High-profile spoiled marriage: Mr. Bo can't

"Since the other party dares to attack so blatantly, he must have come prepared. Even if we continue to investigate, at most, we can find some miscellaneous hairs that can't hurt him." Sheng Mingzhu looked at the angry fat man Two Fen shook his head amusedly, "It's better to wait until the time when you can grab the fox's tail and make a fatal move to catch him."

Although Fat Brother was confused, he also knew that the other party's thinking must have her reasons, and there was nothing wrong with following Sheng Mingzhu's thinking.

"Okay, now let's go and collect some Bai Hua, grind it into powder and mix it into warm water at a ratio of [-]:[-], so as to minimize the trauma of the spring agent to the soil."

As soon as Sheng Mingzhu gave the order, the fat brother immediately ran to the medicine garden where Bai Hua was, bent down to pick it up.

Tang Zhen operated the mechanical wheelchair and followed him, instructing him how to collect herbs without hurting the roots.

Fat Brother picked a Baihua and his head was covered with sweat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed the bag full of herbs to Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen got the herb and immediately returned to the house to start grinding it, mixed the medicine according to the ratio Sheng Mingzhu said, and then sprayed it on the destroyed soil.

"Does this thing really have an effect on restoring the land?" Fat Brother stood beside him as if he was curious, stretching his neck and looking at Tang Zhen, who was spraying in the medicine garden, "I think it looks like white water when it is mixed Yes, nothing special."

Sheng Mingzhu sat on the sofa next to her, leaning on the soft cushion to make herself a little more comfortable: "Spray the whitening agent three times a day for three or four days. If the effect is not obvious, add some stone pollen. It is the result obtained through data, and it is absolutely true and effective.”

She suddenly thought of those days when she was doing experiments in the Glorious Empire. She didn't know how many theories she had verified and how many drug solutions that were beneficial to the growth of medicines had been proposed.

"The soil problem is solved," Fat Brother watched as Tang Zhen returned to the house after spraying the medicine, took off his protective clothing and sighed, "I just don't know who is behind this insidious trick. You want to destroy all these important medicinal materials."

Sheng Mingzhu looked calmer than he imagined: "Fortunately, I have frozen and stored some seeds in the warehouse in advance for emergencies. Although the previous cultivation time is considered a waste, the loss is not irreversible."

She had considered such a possibility a long time ago, so she placed a copy of the carefully cultivated herb seeds in the warehouse in advance.

Fat Brother didn't seem to expect her to be so alert, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth: "It's still Mingzhu, you have the foresight, you are really like a fortune teller."

The news that the medicine garden in Shengmingzhu Medicine Mountain was destroyed soon reached Mr. Bo's ears.

He casually trimmed the pot of dwarf pine nuts in his hand, while listening to the assistant's detailed report, he threw the pair of scissors on the table angrily.

It was his order to have people go to the medicine garden where Mingzhu was stored to destroy the medicinal materials. Based on his status as the top leader of the Bo family, he wanted to order people to sneak into the medicine mountain, destroying the important monitoring system, and destroying those precious treasures. It is not a difficult thing to destroy all the herbs.

He made up his mind to give the other party a good look, but for a doctor or a medical researcher, it is undoubtedly a heavy blow for all the herbs he cultivated by himself to die overnight.

It's just that Mr. Bo didn't expect that Sheng Mingzhu would solve the problem so quickly, and he was even prepared to resolve this crisis easily.

"You still said that this matter can be done properly." He was so angry that he pushed the half-pruned dwarf pine nuts to the side, not wanting to look at it again, as if it was that disgusting bright pearl, " It really disappoints me.”

The assistant wiped the cold sweat off his forehead in a panic, and stood beside Mr. Bo respectfully: "Actually, if Mr. Bo wants to teach that woman a lesson, you don't need to spend so much time, just ask the young master to take her away." Just bring her back and give her face in public."

What he said was unreasonable. Although Bo Si admitted that this Sheng Mingzhu belonged to him, as the head of the family, as the older generation of the Bo family, he had prestige and weight that others did not have.

If Sheng Mingzhu wanted to marry into the Bo family, he had to get his consent.

The old man clapped his palms and nodded thoughtfully, waved his hand to the assistant standing beside him and said, "Go get the servants to prepare, there will be a dinner party in the old house this weekend, and inform Bao Sicheng to bring that girl with you." Come here, and call Yaohua from the Sheng family, and tell me that I said it."

The assistant quickly bent down to agree, then turned around and started to follow the old man's instructions.

Bao Sicheng soon received a call from his grandfather's assistant, saying that the old man was going to hold a dinner party in the old house and asked him to take Sheng Mingzhu with him.

"The old man said that the people who come to this dinner party are all famous people in the city, and they are also your elders, young master. I just took the opportunity of the old man back to the city to introduce you to each other. Please be sure to bring a grand Miss Mingzhu Sheng will go together."

On the surface, these words sounded like introducing Bo Sicheng to those who are in charge of the wind and rain in the business world, and it was also an opportunity to make contact with people. However, listening to the other party's stern voice, he always felt that things were not that simple.

"Grandpa told me to bring the Pearl?"

Bao Sicheng looked down at the document waiting to be signed in front of him, and played with the jet black pen in his hand.

"Yes," the assistant's voice could not hear any ups and downs, like a robot, and conveyed Mr. Bo's meaning to Bao Sicheng, "The old man also wants to meet Miss Sheng at this time, Clear up all the previous misunderstandings."

He nodded half-believingly, but could only reluctantly agree: "I see, you tell grandpa that I will go."

Bao Sicheng hung up the phone and looked at his mobile phone, always feeling that the old man was preparing something, waiting for him to fall into it step by step.

He knew that the other party didn't like Sheng Mingzhu very much, and when he raided their apartment last time and saw how he was cooking for Sheng Mingzhu, he was so angry that he almost turned on him.

He didn't believe that the old man's annoyance would disappear if he just said it, and he didn't believe that the other party would easily accept Sheng Mingzhu's existence.

Bo Sicheng signed his name at the end of the document, closed the folder again and put it aside.