Chương 369: Selling on Consignment

Qiao Mei knew that for ordinary people, it was much easier to nurture flowers than growing them from seeds.

It was all the same to her though. However, those mature flowers had already been blooming for 10 years and it would be difficult to explain it if they suddenly mutated in her hands. It was a different thing if she grew them from seeds. Whatever bloomed from the seeds would have nothing to do with her.

The old man stood in front of a small shelf and looked carefully at the words written on the bags. As he was old, his eyesight was blurry and he moved much slower than young people.

Qiao Mei's eyes lit up when she saw a label on the shelf. "These are wild camellias!"

The old man glanced in the direction where Qiao Mei was looking and said, "Oh, I almost forgot about them. I bought those seeds from an old farmer in the south. I want to use them to cultivate new breeds."