Wu Xiaoshan couldn't be bothered to engage with them and simply brought his flower over.
Seeing the worn-out cardboard box Wu Xiaoshan used for his flower, many people couldn't help but snicker quietly.
"What good flower could be inside such a battered box? Couldn't just be some flowers bought off the street for a few bucks, could it?"
Yu Zhengyuan, who didn't like Wu Xiaoshan, began to mock before even looking at the flower.
Without saying a word, Wu Xiaoshan opened the box and took out the mutated hydrangea.
As soon as the crowd saw this pot of flower, they immediately burst into loud laughter.
"Manager Yu, you really do have foresight!"
"Isn't this just an ordinary hydrangea? Go to any market, and you can buy one for no more than ten yuan."
"Have the guts to bring this kind of trash for Old Duan to appraise, really don't know where the confidence comes from."
"Not even as good as the fake one earlier, what's there to see, let's go, let's go."
