materials for a long time - as long as this step can be achieved, the crude products produced through preliminary processing can be promoted to refugees for use.

But unfortunately, countless people have tried. Many people have risked their lives to secretly study the production process of dry leaf gas. There are many methods used, but still no one can work out the exact secret recipe.

Even many people know that under the basic processing steps of dried rose leaves, the crude essential oil produced can only maintain the fragrance for half an hour at most.

This is before the bottle is opened. Once the bottle is opened, the aroma will dissipate instantly.

Only the perfume produced by the Rose Factory, Rose Stem Leaf Gas, can keep the rich fragrance of roses for a long time.

This shows that the subsequent processing steps are completely different from the conventional raw material processing steps.

"Mr. Bai hasn't got the secret recipe yet." The foreman sighed, "He's just a processor. The secret recipe must be known by a perfumer at least."

The transporter who once worked in the rose factory recalled: "It is said that... only the factory director knows the complete secret recipe for making rose dried leaf gas."

"So what do we do with these roses now?"

"Mr. Bai said to dry it first and then process it into a semi-finished product. We have many veterans here, and there are also many factories nearby that were once counterfeit perfume factories of the Rose Factory, but they were later closed down due to infringement... But many of the processing tools in these factories have not been moved away, so they can be used directly..."

"What if we have prepared it and Mr. Bai still hasn't got the secret recipe? The semi-finished product of dried rose leaves can only be kept for three days at most before it loses its perfume-making effect..."

"No one here has ever worked as a senior factory worker. We don't know what to do with the semi-finished products, nor do we know what utensils to use. If we can't proceed to the next step when the time comes, all these semi-finished products will have to be scrapped..."

The porter took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Bai said that he would become a factory worker in three days and tell us what to do next."

“Let’s get to work!”

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Late night, flower field.

Liu Jiayi, who was demoted to a flower picker, was sitting by the field. She was putting on her protective clothing. Next to her was Qi Yifang, who had followed her silently for the whole day, also silently putting on his clothes and gloves.

Qi Yifang gave up the opportunity for promotion. He and another girl, Liu Jiayi, were demoted to become flower pickers.

After putting on her protective suit, Liu Jiayi pushed her hair out from the collar of her protective suit, adjusted the [Blizzard Goggles] on her eyes, raised her head and looked directly at Qi Yifang through the goggles.

Qi Yifang looked at the protective suit he gave to Liu Jiayi, which was as big as half of her face, and felt mixed emotions, not knowing what to say.

He couldn't tell whether the little witch whose movements were very similar to Bai Liu's but sometimes had a bit of inexplicable little girl's coquettishness was the real one or the fake one.

Finally, Qi Yifang sighed and said, "As long as we complete the minimum mission in this map, which is to pick 40kg, we won't have to leave the farm and become refugees."

He was silent for a while, and felt that Liu Jiayi was ignoring him, whether it was genuine or pretended, and he couldn't help but speak: "If you don't have enough later, you can come to me and get it. If you need any help... I won't go far, just call me if you need anything."

After saying that, Qi Yifang picked up the sack and prepared to walk into the flower field. But before he left, his back paused and his voice became very low: "If you have something to do that can't be done by my little TV, just do it. I won't be looking over here."

After saying this, Qi Yifang shook the sack on his shoulder and walked away.

Liu Jiayi blinked, then turned her head and quietly watched Qi Yifang's departing back. Her eyes were filled with gray mist and she could not see anything.

As the night deepens, tentacles begin to move beneath the flower fields, and the hideous-looking "Rose Refugees" reappear.

But this time Liu Jiayi did not take any action. After Qi Yifang left, she lay in a tent far away from the flower field. She also opened a small [magic space] for herself and trapped herself in it. By restricting any creature from entering the space, she protected herself perfectly.

Liu Jiayi yawned leisurely. She didn't look like she was going to go to the fields to pick flowers, but rather to sleep.

The usage rules of [Magic Space] are [Space Size] and [Usage Time Limit]. There is a specific upper limit for usage. When the space is smaller, the usage time will be longer.

Liu Jiayi can only use the [magic space] that covers her size, which theoretically allows her to sleep soundly until the next morning.

But doing so only ensured her safety, but not her gains - especially when she had been laid off and had no fixed income, and the cost of perfume for the refugees was going to be further increased, this approach did not seem to be a wise one.

If Qi Yifang, who was standing far away, was a little more cowardly, or couldn't help but turn around out of curiosity and noticed that Liu Jiayi was doing nothing here, he would definitely be surprised and come over to help.

After all, in this game where mental bleach is equivalent to perfume, if you don't work for a day, the perfume will not be able to keep up with the supply, and going crazy is the inevitable outcome.

But this [weather forecaster] was currently driving a strong wind to sweep away the [rose refugees], and he kept his promise honestly and did not turn around to look at the situation in Liu Jiayi's flower field.

But the situation soon reversed.

In Liu Jiayi's flower fields, some refugees began to appear, carrying backpacks and picking dried rose leaves at lightning speed.

These refugees walked cautiously along the edge of the fields, avoiding the tentacles that surged under their feet and the thieves who might steal their roses at any time. Their hands danced quickly among the rose bushes, picking the roses, so fast that only their shadows could be seen. Their hands swished up and down among the flowers, and in less than a second or two, every knuckle on their hands was filled with freshly picked roses.

Most of them were refugees with work experience as flower pickers, but unfortunately they were laid off for one reason or another and became refugees. But this morning when the porters were transporting roses back, they asked someone in the factory: Is there anyone willing to go to the flower fields at night to help Mr. Bai steal roses?

If someone had asked them to help steal roses before, these refugees would definitely not be willing.

But tonight - these refugees used their long-lost hand speed, wishing they could pluck all the roses in the entire flower field overnight, with lights shining in their eyes.

If Bai Liu really succeeded in being promoted to factory worker and eventually became the factory manager, and got the complete formula of the rose dried leaf gas perfume, then all the dried rose leaves that were picked would be successfully processed into the perfume they had always dreamed of, and then distributed to them!

This would keep them alive for a long time!

Thinking of this, these refugees who came here voluntarily became more vigilant and quick in picking the flowers. They looked around while picking, trying to avoid being attacked by the crazy "Rose Refugees" while also trying to avoid being discovered and reported by other flower pickers.

Fortunately, the rose picker guarding this flower field is Liu Jiayi.

They had been informed by the movers beforehand, and only after they knew that the flower field was safe did they dare to come and steal the roses under the cover of night.

In the past, the most powerful people who cracked down on these rose thieves were the flower pickers, because having their picked roses stolen was something that every flower picker hated to the core. Sometimes, too many roses were stolen from the flower pickers, and if their superiors found out, they would be fined or even fired!

But now the positions have been reversed. These refugees who stole roses, or the flower pickers who have been relocated, are even feeling a little overwhelmed as they look at the increasing number of roses in their arms!

This was the first time they realized that picking roses was a symbol of harvest and a happy labor.

Because the roses they picked with their hard work and even at the cost of their lives are no longer plundered by people above them, but are truly their own achievements.

This kind of happiness was something that these lower-class civilians, who lived in pain every day and worked diligently in fear that they would have no way to make a living one day, could never feel.

But now it is possible - all because of Mr. Bai's operation.

After a full night of hard work, these refugees, whose faces were pale and whose gait was unsteady, had satisfied smiles on their faces.

They quietly came to the tent area, and after finding the right tent, they quietly, reverently, and willingly placed some of the dried rose leaves they had picked in front of the tent where Liu Jiayi was sleeping.

This is the reward they are willing to pay.