Chapter 91 Opening

Two days later, it will be the annual Qixi Day. This day is a good day for the cowherd to meet the weaver girl. Those like-minded children in the city have already met secretly, and those romantic men and brothers who are not very comfortable can't stand loneliness and call for friends one after another.

However, I don't know when a craze began to spread in the city. It is said that there is a beautiful flower called roses, representing brave and pure love. If any young man can offer a bouquet of roses to his beloved woman on the Chinese Valentine's Day, he will receive God's blessing.

Legend has it that there was once a man and a man who was enthusiastic and named lover, while the woman was gentle, just like her name lover. One day, they found two budding flowers in a small mountain. Because they had never seen such a flower and did not know its name, both of them were curious. The man wanted to pick them carefully, but he was accidentally stabbed by the sharp thorns of the flowers, and the blood immediately flowed out. Seeing this, the woman was very heartbroken. She inadvertently shed a tear and fell at the same time as the drop of blood on the man's hand and fell on the two flowers. The one stained by blood turned into an enthusiastic red, and the other turned into a gentle white, but they all had the same name, rose. When the lover and the lover are together, they have been in love for a long time, and the rose has witnessed the existence of love.

This story has become more and more legendary by the world, and has spread widely in the market, and even gradually spread to the upper-level officials and merchants. However, in addition to the gardeners who specialize in plants, the world knows very little about flowers. The strange names and touching legends add a mysterious veil to the flower of roses.

Naturally, all florists have heard about this, but they don't think about it. After the Qixi Festival, they have never heard of anyone holding a pot of flowers to express their feelings, which is really ridiculous. However, some lively bosses have made up their minds about this rumor. Boss Zhao of the cloud flower shop has racked his brains in the past two days to get a lot of money from the word rose.

However, Lu Mengji became more and more confident. After arranging the shop properly and explaining many matters to Fang Yuan one by one, Lu Mengji was slightly relieved.

As the largest shareholder, Mrs. You can also say that she has worked hard for a small flower shop. She can even find half-immortals in the city and open it at a lucky time.

Just one day before the Chinese Valentine's Day, the "Hua Jieyu" flower shop opened, and the red firecrackers sounded for half a moment. All the lively children covered their ears and ran up to beg for candy. Fang Yuan, as a shopkeeper, was not stingy. He grabbed a large bag of wedding candy in his hands and scattered them to passers-by to please them.

In just half a day, there were dozens of guests in the store, but most of these people came to see something new and were really willing to pay for it, but there were almost no profit, except for a few people who were entrusted by Mrs. You to buy a few pots of flowers.

The two-point mouth was thin, but the business was still bleak. It was inevitable to be frustrated. He was leaning in front of the counter and complaining to Fang Yuan. A man suddenly broke in outside and walked around the flower shop breathlessly. The shop was very exquisite. There were two layers of finely carved solid wood frame on both sides of the wall, and each floor was placed on each floor. Different exquisite potted plants, and a unique and green fortune tree was placed on the door, and then inside, it suddenly lit up.

A transparent glazed shelf is placed directly opposite the door. Although the location is extremely close to the store, the light is bright, so when you approach the front, you only feel bright. In the glazed shelf, there are more than a dozen beautiful and exquisite small porcelain bottles, just on each porcelain bottle. The picture is eye-catching.

On both sides of the glazed shelves, there are also two rows of green bamboo cabinets, on which there are vases of different shapes and styles, and each vase is decorated with a different flower.

The man obviously did not think that there was such a universe in this flower shop. When he walked to the counter almost hidden in the flowers, his heart had already changed from initial anxiety to surprise. He looked around the shop again, and then frowned and asked, "Is there any kind of flower called rose in your store?"

Shuangdian was worried that there was no guest. Hearing the word rose, he suddenly became energetic, and his eyes were shining and hurriedly answered, "Yes, there is! Sir..."

"Double point, why don't you go and pour tea for the guest!" Fang Yuan was afraid that he would quickly poke out the secrets that Lu Mengji had ordered earlier, so he quickly interrupted Shuangdian and invited guests to sit in the teahouse reserved earlier.

Shuangdian finally saw a serious guest, but was opened by Fang Yuan. He had to reluctantly go into the inner room to make a pot of hot tea and bring it out. He stood at the door waiting for the new guest according to Fang Yuan's instructions, but his ears always paid attention to the dynamics in the teahouse.

After listening to the guest's simple congratulations on the opening of the new store, he hurriedly said, "To be honest, since I heard the story of the rose, my young master has been urging him to go down to find out which flower shop has roses, and said that if he can't find this kind of flower, he will never have to go back home. I don't know if it's the Qixi Festival, but I inquired about several flower shops in the city, but the owners of those stores have never heard of roses. Don't you think it's embarrassing? But my young master didn't believe it. He really couldn't do it. Today, he happened to see your store opening, so he could come in and try his luck.

"Don't worry, I'm satisfied with your order, but I don't know how many you are going to order. You know, the number of roses is very particular." Fang Yuan was originally an old deep-fried dough stick in the business. Seeing the man's clothes, he knew that the other party would not worry about silver, so he opened his mouth and talked about business directly.

The man only heard his son ask for roses, but he had never heard of the importance of quantity, so he asked curiously, "I don't know that the rose still has these requirements. Please don't hesitate to ask the shopkeeper for advice."

Fang Yuan thought about what Lu Mengji said, so he combed it again and said, "Speaking this, there is really a jingle, single-mindedly into a pair, three gifts and vowing unswervingly, admiring Liu Liushun without regret, happy to meet eight prosperous, long-lasting and perfect. Of course, the more roses you give to your heart, the more sincere you are, don't you think?

I only heard the man's soft words, which sounded really fresh. "In this way, I'm a little confused. According to the shopkeeper, how many branches should my young master send to be sincere?"

"In fact, as long as you have a heart, even if it's just one branch, it's enough," Fang Yuan pondered for a moment. "However, since the noble son intends to give the girl, he must have the intention to give the girl. In this way, if he gives less, he will reduce his identity. In Fang's humble opinion, nine flowers represent long-lasting, more than ten represent perfect, and eleven It means one-mindedness and only cares about one person. It's better to choose one from these numbers.

"And the new opening of the store, there are also discounts, that is, buy ten flowers, another one, and give away exquisite packaging," Fang Yuan added a sentence at the right time, which strengthened the other party's belief in buying.