Not long after, Dapeng buttoned up his shirt.
Song Fanxing helped Zhou Xiongguang and his wife clean up the weeds in the greenhouse.
With her around, the elderly couple won't get tired.
After two busy days, the greenhouse was ready.
After that, she didn't let the elderly couple come over again, as she wanted to focus on researching new varieties on her own.
Therefore, she bought a lot of flowers from a nearby flower shed to conduct experiments.
Currently, she is not in a hurry to make money. Once she cultivates better varieties, she will earn more than the nearby flower sheds.
Of course, she wouldn't steal their business.
They cater to different customer groups.
She wants to target high-end clients.
These people have high standards, and of course they are willing to spend money.
The low-end customer base is large and has high demand, so in the end, it's not a small amount of money to be made.
She just didn't want to compete with them for business.
Human energy is limited, so it's best to focus on one thing at a time.
Developing new varieties is not something that can be done overnight; it requires a gradual approach.
However, Song Fanxing was fast enough. In just one month, she had cultivated eight varieties of roses, four varieties of orchids, and a pot of lily of the valley.
With the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, and thanks to her research during her university years, these flowers were very successful and bloomed exceptionally beautifully.
Moreover, these varieties are not found in nearby flower sheds; her family has them all.
That day, she was studying new varieties in the greenhouse.
A middle-aged man entered. He had a refined appearance, wore a long robe, and gold-rimmed glasses.
Song Fanxing could tell at a glance that this was a person who appreciated fine living and valued romance.
Song Fanxing told her to look around as she pleased and to tell her what she liked.
She was the only one in the flower shed, too busy to greet any guests.
The man sniffed; he smelled a peculiar floral fragrance.
It smells like orchids, but it's different from ordinary orchids; the fragrance is richer and more unique.
The man immediately took a liking to one of the orchids. He leaned closer to smell it, and sure enough, it was the orchid that was emitting the fragrance.
Seeing his face, he liked him even more.
The petals are more vibrant than those of ordinary orchids. One orchid plant produced eight flowers, all brightly colored and extremely beautiful.
The man asked, "How much is this orchid?"
Song Fanxing said, "100."
The man frowned.
"Everyone else sells it for 5 yuan, why are you selling it for 100? Girl, that's not how you do business."
Song Fanxing stopped what she was doing and patiently explained it to him.
"Sir, I'm only telling you this because I see you know about flowers. As you can see, all the flowers here are one-of-a-kind, very precious varieties. 100 yuan is really not expensive. Orchids are indeed cheaper in other places, but I have some too. If you see one you like, just take it, I won't charge you."
Song Fanxing was referring to the flowers she bought from a nearby flower market, including several pots of orchids.
Compared to the new varieties she cultivated, it's really too ordinary.
Anyone who knows flowers will not be interested in those ordinary flowers after comparing them.
Of course men know.
But he still felt it was expensive; the price had increased 20 times, and he was unhappy about it.
Song Fanxing said, “Sir, buying flowers is like buying antiques. Ordinary flowers have no collectible value; after a while, their price will remain the same, and they are prone to dying. This orchid of mine is different. Whether you collect it or give it as a gift, it is excellent. Even if you resell it, the price will definitely be higher than what I sold it to you for. Some things are precious because they are rare. Moreover, this flower variety is very resilient and is guaranteed to live for ten years. If you take good care of it, it may live even longer, perhaps twenty years or even longer.”
The man listened quietly, deeply moved. He was a sensible man, and Song Fanxing's words made him understand.
Pay up and take the flowers away.
"Whose wife is so good at business?"
A familiar voice rang out.
Song Fanxing looked up in surprise.
How could she not recognize the voice of the person next to her?
She dropped what she was holding and ran towards Zhou Zan, jumping onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and hanging her arms around his neck.
With a smile, she asked, "What brings you here?"
Zhou Zan loved her enthusiasm.
He held her slender waist with both hands and laughed, "Missed your wife, huh?"
Song Fanxing adored Zhou Zan's mouth; he said what he thought directly, without pretending to be aloof or beating around the bush.
If you like her, tell her boldly; if you miss her, tell her openly.
Song Fanxing didn't disappoint him, repaying him with a passionate kiss.
The two kissed passionately in the flower shed, seemingly oblivious to anyone who might come in and see them.
Afterwards, both of them felt a little unsatisfied.
The way they looked at each other hinted at something.
Song Fanxing closed the flower shed and happily went home with Zhou Zan.
Her man is back, what's there to discuss? Hurry home and kiss, hug, and cuddle.
Looking at his wife, who was even more eager than him, Zhou Zan was both amused and exasperated.
That night, as expected, the two were instantly aroused.
At the crucial moment, Zhou Zan said in a hoarse voice, "Take one of those things out."
Song Fanxing: "That's all."
Zhou Zan wanted to curse.
At the crucial moment, he was about to explode when his wife said that the thing was gone. Was she kidding him?
Song Fanxing had always been the one preparing that thing, so he was used to it and never thought about preparing it himself.
Zhou Zan took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the fire in his body.
Song Fanxing, however, kept igniting passion within him.
Zhou Zan grabbed her hand.
"Star, stop fooling around."
"I'm not joking, I'm serious."
"Be good, bear with it. We'll continue after I buy that thing tomorrow."
Tolerate?
Are you kidding me?
Song Fanxing asked the same thought-provoking question.
She rolled over and pinned Zhou Zan beneath her.
"How about we have a baby?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zan's eyes turned even redder than before.
Song Fanxing was met with a deluge of kisses.
Actually, Song Fanxing did it on purpose; she still had that thing there, but she just didn't want to take it out.
She had planned it all along: after graduation, she would have a child with Zhou Zan.
While she's still young, she can recover better after having a child.
That thing will just sit in a corner collecting dust.
The two were young, energetic, and particularly prone to causing trouble.
Su Wanzhi blushed, but secretly she was pleased.
Little great-grandson, come quickly into her arms!
Aside from spending every day with Zhou Zan, Song Fanxing devoted herself to cultivating new varieties in the flower shed.
More and more customers are coming to visit, but it still can't compare to other flower sheds.
Sometimes it produces two or three pots a day, and sometimes it produces none.
But the income is considerable.
And they're happy to have some peace and quiet.
She even hired a worker to look after the greenhouse, which reduced her daily workload and gave her more time to have a baby.
Zhou Zan returned to his unit half a month later.
Not long after, Song Fanxing discovered she was pregnant.
Because her period, which is usually very punctual, didn't come.
She excitedly went to the hospital for a checkup and found out she was indeed pregnant.
This made Zhou Xiongguang and Su Wanzhi extremely happy.
He boasted to each neighbor, "My granddaughter-in-law is pregnant, and our Zhou family is going to have a new member."
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