Zhao Guotian's face was bitter when he heard this: "It seems that you are indeed just getting started, and the leaves on the top of this old golden cinnamon have withered and fallen off, and the whole plant is lifeless." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"It's summer, when the golden cinnamon is at its most luxuriant, so there's no reason for this to happen. I moved this flower here just to ask Professor Yan to help me take a look, but unfortunately, even he said that the root of this golden cinnamon was necrotic and could not be saved. ”

This old golden cinnamon turned out to be a terminally sick dead plant?!

Huo Sining was suddenly startled, and subconsciously turned his head and stared at the old golden cinnamon closely.

At this glance, she found that, as Zhao Guotian said, the leaves on the top of the old golden cinnamon appeared to be yellow, and the whole plant was lifeless, not at all as full of life as the shrubs growing in the flower beds next to it.

This result was very surprising to Huo Sining.

To cultivate such a native old golden cinnamon, the time and energy it takes is definitely not something that can be done in three or five years simply.

Even her, an outsider, felt sorry, but one could imagine how heartbroken the flower keeper was by the death of this old Jin Gui.

If it is a simple pest or disease, ordinary flower keepers can save it, but root rot is not so simple.

Pests or germs can only hurt its surface, but root rot is the root of it, damaging the transportation fortress of plant nutrients, and the normal supply of water and nutrients can not be supplied, and this flower really has only a dead end.

Compared with a diseased plant and a healthy plant, the price is naturally not the same.

Especially like this old golden cinnamon, rotting roots means that it is terminally ill, and there is only one result if it continues to be raised.

Once this pot of flowers is raised, this old golden cinnamon will be worthless.

Looking at what Zhao Guotian meant, he probably had already given up, otherwise he would not have given up on himself to throw these words directly in this corridor, and it is estimated that he would have sentenced this old Jin Gui to death.

Thinking like this, Huo Sining couldn't help but feel emotional.

Others can't save this old golden cinnamon, but she may not be able to give it a go.

You must know that she has a cheating device in her hand, and even the broken orchid that she wanted back from Hu Yongyuan before was saved by her, not to mention that the old golden cinnamon in front of her is not dead, and there is still a glimmer of life.

Thinking of this, Huo Sining's mind flickered, this old golden cinnamon was no longer necessary to be treated in Zhao Guotian's eyes, in this case, if he wanted to buy this old golden cinnamon, the price would not be too high. If you buy this pot of old golden cinnamon at the bottom price......

Huo Sining knew the anti-heaven instinct of Bizhu's aura, and it was not difficult to bring this golden cinnamon back to life, once this old golden cinnamon came back to life, its value would definitely make her a lot of money.

Thinking of it, Huo Sining asked bluntly: "Boss Zhao, I won't tell you, I'm very interested in this pot of old golden cinnamon, I don't know if Boss Zhao is willing to cut his love and transfer?"

As soon as Huo Sining said this, not only Zhao Guotian was stunned, but even Yan Xuesong and Hu Yongyuan, who were standing on the side, showed surprise on their faces, and Yan Xuesong's eyes were even more suspicious of Huo Sining's face.

"You want to buy this pot of old cinnamon?"

Zhao Guotian only had one feeling in his heart, was this girl's brain broken, she had to buy a pot of dead plants that had rotted roots, didn't she understand what she said just now?

Huo Sining nodded solemnly: "Boss Zhao, I don't dare to say big things, I definitely can't save this flower, but it doesn't mean that it can really only wait for death." ”

"Although I only know a little about flower fur, I have a friend who is a master of flowers, and I bought this flower to ask him to help, thinking that with his ability, he should be able to bring this golden cinnamon back to life. ”

The most powerful master in the universe "My friend" was made up by Huo Sining again, but even if she lied, Huo Sining was also calm, she just fabricated the existence of a person, but it doesn't mean that she can't raise this pot of osmanthus, so she can't be a lie, right?

Besides, if she told the truth and said that she bought it back and raised it herself, let alone Zhao Guotian, even she herself felt untrustworthy.

You are a fledgling rookie who is ashamed to say that you want to feed a pot of dead plants, even Yan Xuesong doesn't dare to say this kind of big talk easily, it's no wonder that others don't laugh to death.

Sure enough, Zhao Guotian listened to Huo Sining's words, and the doubt in his eyes dropped by seven points.

However, he was still a little surprised, after all, even Yan Xuesong had made up his mind that this pot of flowers could not be raised, how could this girl have such confidence that her friend could feed this flower?

You must know that Yan Xuesong is one of the top flower cultivation experts in the entire Jiangcheng, even he can't do anything, can her friend be cured?

As if seeing Zhao Guotian's doubts, Huo Sining smiled slightly, and shifted his gaze to the pot of old golden cinnamon:

"Thinking about it, Boss Zhao is also a person who cherishes flowers, and he must have deep feelings for Lao Jingui. It's better to be like this, I made an agreement with Boss Zhao, in three months, if my friend can't feed this pot of old golden cinnamon, then I, Huo Sining, will compensate ten times the original price of this pot of flowers, how about it?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Zhao Guotian, but even Yan Xuesong was shocked: "Little girl, don't talk too much, do you know how much this pot of flowers is worth at the original price?"

Huo Sining nodded lightly: "Since it is the original old golden cinnamon, the value must be higher than the golden cinnamon grafted by the rootstock, according to my estimate, the original price of this golden cinnamon should be between twenty and three hundred thousand." ”

Seeing that Huo Sining was so determined, Yan Xuesong was interested.

He has always been conceited, this old golden cinnamon is rotten, and even he has no way to start, and now someone actually claims to be able to feed this old golden cinnamon, and suddenly his fighting spirit was provoked.

Not caring about his own face, Yan Xuesong clapped the hand on behalf of Zhao Guotian and said: "Okay, little girl, since you trust your friend so much, I will agree for Boss Zhao." ”

"But you're at a loss for that agreement, and we can't bully you as a child just because you're old. That's good, in three months, as long as your friend can feed this golden cinnamon, this pot of flowers will be given to you! I want to see if your friend has this ability!"

Yan Xuesong's words made Huo Sining a little surprised, but of course she couldn't ask for this flower if it could be given to her, so Huo Sining readily agreed.

"Xiao Yu, are you sure? If you can't support you, you will have to pay two million, this is not a joke!"

Luo Jinzhi pulled Huo Sining, his eyes revealed doubts and worries, in Luo Jinzhi's cognition, Huo Sining is very good at fish farming, but she has never heard of this flower farming, Luo Jinzhi is afraid that Huo Sining will suffer if he agrees impulsively, and can't help but want to remind her.

"Rest assured, I dare to say that with certainty. Huo Sining smiled and patted the back of Luo Jinzhi's hand and comforted. (To be continued.) )