CHAPTER 430: CHAPTER 2: PRESSING DAMASCUS ROSES FOR OIL

"What debt are you talking about? I’ve already returned the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors to the Mei Family, and the Mountain Ginseng Spiritual Medicine can hardly be considered yours," Xiao Xian felt more at ease now, her mind racing, she began to tally the account. She had run a small medicinal factory and sold sweet potatoes before; she wasn’t someone who could be easily swindled.

"What kind of repayment do you call that, giving me back a Spiritual Artifact made from Meteor Crystal? That night when Xiao Xian lost consciousness, the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors vanished without a trace. For two months, Mei Nian fell short of using X-rays to scan Xiao Xian, yet never found a trace of the scissors.

Xiao Xian’s heart stirred slightly, inside her space, the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors were being played with by Little White Jiao in a game of "hide and seek," burrowing in the dirt, rolling in the water, revolving around sugarcane seedling, lively as ever.

"I can’t use the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors even if I take them back; the scissors forged with Meteor Crystal have absorbed your Heart Blood. Even if I reclaim them, as long as you are alive, I can’t use them." Not to mention the odd appearance of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors, Mei Nian felt too ashamed to even show them, thinking of the chilling look of the scissors, Mei Nian truly felt heartbroken–Mei Xiang must have gone mad to have refined such a precious Outer Heaven Meteor Crystal into such a shabby pair of scissors.

"But you said so yourself, so we’re even," Xiao Xian was getting more adept at using the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors and was reluctant to return them so carelessly. It was for the best if Mei Nian didn’t want them.

"The account I mentioned isn’t about the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors, it’s about the rose gardens outside," Mei Nian glanced sideways at Xiao Xian and stepped aside.

It was the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors that scratched the hood of the Audi, leading to Xu Bohao’s car tumbling into Cherry Valley later on. Although Xu Bohao’s death was directly caused by that vicious-minded girl from the Xu Family, the cause of the car flipping over was Xiao Xian’s sneak attack.

Mei Nian had no desire to settle the score with that old man Xu Changfu, so he conveniently put that debt on Xiao Xian’s head.

"Is it just a few acres of rose gardens? I want to see how severe the loss is," Xiao Xian just found out that she and Mei Nian were now near Miaofeng Mountain.

The night she came over to race with Xuerou, Xuerou mentioned that Miaofeng Mountain is part of Mentougou District in Beijing, some distance from Beijing City. At the time, she didn’t feel it, but she realized today that without going to Changbai Mountain, there is such an aura abundant, picturesque place right in Beijing.

Looking up, one could see the sky framed by the surrounding mountains.

"This is Meijia Village, deep in Cherry Valley, with little contact with the outside world. You’ve never been here," Mei Nian said with a hint of pride in his voice.

"It’s called Cherry Valley, but it’s full of rose gardens," Xiao Xian stepped out of the grass house, and outside where the rose bushes were growing in clusters. According to the two months she had been unconscious, it should be the romantic season for mountain flowers.

The grass house was situated in a depression at the foot of the mountain, among lush green trees, one could see rose bushes sprawling out like a pink carpet.

The flowers were in full bloom, white, pink, yellow–a variegated array of colors, with small paths left between each color for ease of walking and for the flower farmers to harvest.

A gentle breeze brought the fragrance of flowers, overwhelming Xiao Xian with a stunning view of the rose bushes. Unconsciously, she wandered among the flowers, lingering among the fluttering butterflies, which didn’t flee from a stranger, but continued their playful antics.

At the bottom, there was still a swath of white roses. Further down, blackened branches and wilted flowers were scattered, with a pit in the center of the land.

"Cherry Garden isn’t in this area. Where you stand now is where that short-lived ghost from the Xu Family’s car crashed, causing a destruction of about four, no, five acres of roses with no harvest. If I don’t hold you accountable for this, then whom should I?" Mei Nian put on a heartbroken expression.

"Five acres? Five acres it is then, how much is it? I’ll pay you," Xiao Xian glanced at the remaining flower stems and leaves on the ground, "Two-year-old Bulgarian roses." A rose garden is no sweet potato field; an acre at most yields about five to six hundred pounds, and calculating the profit, it comes to only around eight or nine thousand yuan.

The profit of the medicinal factory Xuerou gave her each month has grown from the initial ten thousand yuan to thirty thousand, she could afford to pay for five acres.

"Two hundred and ten million," Mei Nian seemed to have calculated well in advance, smoothly stated a figure.

"Two hundred and ten..." Xiao Xian was dumbfounded, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

After a while, Xiao Xian was still pondering that figure.

"Aren’t you extorting me? For two-year-old Bulgarian roses, the yield per acre is six hundred kilograms, and the main usable parts of the rose are the buds and blossoms. Even if all the roses from this acre are top-quality for dried flowers, they’re not worth this price," Xiao Xian suppressed the urge to rush up and beat Mei Nian senseless.