LESSONS ON RAISING A PARTNER

LRP Chapter 4: The Owner of the Plant

The little boy ran happily with flowering branch in his arms and shouted, “I’ll take it. I’m going to pay for it.”

Carl was speechless.

Being completely ignored by the little boy, Carl wanted to regain some dignity and saw a lot of eggs in their domes floating in the hall. With a jump, and a swipe of his hands, he grabbed several of the eggs that were ready to flee. After finding the face he had just lost, Carl decided to pay with satisfaction.

Not only did I buy a new gift for Auguste today, but I even got lunch. This was a nice game and it felt great.

[A good-looking auctioneer is often at the edge of the auction house, so we must choose an auctioneer with the pure doe eyes.]

[Caine teaches you to play freely in the auction house.]

Carl flipped through this handbook, which had been circulating for a long time among the stars and it was said to be for the civilian’s exclusive use for the free auction. Caine was one of the top businessmen in the Star Trade Union. His book was very popular, but Carl thought it was also quite ridiculous. Could civilians enter the auction house? It was estimated that the admission tickets were not available for public sale, except for those randomly selected auctioneers, there were hardly any civilians in the hall.

With a sneer, Carl took out his bag, packed all the goods inside and was ready to leave. Not far away, the boy who had just run away was talking to an auctioneer. The little boy was probably talking to him about buying his goods.

The auctioneer squatted in front of the little boy and said to him gently, “Kid, you can’t buy this. It’s an R-class commodity, which is aggressive and unsuitable for domestic houses.”

“Why? I think it’s beautiful.” The little boy stared at the auctioneer with big eyes.

The auctioneer took out the plant manual and pointed to the plants name on it. “Look at it.”

The little boy looked over and Carl saw the plant introduction with his good eyesight.

[Preface to “Handbook of Small-billed Flower Raising”]

Carl thought, ‘What was with this ghostly manual? This botanical shop was so unreliable.’

“According to the feeding instructions, your age does not seem to be suitable for raising small-billed flowers.” The auctioneer advised bitterly, “You may consider raising teardrop plants. They are better to raise and gentle in temperament.” He pulled out the teardrop tree from behind him, which he didn’t know was coming, and then said, “Besides it maybe a little scary.”

The little boy looked at the little eyes with tears in his own eyes. “But I want it very much.”

“I don’t think it’s any good either,” Carl cut in and grabbed the glass dome in the boy’s hand. “I don’t think it can bite me.”

As he spoke, Carl began to remove the metal base of the glass dome, breaking the magnetic metal buckle off the bottom in pieces of twos and threes. He pulled out the little plant from the bottom and quickly touched it.

When the plant was touched like this, it became depressed in an instant, as if it had been greatly hurt.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! You see it’s not showing its teeth.” Carl showed his big white teeth and put the dome directly into the boy’s arms.