The rent collector became stronger, and he took in a young, energetic woman every day.

Chapter 53 The Gentle Flower and Tree Market Owner!

Sister Nan gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her gaze focused, and drove steadily at a moderate speed.

Xiao Rou sat in the passenger seat, tilting her head to look at the street scene outside the window. Her long, pinkish-purple hair was blown by the wind leaking in through the cracks in the car window, swaying gently by her ears.

Sweetie and Xiaoning sat in the back row, leaning against each other, whispering to each other, occasionally laughing softly, their laughter like two little birds chirping.

Sister Nan turned a corner and drove towards the pedestrian street.

Xiao Rou turned her gaze away from the window and glanced at Sister Nan's hand on the steering wheel. Her fingers were slender, her knuckles distinct, and she rested steadily on the steering wheel.

"Xiao Nan, how many people do you think the construction crew will be coming today?"

Sister Nan thought for a moment, her voice not loud but very clear.

"We agreed yesterday that it would be around nine o'clock this morning, about four or five people."

Xiao Rou nodded, shifted her gaze forward, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke again.

"I'd like to discuss our renovation ideas with the construction team. We had a general discussion yesterday, but there are some details I'd like to confirm again."

Her voice was soft, but her tone carried a serious and uncompromising edge.

She felt this was very important.

Although she also wanted to go flower shopping with Mo Ge, wanted to sit in that Rolls-Royce, and wanted to stay with Mo Ge.

But she wanted to do a better job running the flower shop.

She felt she should help Mo Ge shoulder some of the burden.

Mo gave them houses to live in, jobs to work, and salaries and respect they never dared to dream of before. She can't just enjoy without giving back.

And she does have some of her own ideas, about the flower shop's decor, the location of the flower stands, and those details that only girls would understand.

She wanted to turn these ideas into reality.

So, after weighing the options, she chose to come to the construction site.

Sister Nan hummed in response, without saying anything more, but the faint smile on her lips was a little wider than before.

The white Ford turned into the entrance of the pedestrian street and stopped at the roadside.

The group got out of the car and walked toward the shop at the corner.

The roller shutter door was already pulled up, and there were several lines drawn in pencil on the white wall inside the shop, markings left by the renovation company when they came to take measurements yesterday.

Xiao Rou stood at the store entrance, her hands in the pockets of her denim shorts, looking up at the storefront that hadn't yet been fitted with a sign.

The morning light fell on her face, and her long, pinkish-purple hair was blown by the wind. She squinted her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

In another month, this place will be transformed into a flower shop.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and walked into the store.

the other side.

Chen Mo drove south along the outer ring road of the county town.

The city's buildings gradually thinned out, high-rise buildings became bungalows, and bungalows became farmland.

On both sides of the road are large plastic greenhouses, their white plastic sheets gleaming blindingly in the sunlight.

This is the most concentrated area of ​​flower and tree markets in this small county town. It's so remote that it couldn't be more remote, but all the flowers in the county originate from here.

There's a shop every few dozen meters on both sides of the road, and the open spaces in front of them are filled with various flowers and trees, the air thick with the scent of earth.

A blend of scents and flowers.

Chen Mo slowed down, and the black Rolls-Royce glided slowly along the not-so-wide street.

People on both sides of the road who were moving flowers, watering them, and packing them all looked up, drawn to the glittering little golden statue.

Someone forgot to turn off the shower, and water spilled all over the floor.

Someone was smoking and didn't even notice the ash falling on their shirt.

The sight of a Rolls-Royce on this muddy wholesale street is like a peacock appearing in a pigsty.

Coco sat in the passenger seat, her back ramrod straight, her eyes darting around, and her lips curling up so wide she couldn't suppress it.

"Brother Mo, they're all watching us."

The little deer leaned over from the back seat, its voice light and cheerful, like it was humming a song.

"Absolutely, Brother Mo's car, that aura."

Chen Mo smiled but didn't say anything, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the shops on both sides.

He didn't want to just pick any supplier; he wanted a large-scale, well-managed supplier with whom he could have a long-term partnership.

The car slowly drove forward, and Chen Mo's car stopped in front of a shop.

This shop is quite different from the other shops on both sides of the road that have small storefronts and messy entrances.

The storefront is twice as wide, and the cement floor in front of the entrance is spotless, with no standing water or fallen leaves.

The flower racks at the entrance are made of uniform wrought iron and painted dark green, with various potted plants arranged at different heights.

The cut flowers were arranged in a tin bucket, each one looking vibrant and full of life, with fine water droplets clinging to its petals.

The sign above the shop entrance is made of wood with a few handwritten characters carved on it, and it looks very clean.

Chen Mo turned the steering wheel and parked the car steadily in front of the store.

He opened the car door and stepped out with his long legs.

At the shop entrance, a woman was bending over, watering the flowers placed on the steps with a green tin watering can.

Water spilled from the spout, like a thin mist, and landed evenly on the petals and leaves.

She was wearing a white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair forearm.

She wore a navy blue cotton and linen long skirt that reached her calves, with a thin woven belt tied around her waist.

Her hair was dark brown, braided into a loose plait that hung down from one shoulder, with the end of the braid resting on her chest.

Her forehead was full and smooth, and her eyebrows were naturally curved with a soft arc.

She had a pair of almond-shaped eyes with a deep pupil color, like a bottomless spring, quiet and clear.

She has a high, straight nose with a small, delicate tip, naturally pink lips, and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

Her skin was very white, a warm, rosy white that shone with a soft glow in the morning light.

She stood there, exuding a gentle and mild temperament, like a slowly flowing folk song, unhurried and quiet.

She heard the car stop, straightened up, still holding the watering can in her right hand, and gently brushed the stray hairs hanging in front of her forehead with her left.

Her gaze fell on the black Rolls-Royce, a hint of surprise in her eyes, but she quickly looked away.

Then the car door opened, and Chen Mo got out of the driver's seat.

She looked at him, her surprise even greater than when she had seen the car earlier.

Having run a shop in this place for so many years, this was the first time she had ever seen someone drive a Rolls-Royce to the flower and tree market.

And this young man, so clean and neat, standing next to that black Rolls-Royce, there was a strange sense of harmony between him and the car.

Then the passenger door opened, and Coco popped out, her round eyes full of curiosity.

The back door opened, and Xiao Lu jumped down, her ponytail swaying as she looked up at the flower stand at the shop entrance.

The woman wasn't surprised to see the two girls get out of the car.

In this small county town, it's perfectly normal to see a young man driving a luxury car with two beautiful, vibrant young women by his side.

She gently placed the watering can on the steps, took two steps toward Chen Mo, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Hello sir, are you buying flowers?"

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and it had a comfortable, gentle quality.

Chen Mo nodded.

"Yes."

The woman smiled, turned to the side, and gestured for the flower stand and tin buckets at the shop entrance to proceed.

"Okay, then please take a look and see what kind of flowers you'd like to buy?"

Chen Mo turned his gaze away from her and onto the buckets of cut flowers, then thought for a moment.

"I'm planning to buy one worth 100,000 first."

The woman paused for a moment, her outstretched hand hanging in mid-air.

After confirming that he wasn't joking, her eyes widened slowly, and her voice rose slightly.

"How many?"