After saying that, Hou San laughed again: "Now, some people call Clivia green gold bars on the market, I'm sure I think it's right."

No wonder Hou San was excited. Among these flower seedlings, there were 20% of his shares, which was worth 18,000 yuan now.

Thinking about the fact that he was about to become a ten thousand yuan household, Hou San was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night.

Green gold bars?

Liu Qingshan looked at the little Clivia trees in front of him, and the leaves were still very tender and green.

But in the eyes of those red-eyed businessmen, these green leaves are afraid that each piece is made of gold, golden, and can blind people's eyes, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Liu Qingshan suddenly said indifferently: "Even if we really face so much gold, we must remain sober and never become slaves to money."

What does it mean?

Hou San grabbed his hair, and he seemed to understand a little, but he didn't.

Liu Qingshan pointed to the dilapidated house of Hou Xilu's family: "Brother Hou, this is your home. There are your parents and brothers at home, and these are more precious than gold."
Chapter completed!