Chapter 191: The Rose Factory

The roses were distributed and weighed by the stragglers.

Bai Liu used up Liu Jiayi's and his single daily quota of 900kg, except for the 360kg left for Liu Jiayi, which Bai Liu smuggled here.

After distributing the roses, the stragglers looked at the porters with some confusion: "What are we supposed to do with all these roses, Mr. Bai?"

" Mr. Bai, in order to relieve as many people as possible as quickly as possible, decided to get the roses out himself and brew a perfume to distribute to the stragglers." The dispenser said.

If they had been talking about making perfume before, they would have been horrified that it was a crime to stop, but with what had happened before, this step was a natural one for them.

Someone wondered rhetorically, " Did Mr. Bai already have the recipe for making the perfume?"

There are two reasons why the Rose Factory has such a high status, the first being the unique cultivation of dried leaf roses.

The second point is the secret recipe for making dried rose leaf gas.

The aroma of dried leaf roses is very fragile and if not treated and preserved in time for perfumery, the flowers will only last a few minutes at most.

It takes more than that to transport the roses from the flower fields to the abandoned factory.

Now, for example, the scent of the dried leaf roses being delivered to the factory is so light that you can't even smell them without burying your head in them, and that scent means nothing to the dying exiles, let alone saving more.

Strangely enough, perfumes are all made in the same way, and it is easy to decipher a replica when the main ingredient in a perfume is known to be a single flower.

Even if it could not be replicated perfectly, the basic process of picking, drying, distilling and drying would at least make it possible to produce an essential oil that would preserve the aroma of the raw material for a long time - as long as this could be done, this preliminary crude product could already be distributed for use by the displaced population.

But unfortunately, there have been countless attempts and many people have risked their lives to secretly research the process of making dried leaf gas, using many different methods, but none of them have been able to work out the exact recipe.

Even quite a few people are aware of the fact that in the case of dried leaf roses the previous basic treatment steps produce a rough essential oil that only lasts for a maximum of half an hour of fragrance.

This is even without opening the bottle, as soon as it is opened the aroma dissipates instantly.

Only the perfume produced by the Rose Factory, Rose Dried Leaf Gas, retains the rich aroma of rose for a long time.

This means that the processing steps that follow are completely different from the regular raw material processing steps.

" Mr. Bai hasn't got the secret recipe yet." The head porter sighed, "He's still just a processor, the secret recipe would have to be known at least to someone at the perfumer's level of production."

This former porter who worked in the rose factory recalls, "It is said that ...... only the factory director knows the complete secret recipe for making dried rose leaf gas."

"So what do we do with these roses now?"

" Mr. Bai said first drying the concoction into semi-finished products, we have a lot of veterans here, there are also a lot of factories nearby that used to be rose factories for cottage perfume processing, but then they were all closed down because of the infringement involved ...... but many of the concoction tools in these factories have not been removed and can be used directly ......"

"What if we concoct it and Mr. Bai still hasn't got the recipe? The semi-finished dried leaf roses will only last for three days at most before they are no longer fragrant. ......"

"None of us here have been senior factory workers, none of us know what to do next with semi-finished products or what vessels to use, and if we don't have the means to take the next step when the time comes, so many semi-finished products will all have to be scrapped ......"

The porter took a deep breath, " Mr. Bai said that in three days he would be the factory worker to tell us what to do next."

"Get to work!"

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Late night, field of flowers.

Liu Jiayi, who has been relegated to the position of flower-picker, is sitting at the edge of the field, putting on the protective clothing of a flower-picker, next to Qi Yifang, who has been following her silently all day, also silently putting on her clothes and gloves.

Qi Yifang gave up his chance for promotion and was relegated to the position of flower-picker, along with another Liu Jiayi.

This Liu Jiayi put on and pulled his hair out of the collar of his protective suit, adjusted the [blizzard protective goggles] on his eyes and looked up at Qi Yifang through the protective goggles indifferently.

Qi Yifang looked at Liu Jiayi's little face, which was half the size of her face, and the protective suit he had given her, and felt mixed emotions, not knowing what to say.

He couldn't tell if the little witch who moved so much like Bai Liu, but was sometimes a little bit of a petulant little girl, was the real one or the fake one.

Eventually Qi Yifang sighed and said, "If we complete the guaranteed task of picking 40kg on this map, we shouldn't be laid off and become stragglers."

He was quiet for a moment, sensing this Liu Jiayi's indifference to him that he didn't know whether it was genuine or feigned, and didn't resist opening his mouth, "If you can't get enough together later, you can come and get it from me, if you need any help ...... I won't go far, just call me if you need it. "

With that Qi Yifang carried his sack and prepared to head off into the flower fields, but before he left his back paused, his voice lowered to a very, very low pitch, "Whatever you have to do to avoid my little TV you can do, I won't look this way."

With that Qi Yifang shrugged the sack on his shoulder and simply walked away.

Liu Jiayi blinked for a moment as she looked away and quietly watched Qi Yifang's departing back, her grey, foggy eyes dense with nothing.

As the night wore on, flowing tentacles began to appear beneath the fields of flowers, and the fierce-faced [Rose Drifter] resurfaced.

But this time Liu Jiayi took no action, lying down in a tent far away from the flower field after Qi Yifang had left, and opening a small [magic space] to enclose herself, protecting herself perfectly by restricting the entry of any creature into the space.

Liu Jiayi snaps a leisurely hachette; she looks as if she is not ready to go down to the fields to pick flowers, but to sleep.

The rules for [Magic Space] use are [Size of Space] [Time Limit for Use] has a specific value for the upper limit of use, which will be longer when the space is smaller.

Liu Jiayi's range of [Magic Space], which only encompasses her size, would in theory allow her to sleep peacefully until the next morning.

But this only ensured her safety, but not her gain - especially when she had already been laid off from her job, had no regular income and the expenditure on perfume for the stragglers was to be further extended, which didn't seem very sensible.

If Qi Yifang, who was standing at a distance, had been a little more squeamish, or if he had looked back in curiosity and noticed that Liu Jiayi was not doing anything, he would have been surprised and come over to help.

After all, in a game where spiritual bleach equals perfume, a day without labour and a supply of perfume to keep up with is the inevitable end of insanity.

But this [weather forecaster] is currently on a gale roll [Rose Runner] and has honestly kept his word and not turned his head to see what is happening on the Liu Jiayi side of the flower fields.

But soon the situation was reversed.

On Liu Jiayi's side of the flower fields, stragglers are beginning to appear, carrying backpacks and picking dried leaf roses as fast as their eyes can see.

The stragglers wandered cautiously around the edge of the field, avoiding the tentacles that swarmed beneath their feet and the thieves who might come and steal their roses at any moment, their hands darting over the rose bushes to pick them, so fast that they could barely be seen in stitches, their hands swishing up and down the bushes, each knuckle full of freshly plucked roses in less than a second or two.

Most of them were stragglers with experience in flower-picker related work, only to become stragglers after being laid off for one reason or another, but this morning when the porters returned from transporting roses, a question was asked in the factory, would anyone like to go to the flower fields at night and help Mr. Bai steal roses?

Had they been asked to help steal roses in this way before, these stragglers would not have been willing.

But tonight - these stragglers brought out their long-lost speed of hand and hated to glean the entire field of roses in one night, with their eyes blazing.

If Bai Liu really succeeded in getting promoted to factory worker and eventually to factory manager and got the complete recipe for the dried rose leaf gas perfume, all these picked roses would be successfully processed into the perfume of their dreams and distributed to them!

That'll keep them alive for a long time!

With this in mind, the stragglers, who had come of their own free will, became more and more vigilant and quick in their picking, looking from side to side as they picked, avoiding being attacked by these madmen [rose stragglers] and at the same time avoiding being reported by the other flower pickers.

But it is a good thing that Liu Jiayi is the flower-picker who guards the roses in this field.

They had been informed by the porters earlier and had dared to come over in the night to steal roses when they knew the field was safe.

The best fighters against rose thieves were the flower-pickers, because the theft of roses was something that every flower-picker hated with a passion, and sometimes too many roses were stolen, and if they were found out by their superiors, the flower-pickers were fined or even laid off!

But now that the tables have turned, these rose-stealing drifters, or laid-off flower-pickers, are even floundering a bit as they look at the growing number of roses in their arms!

It was the first time they realised that picking roses was something that symbolised a harvest and a joyful labour.

Because the roses they have worked so hard for, and even given their lives to pick, are no longer exploited by those above them, but are truly their own.

This kind of joy was not felt by the lower class commoners who previously lived in daily misery and worked diligently for fear that they would not have a living if they were laid off one day.

But now it is possible - all because of Mr. Bai's operation.

After a hard night's work, the stragglers, who were so busy that their faces were pale and they walked feebly, had smiles of satisfaction on their faces.

They went quietly to the tent area and, having found the right tent, they quietly and reverently placed a portion of the dried leaf roses they had picked in front of Liu Jiayi's sleeping tent.

This is the reward they are willing to pay.