A gentle breeze rustled through, turning the leaves into a symphony of delightful sounds.
For Spirit Farmers, this was nature's melody.
"Senior Brother, there are a total of two hundred and fifty-six plants, correct?"
Ji An spoke softly, trying to keep his tone emotionless, so as not to provoke the other party.
Winning the bet had left the opponent in a tough spot; there was no need to be petty.
According to their original agreement, he provided the raw materials and site, while the other party supplied the technique, with the profits split sixty-forty after success.
Of course, he wouldn't leave him with nothing.
Du Huaiyuan grimaced, forcing a smile:
"I lost, and willingly admit defeat."
However, he quickly brightened up, laughing heartily:
"In the future, I shouldn't make such bets with you again; it's such a loss to not take the agreed benefits."
