The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Chen Zhi had no intention of renting flowers; renting was more troublesome than selling. She didn't have many flowers and wasn't worried about selling them, so she shook her head and refused.

He Qianqian was somewhat disappointed. She looked at the people behind her and asked, "How about we buy it?"

"Funds are tight," the man said, his gaze never leaving Chen Zhi's face from the moment she appeared. "Comrade, would you be interested in acting?"

Chen Zhi refused decisively, "No interest."

"I've asked her this question several times already, Guan Rui, just give up." He Qianqian felt a sense of satisfaction watching Guan Rui get the short end of the stick.

This stubborn, unyielding man deserves a woman to appear and humiliate him.

Guan Rui wanted to say something more, but then another guest called Chen Zhi, so Chen Zhi left.

He Qianqian: "These roses are really nice. Didn't you complain that the handmade roses weren't realistic enough, lacked spirit? Look at this pot by the door, the petals are big enough, vibrant yet elegant, does it suit your taste, Director Guan?"

Guan Rui said with a straight face, "I'm just an assistant director."

"These roses are beautiful, but no one wants to rent them," said one of the people who came with us.

He Qianqian: "Actually, it's normal not to rent them. Their flowers are in full bloom. If they lend us their flowers for ten or fifteen days, the blooming period will be over, and the price of the flowers will drop. It's not worth it."

"Roses bloom in all four seasons. This blooming season is over, but there will be another one. She has nothing to lose." The other person's tone was not very polite.

He Qianqian frowned. "If they don't want to rent, they don't have to. Don't act like they owe you something."

"I didn't say anything wrong," the man retorted. "She has so many flowers here, what's wrong with renting us a few?"

He Qianqian rolled her eyes. "So, according to you, the bank has so much money, shouldn't they give you a share too?"

"How can that be the same?" Liao Jianing said angrily. "He Qianqian, don't take your neighbor's side just because the shop owner is your neighbor. You and the film crew are on the same team, and the interests of the film crew and your interests are intertwined."

"I wasn't taking my neighbor's side; I was just stating the facts. Business is about mutual consent and freedom of purchase. If someone doesn't have the business, they can refuse. Are you trying to force a sale? Are you, Liao Jianing, a bandit?"

"Where did I force you to buy or sell? You can't even give me a few complaints?"

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"..." Liao Jianing was so angry she wanted to pounce on He Qianqian and tear her mouth apart, but she didn't dare; she couldn't beat He Qianqian. So she turned to Guan Rui for help, her voice soft and coquettish, "Brother Guan, what do you think?"

vomit--

He Qianqian got up with goosebumps all over her body, and felt like throwing up her dinner from the night before.

Guan Rui remained unfazed. "Let's go into the store and take a look."

Upon entering the store, Guan Rui, He Qianqian, and the others were stunned by the sight of the room filled with flowers.

Is spring here? Why are all these flowers blooming?

This must have come from some kind of incubation lab, right?

"Roses, peonies, chrysanthemums, and orchids—all the flowers we need for this production are here." He Qianqian counted them off one by one, her eyes growing brighter and brighter. Even without Guan Rui saying a word, she knew these flowers were perfect, absolutely perfect.

Where can you find so many flowers in full bloom this season?

Moreover, these flowers are simply too beautiful; they are definitely the most beautiful flowers she has seen in over twenty years.

Isn't this film about flower fairies? Only such beautiful flowers can be called "fairies," the old flowers don't deserve it.

Not only He Qianqian felt this way, but Guan Rui couldn't take his eyes off her either.

This trip was worthwhile.

Guan Rui looked at He Qianqian, "Why don't you talk to the shop owner again?"

"I'm not that close to her, we've only exchanged a few words." He Qianqian looked helpless, but for the sake of the production team, "I can try again."

Just as He Qianqian was about to walk towards Chen Zhi, she heard someone say, "Boss Chen, I'll take all these peonies. Can you give me a discount?"

Chen Zhi: "Six pots of peonies, six yuan per pot. I should have charged you thirty-six, but I'll give you a discount of one yuan and charge you thirty-five."

"Okay, I'll pay right now." The customer was straightforward and took out the money on the spot.

He Qianqian's face stiffened, and she turned to look at Guan Rui, whose face also darkened.

"Beautiful neighbor, do you have any other peonies in your shop?" He Qianqian asked.

Chen Zhi: "We've run out of peonies in the shop, and the roses by the door have already been reserved."

Just as Chen Zhi and He Qianqian were talking, another person came to pay the bill, carrying orchids.

He Qianqian discovered that the store was doing exceptionally well; almost every customer who entered the store left empty-handed.

She turned to look at Guan Rui, "The flowers are all gone, are we still going to talk?"

How should we discuss this?

If they have no trouble selling, why would they need to rent?

Guan Rui gritted his teeth, "Let's talk."

He Qianqian had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward. "Neighbor, look, could you do me a favor and rent me a few potted plants?"

"Is your film crew so poor? You can't even afford a few potted plants?" Didn't He Qianqian say before that filming would earn you money?

Uh--

He Qianqian's expression stiffened. "We're not poor. This difficulty is temporary."

Chen Zhi shook her head, "I'm afraid of the hassle, I don't want to rent it."

"We'll take it, and bring it back to you when we're done. It's no trouble at all," He Qianqian assured her, patting her chest. "We definitely won't kill your flowers."

Chen Zhi shook her head again, "By the time you bring them back, I might still be selling flowers."

"What do you mean?" He Qianqian asked, puzzled. The shop was doing quite well, so why weren't they selling flowers anymore?

"My flower supply is limited. It looks like I'll run out of stock in a few more days and I'll have to close down." The business was so good that Chen Zhi herself hadn't expected it.

He Qianqian fell silent and looked at Guan Rui.

Guan Rui gritted his teeth, "We'll buy it too."

He Qianqian thought for a moment, "Then I'll buy two pots and give them to the film crew for free. I'll take them home after they're done. By the way, neighbor, can you restock your roses and peonies?"

"I have a few more potted plants at home. If you want them, I can get them for you this afternoon or tomorrow morning."

"No need, you take them home tonight, I'll go home tonight and take them to the film set tomorrow."

"Alright."

He Qianqian and Guan Rui picked out three potted plants in the store, spending less than fifty yuan.

Guan Rui patted his empty pockets and breathed a sigh of relief. It was alright; it was cheaper than he had expected.

As the group was about to leave, Chen Zhi called out to He Qianqian and handed her a talisman folded into a triangle, saying, "Keep it with you and don't get it wet."

He Qianqian's heart skipped a beat. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

She vaguely knew that the couple next door were not ordinary people and possessed some special abilities. At this moment, Chen Zhi suddenly handed her a talisman, and she immediately panicked.

Chen Zhi shook her head. "It's not that you have a problem."

He Qianqian: "Then—"

"We'll talk about it tonight," Chen Zhi said, then went to greet the other guests.

Once outside the store, Guan Rui frowned. "Does your neighbor also have other side jobs?"

He Qianqian shook her head. "I don't know."

She only knew that they were not simple, but she didn't know exactly what their abilities were.

"This is all so mystical. I don't think it's some kind of superstition." Liao Jianing said with a look of disdain. "It's been years since the 'Destroy the Four Olds' campaign, and you, He Qianqian, still believe in this? Your thinking is far too backward."

He Qianqian glared at Liao Jianing, then carefully placed the talisman in her shirt pocket and buttoned it up. "Whether I believe it or not is none of your business. If you're so capable, then don't go and offer incense to your ancestors during the Qingming Festival."

Liao Jianing choked and couldn't speak.

As soon as He Qianqian and her group left, someone in the shop asked, "Boss Chen, were there any problems with those people just now?"

"It's not that they have a problem, it's that one of them is tainted with bad luck," Chen Zhi said. The girl named Liao Jianing is likely to have a lot of bad luck recently, ranging from bleeding to death.

She didn't care about Liao Jianing; she was only worried that He Qianqian would be affected, which is why she gave He Qianqian a talisman.

Putting everything else aside, He Qianqian has a good personality, and she admires people like He Qianqian.

"Boss Chen, I think you shouldn't just sell flowers, you should sell talismans too."

"Yes, we'll buy all the talismans they sell."

"I've wanted to ask Mr. Xi for a few talismans for a long time, but I haven't dared to ask. Boss Chen, could you go back and mention it to Mr. Xi and ask him to sell us a few talismans?"

Chen Zhi looked at the somewhat familiar faces, surprised yet not surprised. She shook her head, "It's not that I don't want to sell, it's that I don't dare to sell."

The slogan of breaking down feudal superstitions is still around today. Although the regulations are not as strict now, what if they become strict again?

Despite the establishment of the Taoist Association, people only dare to talk about culture, martial arts, and medicine; there is absolutely no content related to ghosts and gods.

The people in the shop looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing Chen Zhi's words.

This reasoning left them speechless.

He Qianqian and the others arrived by bicycle. There were three bicycles and six people, which was just enough for them.

Three men and three women; the men were riding bicycles, while the women sat behind them holding flowers.

The roads in the city were fairly smooth, with occasional potholes but only minor bumps. The three girls carefully held onto the flowers, making the journey quite smooth. Just as they were about to return to the film set, as they passed a poplar tree, a dead branch suddenly fell from the tree and hit Liao Jianing, who was standing below.

He Qianqian and Liao Jianing were standing side by side, but two meters apart. The dead branch couldn't reach her, but Liao Jianing was hit by the branch and threw the flowerpot in her hand. It flew straight towards her without any deviation.

He Qianqian was so frightened that she slumped down before she could even react.

With a loud crash, the flowerpot fell to the ground and shattered.

He Qianqian glanced at the flowerpot on the ground and broke out in a cold sweat. If she hadn't dodged it, she would be—

He Qianqian dared not think further. Was Liao Jianing doing that on purpose?

Looking at Liao Jianing, whose forehead was bleeding from being hit, she knew that now was not the time to question her. If she questioned Liao Jianing and Liao Jianing started crying, she would become the one who was not working with her colleagues and kicking them when they were down.

The orchid she bought for twelve yuan broke, but no one blamed Liao Jianing. After all, she was an innocent victim.

Furthermore, she suffered a head injury, which, although not serious, caused bleeding.

Seeing her red eyes and self-reproachful expression, instead of blaming her, everyone comforted her.

Back on set, everyone wanted Liao Jianing to rest, but Liao Jianing said she was fine and could keep going, and that she couldn't delay the production.

Seeing that Liao Jianing always put the group first, the crew felt even more sorry for her and treated her with increasing friendliness.