In September, the Clivia raised by Jiang Xiaobai's family bloomed again.

Why do I say it again? Because it has already bloomed once during the Spring Festival.

Generally speaking, Clivia blooms around the Spring Festival every year, and rarely blooms twice, of course there are also three times.

This was raised by Jiang Xiaobai from other places last year. There were five pots of flowers in total. I don’t know what kind of variety Jiang Xiaobai is.

Strangely, this Clivia is said to have never bloomed in his original owner, but when he came to his home, it actually bloomed twice in a row.

"Bang bang bang." Someone knocked on the yard door.

Jiang Xiaobai just got up, but he didn't go home all summer vacation, so he stayed in the capital.

"Who?" Jiang Xiaobai asked, walking towards the gate.

"I," Zhao Xinyi's crisp voice sounded from outside the gate.

"Sister Xinyi," Jiang Xiaobai opened the door, and Zhao Xinyi, wearing a white dress, tied her ponytail casually behind her head, and stood outside the door in a pretty way.

Jeans on the legs wrap two pairs of long legs tightly.

The only drawback is that you have an old-fashioned suitcase in your hand.

"Come in, have you just got off the car?" Jiang Xiaobai asked while letting Zhao Xinyi in.

Calculate the time, it’s time for school to start.

"Yes," Zhao Xinyi responded and followed Jiang Xiaobai into the house, just like before.

"Hey, this is Clivia, why is it blooming?" Zhao Xinyi looked at the five pots of Clivia on the windowsill of Jiang Xiaobai, who was posing in the room and was immediately attracted.

"I think this is a smile on Clivia." Zhao Xinyi stared at her for a long time and then spoke.

"You still understand this." Jiang Xiaobai asked.

"How can I not understand? The newspapers are published. Every household in Changchun has Clivia. Some foreign businessmen have paid $10,000 for a pot of Clivia, and some Hong Kong businessmen want to exchange cars and steal flowers."

Zhao Xinyi said, in fact, she couldn't understand why a pot of flowers is so valuable.

"Ten thousand US dollars," Jiang Xiaobai smiled and shook his head. The Clivia incident in Changchun may be the first commercial bubble in my country's history.

According to the historical process, Jiang Xiaobai knew that a pot of 10,000 US dollars was far from the best level in Changchun's history.

In fact, at this time, not only the Clivia in Changchun, but also the five-needle pine in Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas were also hot, and its level also doubled and rose.

The rise is so high that it makes ordinary people crazy. No one has ever thought that money can still be made like this.

Obviously, there is nothing worthwhile than watching, so how can it increase to thousands or tens of thousands of yuan?

Of course, coincidentally, this happened abroad in the 17th century, but it was just that tulips were fried. This was the first time that there had been a bubble in business history.

As my country's reform and opening up continues to develop, more bubbles will appear, and this is just the beginning.

A box that symbolizes "Pandora" was really opened.

For the first time, I told the people that there is such a way to make money.

"How much do you think I can buy these pots of flowers?" Jiang Xiaobai asked with a smile.

"I don't know, and I can't understand it. How could anyone spend so much money to buy flowers?" Zhao Xinyi shook her head and said.

"It's all copied. As long as the hype is good, I say he is worth 50,000 in a pot, and he is worth 50,000, and he is worth 100,000."

Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Fifty thousand, one hundred thousand, you're crazy, how could you sell 100,000?" Zhao Xinyi said in shock.

"Hehe, let's not talk, go out for dinner." Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and smiled.

If he had just returned from time to time, maybe he would have brought these five pots of Clivia to Changchun to hype it up and make his first pot of gold.

Just a simple Kao competition or something can make a lot of money.

"Okay," Zhao Xinyi nodded.

Jiang Xiaobai locked the door, and the two of them walked out without riding their bicycles.

"Miss Zhao is here, Xiaobai, it's not that the old man, I'm talking to you, you have to hurry up, otherwise a girl like Xiao Zhao might marry someone else."

A man from the entrance of the alley said, "Zhao Xinyi has been here a lot and is familiar with the people in the alley."

"If you bloom, the breeze will come." Jiang Xiaobai was so proud that Zhao Xinyi was so angry that she used a girl's cute punch and hit Jiang Xiaobai in the chest twice.

When passing by a shopping mall, Jiang Xiaobai stopped unexpectedly.

I saw a staff member wearing a Coca-Cola uniform setting up a small stall at the door, next to it was a bunch of colorful balloons fluttering in the wind.

Buy a bottle of Coca-Cola and get a balloon.

Many people were watching around buying coke. In fact, at this time, our country did not like this kind of cough syrup-like smell.

There is a saying that it is that ginger juice is coughed by boiling cola. In the previous life, Jiang Xiaobai's mother always did this.

It is said that the predecessor of Coke was cocacola, a gas-free drink that refreshed and relieves fatigue. Later, it accidentally got soda and turned into Coke.

At this time, the people still liked the sweet soda from the Arctic Ocean.

But Coca-Cola is very marketing. Buy Coke and get balloons and colorful chopsticks.

For a moment, people coming in and out of the mall were lined up in front of the stall.

"Let's go, let's buy two bottles too." Jiang Xiaobai pulled Zhao Xinyi and squeezed forward.

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"A bottle of Coca-Cola costs 50 cents, and you can get a colorful balloon or a pair of colorful chopsticks."

"Give it," Jiang Xiaobai handed out a dollar, took two bottles of Coke, and picked two more colorful balloons.

Hand the colorful balloon to Zhao Xinyi and unscrew a bottle to Zhao Xinyi.

Then I opened my own coke and started drinking it, and it still tasted the same.

Zhao Xinyi also sipped Coke in small sips, feeling happy.

It’s not because Coca-Cola is sweet, but because of Jiang Xiaobai’s behavior of unscrewing the bottle cap for himself.

In fact, Jiang Xiaobai is really good. Except for not having confessed to him, he is really good.

However, thinking about this, it is normal for everyone to express themselves and not get used to talking about love and love.

But Zhao Xinyi always thinks that Jiang Xiaobai is so good at coaxing girls and playing romance.

I secretly sang the most romantic thing I wrote for myself countless times.

How could a person like him be so dull that he is not good at expressing feelings?

"Lend me a pen and use it." Jiang Xiaobai ran back again, borrowed the pen, and wrote the names of the two balloons under Zhao Xinyi's gaze.

"Let's go." Jiang Xiaobai hooked his fingers, and Zhao Xinyi, who was teased by Jiang Xiaobai, took the initiative to reach in and let Jiang Xiaobai lead him.

Then, with the other hand, tightly holding the balloon rope.

As for the coke in his hand, he had already been held in Jiang Xiaobai's hand.
Chapter completed!