Bo Jichen's purple eyes widened like copper bells. He pointed a finger, almost poking his adopted daughter's face: "I am her father. How is my love for my dear one not pure? My love for my dear one is the purest, heaven and earth can bear witness, the sun and moon can attest to it."
What a wicked disciple! A living ancestor!
They voluntarily refrain from skinning, stewing, or eating the meat.
Trying to sow discord between him and his mistress here, and even secretly complaining to his darling, trying to have him completely under her thumb—no way!
Jiang Si's hands didn't stop folding grass and weaving roses; her eyes darted back and forth between Bo Jichen and Agares, a smile playing on her lips, completely like someone watching a show.
Agares raised an eyebrow slightly, slowly took out a handkerchief, and wiped the back of his hand.
Bo Jichen: "!!!!"
This is blatant humiliation, isn't it?
He kissed his daughter, but his hand blocked him.
He not only shook his hand off, but also wiped it with a handkerchief.
Really...
Really...
Bo Jichen really didn't know what words to use to criticize his unfilial disciple. Just then, he saw his eldest daughter sit up, stick a red rose she had folded into the little bun on the back of his head, and say, "Agares, what are you waiting for? I'll send you a message to His Majesty right now."
"Let His Majesty know that I sent my father here to make money. He does nothing but cause trouble."
Bo Jichen: "..."
Agares slowly wiped his hands, folded the handkerchief into a perfect square and put it into the spatial button, opened the personal terminal, and took a picture of his teacher.
Bo Jichen immediately became alert, like a cat with its fur standing on end: "Agares, I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless, or else..."
Agares tapped the personal terminal a couple of times, lifted his eyelids, his face cold, serious yet with a hint of innocence, his voice flat: "I'm sorry, teacher, I accidentally pressed the record button when I sent the message to His Majesty. Your warning about my eloquent speech was sent to His Majesty word for word."
Bo Jichen's purple pupils widened in shock, his beautiful face instantly contorting: "You...you...you..."
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Sleeping on durians is no problem.
At least sleeping with durian allows me to humbly sleep next to my sweetheart's bed.
If you're shameless and a scoundrel, you might get a bed; if you're even more of a scoundrel, you might even get a night of passion.
Now…
The game is over.
He can forget about returning to the palace.
Seeing that she had achieved her goal of tricking the scoundrel, Jiang Si gave Agares a thumbs up. She then shoved the red and blue leaves in her hand into Bo Jichen's hand: "Don't take these, they're mine. Hurry up and pick some red strawberry roses. Pick more straw roses, make more money, you know, Daddy."
Bo Jichen's purple eyes lit up, "Yes, sir!"
Make more money, carry the money into the palace, give the money to your darling, and even if your darling won't let him into bed, she will definitely let him in.
Bo Jichen sat down next to his daughter and began to learn how to pick roses. He only picked the red ones, and he was smart enough to pick one per minute after he learned.
After sending the message, His Majesty Agares logged into his own account and posted the photos he had taken of his teacher online. He also tagged the Guard, the official Weibo account of the Hunter Legion, and two official logistics department stores. In a very official tone, he wrote on Weibo: "Welcome everyone to order straw roses. Happy Valentine's Day!"
Not long after Jiang Si's live stream ended, the straw rose became a trending topic. With this post, fans saw the exquisite profile of General Bo Jichen, as well as a bright red straw rose stuck in the small bun at the back of his head, with a small emerald green heart-shaped trinket hanging from the bottom of the bun.
Many fans commented: "General Bo Jichen has really gone to great lengths to ensure that the country's military spending is self-sufficient. Last time, he was the one kneeling to endorse the washboard. This time, with the straw rose, I must say, General Bo Jichen doesn't look effeminate at all when he wears the straw rose."
"Yes, yes, I never expected our dog general to be wearing such a stunningly beautiful red straw rose. I almost couldn't look him in the eye."
“The comments upstairs are dangerous. I’ll give you a penny to delete the words ‘dog general’ and let me say it: Bo Xilai, you’re wearing straw roses on your head, making you look extra delicate. Of course, we have to leave out your dog attitude.”
"Haha, from the comments upstairs, it's clear how unpopular our Imperial Brother-in-Law, General Bo Jichen, is."
"What do you mean by being disliked? It's a love-hate relationship between them. Those who are disciplined by him might at most grumble anonymously. But if he sees it, a beating is the least of their worries. They might get disciplined every meal and whipped every day."
"Our idol is amazing! He managed to capture such a charming and alluring image of General Bo Jichen. We can never have too many photos! Take more, and more unflattering pictures of General Bo Jichen so we can have a good laugh."
"What's so great about it, my idol? Could you please send more straw roses to your tiny logistics department? There are only 10,000 of them, and they're so hard to get."
Agares scrolled through the comments and saw his teacher and his young wife huddled together, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, their hands still moving, muttering to each other.
His dark eyes darkened, and after sending a message to the logistics department of the Hunter Legion, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Teacher, the logistics department's official WeChat store has added another 100,000 straw roses per second. The 1,000 people you led are not enough."
Bo Jichen exclaimed, "Another 100,000 copies?"
Agares replied without changing his expression, "Yes, teacher, there are still 10 hours left until the end of Valentine's Day. The 1,000 people you brought are not enough for picking roses, packing, and teleporting."
"These 100,000 copies must all be delivered by 8 pm, otherwise it will be a waste. Today is Valentine's Day, a Valentine's Day with flowers."
Bo Jichen thought about it and agreed. At the lowest standard of 199 per flower, 100,000 portions would amount to nearly 20 million in revenue. Earning 20 million in less than 10 hours is faster than robbery. Qinqin would definitely praise him, hehe.
“I’ll go and bring over another 1,000 people.” Bo Jichen tucked the folded straw rose aside, stood up, and said with a smile, “I’ll go and bring over another 1,000 people, making 2,000 people. Each person can finish one in two minutes, and 100,000 copies will be done in less than two hours. We can even add another 100,000 copies.”
Agares, with a tense expression, hummed in agreement.
Bo Jichen happily went to find someone, but after taking a few steps, he looked back and found his wicked disciple sitting in his seat, whispering something in his ear as if he were talking to his precious eldest daughter.
He suddenly felt that his wicked disciple seemed to have deliberately made him find someone, and then occupied the seat he had been sitting in, getting close to his precious eldest daughter.
No way?
The wicked disciple's emotional intelligence seems to have been devoured by his intellectual intelligence; he shouldn't have such high emotional intelligence, right?
Jiang Si told her cheap ex how to fold roses. She wrapped each of the 10 folded grass roses in wrapping paper and tied them with ribbons.
I found the addresses of the 10 winners in my private messages and sent them the 10 straw roses.
The 10 winning straw roses did not have serial numbers, while the other roses purchased from the Hunter Legion's logistics department shop had anti-counterfeiting serial numbers starting from 0 stamped on the pretty ribbons and wrapping paper.
Half an hour later.
Yu Feifei, Bai Shaoqing, and Si Mubei also arrived.
With their own daughters earning money, these parents, with a keen sense of self-awareness, joined in, sitting on the willow mats, weaving roses.
Yan Liu possesses spiritual power. Sitting on it, they don't feel tired. On the contrary, the collapse of their genes and the restlessness of their spiritual power are suppressed without them even realizing it.
Bo Jichen then called in another 1,500 people, bringing the total to over 2,000. They picked grass roses, averaging one every two minutes. That meant each person could make 30 roses per hour. Just as he had calculated, all 100,000 grass roses were packed and sent out in less than two hours.
The once barren grassland, once covered with green leaves, has been stripped bare. Ginger shreds no longer need any clearing work; the bare ground is quite eye-catching.
Seeing that it wasn't dark yet, Bo Jichen ordered the Imperial Guard's logistics department to add 100,000 copies to the store. These 100,000 copies were all sent out in just over two hours.
To thank everyone for their hard work, Jiang Si took advantage of a break to go to the toilet and forced the apples to grow. She then gave each member of the guard team who came to work a bright red apple imbued with spiritual energy.
After handing out the apples, Bo Jichen addressed the more than 2,000 people standing in front of him: "What are you all standing there for? This is my daughter, my own daughter. Hurry up and thank my daughter."
The guards had previously heard Zuo Jin and You Yu mention that their general, who had been hiding in the palace for over a decade, had quietly had a daughter.
At first, they didn't believe it, they didn't believe their dog general had a daughter and didn't show her off. Now they believe it, they believe that their dog general not only has a daughter, but that his daughter is also extremely capable.
Then, all 2,000-plus guards bowed in unison and shouted in a deafening voice, "Greetings, Miss! Thank you, Miss!"
Jiang Si was startled.
I didn't call her Your Highness.
Call her Miss.
Bo Jichen truly lives up to his reputation as a master of disguises; he has a series of disguises for himself and keeps giving her disguises as well. No wonder he's so meticulous about details that Agares couldn't find the details of his queen.
Jiang Si picked up the tobacco puff that automatically rolled into a mat, waved her hand and said, "You're welcome. Thank you for your hard work today."
More than 2,000 people said, "Young Miss, you've worked hard."
"Alright, alright, alright." Bo Jichen, holding 99 bright red straw roses he had folded and wrapped himself, said to his subordinates with disdain, "Those with lovers, hurry back to celebrate Valentine's Day. Those without lovers, hurry back to training. Don't delay me from celebrating Valentine's Day. Disperse, disperse, everyone disperse."
More than 2,000 people: "!!!"
They are heartless in pulling the ropes; they dismantle the bridge after crossing the river.
They're like a dog who pulls up his pants and then turns his back on you—that's exactly what they mean by their dog, General.
He's a total scumbag. I don't know who was blind enough to let him keep a mistress for decades.
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