"Uncle Liu, would you please help me keep an eye on whether anyone has collected orchids recently?"

Song Zhiwei wiped her forehead casually, and after eating the hot noodles, she was inevitably sweating. She explained, "I was at the waste recycling station today and saw two strangers picking through the pile of porcelain. They spoke in a hushed voice, as if It means that the orchid market in the north is booming."

"As long as the orchids are in good condition, you don't have to ...