Super-rich: Spending money is just a job!

"If you're planning to buy it as a gift for an elder, I suggest you consult with the elder first before making a decision. That would be better."

The owner usually comes to our shop between 3:00 and 5:00 PM, so it would be more suitable for you to bring your people over then.

Before selling these competition-grade bonsai, our boss has to meet with the buyer first.

We will only sell you the bonsai once we confirm that you are a good fit for it.

If you're just curious and want to buy some for your own enjoyment, I suggest you buy some cheaper, entry-level bonsai, like the two you just bought, which would be quite suitable.

They're beautiful and easy to care for, so it's not a big loss even if they don't survive.

We also have entry-level juniper and rosewood in our store, but the trees are smaller and not as large.

It also has a certain aesthetic appeal.

"Although I didn't buy this as a gift for my elders, I just really like this potted plant. I'll swipe my card now. 88, not a penny less."

I'm really a novice when it comes to taking care of plants.

However, I can afford to have your gardener come to my home to take care of the small-leaf sandalwood.

Just give me the gardener's contact information.

"I don't need to know your boss, do I?" Xiaomeng grew to love the delicate little sandalwood plant more and more as she looked at it.

I want to buy it even more now.

"Buy it now?"

Xiaomeng nodded, "Let's buy it now. Bring the card reader over."

Ms. Mao wanted to say something more.

Xiaomeng patted her arm, "It's okay, Sister Mao, 88 is nothing."

It's worth buying something you really like.

Anyway, in my heart, it's worth the price.

Since Xiaomeng was determined to buy the bonsai, the shopkeeper only offered a few token words of advice. He was also in it to sell goods, and he was naturally happy to do so, as he would get a commission for each sale.

Just after Xiaomeng swiped her card and signed the sales contract, a bald old man dressed in Buddhist robes rushed into the store, panting heavily.

"Ergou, where is the buyer of that 'Purple Qi Comes from the East' pot? Has he left?" As soon as he entered the shop, he asked the old man who was minding the shop.

The shopkeeper gestured, "This is Miss Lin. She bought 'Purple Qi Comes from the East'."

"Miss Lin? Hello, hello."

Oh my, it's rare to see a young lady like you playing with bonsai these days.

"Do you have any elders in your family who like bonsai?" the bald shop owner asked sincerely.

"No, it's just that I like it."

"Well..." The bonsai shop owner hesitated, looking somewhat embarrassed.

The shopkeeper immediately understood and handed the contract to the owner, saying, "Ms. Lin has signed the purchase contract and promised to have a gardener take care of the bonsai every month."

Hearing the shopkeeper's words, the owner breathed a sigh of relief. A hint of apology crossed his face.

"Miss Lin, please don't blame me for being nosy. For such a famous bonsai, we must responsibly find it a good home."

Generally speaking, those who buy these competition-grade bonsai are all people in our circle; we all know each other.

These bonsai trees often go out to compete in various events.

At that time, we would rent the bonsai back to participate in the competition.

This eliminates the possibility of suddenly losing contact with the bonsai.

But what if I sell you the bonsai?

You are not in the industry and do not often attend our gatherings.

It is difficult for us to judge the condition of the bonsai.

Therefore, it's necessary to have a gardener visit your home from time to time.

"You're going to make home visits to deliver the bonsai?"

"Generally speaking, yes, that's true, especially for award-winning bonsai."

Even losing just one tree would be an irreparable loss.