You are also someone who has been involved in the flower art industry for decades. You are not just a newbie. Do you believe this kind of thing? You should know how difficult it is to cultivate a new variety. Twenty years, at least, will take at least twenty years. "
"It takes at least twenty years to cultivate a new variety, but look at this little guy next to you, how old is he? Even if we don't discriminate against Orientals, his age this year will not be more than two at most. Are you in your teens?"
"He is only in his twenties this year, so how old was he twenty years ago?"
"Old Tom, please don't tell me that this talented young man from the East next to you is a true child prodigy. He has been cultivating new varieties of flowers since he wore crotchless pants."
The old man with the goatee's tone was full of sarcasm.
And after hearing his words, the old men in the room couldn't bear it anymore, and they all laughed wildly.
Some old men laughed so happily that they even burst into tears, and one of them was even more exaggerated. He actually laughed so hard that he accidentally fell down from his chair.
But despite this, they were still smiling desperately.
Finally, when these old men stopped laughing, one of them, a bald old man, spoke sarcastically in a strong Russian English: "Old Tom, you are really old, you are actually... Such a little devil from the East easily deceived him and even brought him to us."
Shaking his head, the bald old man looked at Old Tom with eyes full of sympathy.
He said with pity and regret: "Old Tom, maybe you are really old. You should seriously consider the suggestions of several of us, retire from the flower art industry, and go home to live in peace."
"If you have financial difficulties, just ask, we have been old friends for so many years, and we will never just sit back and watch you starve to death. As long as you ask, we will definitely help you. "
When he said this, the bald old man's tone was no longer joking, but extremely sincere. After hearing his words, several other old men in the room also echoed:
"Yes, Old Tom, you are really old and it's time to retire."
"Take old Ivan's advice seriously, Tom. He's right. We're not going to let you get into trouble."
"That's true. We will definitely help."
Li Zhe could see that although these old men were full of contempt for him as an Oriental, they did show their true feelings for Old Tom. It was obvious that they were not lying. They did regard Old Tom as a friend. And Li Zhe was also very sure that if Old Tom was willing to ask for help, these old men would definitely lend a helping hand.
However, this is not the result that Li Zhe wants.
He was dragged here by Old Man Tom, and then he was ridiculed mercilessly by several of his old friends. He was called the "Liar from the East", and then he was driven out like a dog. He was dejected. Leave with your tail between your legs.
Damn it, did labor and management follow old Tom here just to make these old guys laugh?
Originally, when Old Tom brought him here and guessed his intentions, Li Zhe didn't feel much. After all, although Old Tom was kind-hearted, Li Zhe had never thought about developing further in the flower art world.
Therefore, he does not need or care about the name of a young genius in the flower art field from the East.
However, the contempt for the Orientals and Chi Guoguo by these old white men in front of him made Li Zhe completely irritated.
Li Zhe was angry, and the consequences were serious. He decided to pretend to be pretty first, and then slap a few people in the face.
Grabbing Old Tom, whose face was flushed with anger and almost about to go berserk, Li Zhe stepped forward, sat down among the old men, and glanced around at the astonished old men. , and then focused his gaze on the face of the old man with the goatee who was shouting the most fiercely just now, looked into his eyes, and said jokingly: "You said that we Orientals are not good, then do you dare to make a bet with me? "
"What bet?"
Sensing a hint of danger from Li Zhe's eyes, the old man with the goatee spoke subconsciously.
"It's very simple. The new varieties of flowers I cultivated have also participated in this exhibition. Do you dare to go out with me and take a look?"
Hearing Goatee's answer, Li Zhe looked into his eyes and said with a smile: "If it is true that I am a liar as you said, then I am willing to hang up the sign that I am a liar and parade around the exhibition site for a day, but If I am not, I hope you can publicly apologize to me and Mr. Tom in the form of a full broadcast, and admit that your discriminatory remarks against Orientals just now are wrong."
"How about it, do you dare?"
Li Zhe spoke word by word with his eyes fixed on the old man with the goatee in front of him.
"Gudu!"
After hearing what he said, the uneasy feeling in the old man's heart became stronger and stronger. He swallowed hard and felt a little hesitant.
"Bet with him, old Roosevelt, what are you afraid of?"
Just when the old man named Roosevelt was hesitating, the bald old Ivan next to him said in a rough voice: "He is just bluffing you. We old guys are doing flower arrangements." It’s not like I’ve been around the world for a day or two. When did you ever hear of such a young guy cultivating a new variety?”
"Yes, it will take at least twenty years to cultivate a new variety."
"It's just that he wants to breed a new variety at such a young age. How is it possible? He is just bluffing."
"Old Roosevelt, don't be intimidated by him, bet with him."
Following Old Ivan's voice, several old men in the room started making noise together. After hearing what his companions said, Roosevelt gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay, I'll bet with you."
"Well, please come with me."
He used his eyes to stop the hesitant old man next to him, Tom, who wanted to speak. Li Zhe waved his hand fiercely and motioned for the old men to follow him. Then he stood up and walked towards the Jiangcheng Flower Group's booth. Behind him, several old men looked at each other, stood up one after another, and followed him out of the room together.
"Wow, what kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful."
"It's just like a rainbow, so beautiful!"
"Hahaha, isn't it just called rainbow flower?"
The scene of the flower exhibition was neither too small nor too big. The group walked for a few minutes and soon arrived near the booth of Jiangcheng Flower Group.
From afar, Li Zhe, old man Tom who was following him, and a few other old guys saw that the platform of Jiangcheng Flower Group was filled with people. Among the crowd, bursts of exclamations came out from time to time. Voice.
Seeing this scene, the old men following Li Zhe looked at each other with an ominous premonition in their hearts. Li Zhe did not show politeness to them and led them directly towards the dense crowd.
Although the crowd was dense, there seemed to be an invisible barrier around Li Zhe, separating the crowds on both sides. Soon, the group of them passed through the crowd and arrived at the booth of Jiangcheng Flower Group.
"Ah? This is it?"
As soon as I got out of the crowd, I saw at a glance the Jiangcheng Flower Group's booth. There were several pots of unique flowers with seven different colors, brilliant colors and dazzling youth. Old Roosevelt, old Ivan and other old men were immediately stunned. It's like being struck by lightning.
Seeing their appearance, Li Zhe, who had never been a man of faith, said unceremoniously: "Everyone, I would like to solemnly introduce to you that this is a new variety of flowers cultivated by me. I named it. 's'."
"Seven-colored flowers, seven-colored flowers."
Li Zhe originally wanted to stimulate old guys like Roosevelt and let them know that the Orientals are not as useless as they thought, but these old guys seemed to be stunned. He stared at the colorful flower in front of him and murmured to himself.
Suddenly, Old Roosevelt among them was the first to wake up. He was shocked, looked at Li Zhe with a look like a monster, and said incredulously: "You said, you cultivated this seven-color flower yourself." ?You didn’t lie to me?”
"I think you should think carefully about how you are going to apologize to me and Mr. Tom later."
Regarding this old guy who looked down on others, Li Zhe didn't give him a good look and said in a cold tone.
"No problem, no problem, let alone using the venue's broadcast, even if it is published in the newspaper to apologize, there is no problem."
However, what surprised Li Zhe was that as soon as he finished speaking, Roosevelt grabbed his wrist and said excitedly: "As long as Mr. Li Zhe can agree to my request, let's take this colorful flower." Give me the international sales agency rights. I can have my apology statement aired on the BBC for a month."
"Damn it, do you want it to be so fierce?"
To be honest, Li Zhe wanted Roosevelt to apologize on the radio, which was just a deliberate attempt to vent his anger. In fact, even if Roosevelt could apologize in private, he would be satisfied. After all, although these old men are hateful, their treatment of Tom The old man was sincere, and Old Tom had helped him and Meng Yu so much, and if he really wanted to do something too great, Old Tom might not feel good about his face.
However, Li Zhe did not expect that the old Roosevelt would go even further. In order to obtain the international sales agency rights, he would broadcast the apology statement on the BBC for a month.
Even if it's just to make money, you don't have to work so hard, right?
"Fuck!"
Just when Li Zhe was slandering in his heart, he turned to look at the other old men, and he was shocked again. I saw these old men looking at him, as if they were old perverts who had been in prison for decades and saw beautiful women in bikinis after being released from prison.
Uh-huh!
In just a moment, these old guys, who were already in their seventies and eighties, were more agile than a monk like him. They suddenly gathered around and shouted:
"Leave it to me, Mr. Li Zhe. No matter what conditions Old Roosevelt gives you, I will be better than him."
"Give it to me, Mr. Li Zhe. Not only can I give you the most favorable terms, I also have a beautiful granddaughter."
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