Opening the "Galaxy Mall," he selected "Fast-Growing Bamboo Willow," adding 1000 to the quantity.
Place order!
He selected "Fast-Growing Eucalyptus Seedlings," adding 1000 to the quantity.
Place order!
Twenty thousand instantly spent, account balance 60.65 million.
This time, without waiting for Isabelle to message, he typed directly:
Jiang Ye: That's right, a thousand bamboo willows and a thousand eucalyptus, send them to my base as soon as possible.
Isabelle: Arriving in half an hour.
While waiting, Jiang Ye wasn't idle; he grabbed a shovel and went out to dig holes.
He dug along the beach. The seedlings' roots were small, and a few shovelfuls made a usable hole, making it very quick.
In half an hour, he had already dug two hundred tree pits.
The delivery spaceship roared down from the sky, landing next to the delivery center.
Jiang Ye didn't look up, continuing to dig holes with his head down.
Soon, a transport truck drove over, full of seedlings.
Isabelle got out of the car very obligingly, took Jiang Ye's shovel, and said, "Let me."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Jiang Ye went to the back of the truck, grabbed the seedlings, tore off the plastic film, and planted them in the tree pits.
The two cooperated, one planting and the other digging, and the progress picked up considerably.
However, they had indeed bought too many seedlings this time; it would take several truckloads.
By the time all the seedlings were planted, the sky had turned as dark as ink.
At Isabelle's request, over a hundred bamboo willows were also planted inside the delivery center. These bamboo willows wouldn't be cut down, purely for landscaping.
Since Jiang Ye often ate at her place, he was happy for the delivery center to have a better environment.
Dinner was cooked by Isabelle. Her cooking was superb, and it was another lavish table:
Pan-fried salmon, pickles, cheese, sour cream mushrooms, borscht, cauliflower, ice cream with cream, steamed crab, scallop salad, pork tenderloin with potato mousse, morel cream soup.
"Time is tight today, so let's make do with these," Isabelle said, sitting down at the dining table.
"Please, don't be so ostentatious," Jiang Ye said, grabbing his chopsticks and starting to eat.
"Ostentatious? What do you mean? How can you find me annoying?" Isabelle frowned slightly, looking at him in confusion.
"No, no, no, it's not the 'annoying' kind of annoying, it's the 'Versailles' kind of ostentatious. It means don't show off," Jiang Ye explained. "This is already very abundant, sister. A banquet would be at this level."
After dinner, Jiang Ye got up to leave.
Isabelle stopped him again.
"Go wash up, there's hot water prepared upstairs," she blinked.
"I'll wash on the fishing boat. I have psychological trauma from upstairs," Jiang Ye pursed his lips.
"Then shall we sleep together tonight?" Isabelle was direct, looking at him eagerly. "Jiang Ye, me, Isabelle, I want to share a bed with you tonight. Do you want to?"
"I snore when I sleep, it will disturb your rest," Jiang Ye pulled his hand away, said goodbye, and wished her goodnight.
He went downstairs, blushing, and heard the sound of a stool being kicked.
He silently stepped back a few paces, then went back upstairs, looking up at Isabelle sitting at the dining table.
Isabelle's expression was very angry, and next to her lay a kicked-over chair.
"Don't be angry, sister, what's wrong?" Jiang Ye asked, bewildered.
"I was so direct, and you're still unwilling. I've lost a lot of face!" Isabelle said fiercely.
"I, Jiang Ye, am blushing. I'm really too embarrassed. Can you give me some time?"
"Embarrassed? You weren't embarrassed when you touched my leg? You weren't embarrassed when you stared at my chest?" Isabelle glared at him.
Jiang Ye blinked, his face turning even redder. "I have psychological issues. This morning I even used a razor to shave. Whenever I use it, I remember Brother Chen. He's a good person, and I slept with his wife behind his back. I really can't do this."
Isabelle frowned, her expression very wronged, suddenly looking pitiful.
"He's a good person, am I not good? Jiang Ye, speak from your conscience. I cook for you, help you plant trees, deliver goods for you, introduce my best friend to you, and introduce the delivery center project to help you make money. Am I not good? Am I not good to you?"
Isabelle's voice grew more wronged, her eyes turning red.
Jiang Ye quickly went over, sat beside her, took her hand, and said, "Oh, don't do that, you're making me..."
Isabelle directly put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "No, you must sleep with me tonight."
Jiang Ye sighed. "I think this kind of thing should be planned in the long term..."
"No, now, immediately, at once, carry me to bed." Isabelle stood up, sat down on his lap, and continued to hug him tightly.
Jiang Ye was anxious, his mind in a battle.
"I'll just sleep with you, we won't do that other thing, okay?" After thinking for a moment, he decided to find a compromise.
"What did you say?"
"I said, I'll just sleep with you, but let's not cross that line."
"Who cares? Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. You can go," Isabelle suddenly changed her tune, released him, stood up, and waved him away.
Jiang Ye was stunned, looking up at her.
Isabelle lowered her head to clear the dishes from the table, her face stern and unsmiling.
Jiang Ye was even more at a loss. After hesitating for two seconds, he stood up to help her clear the table.
"Scram, scram, go back and sleep. You don't need to clean this," Isabelle said coldly, looking at him.
"Don't be angry, sister," Jiang Ye said as if he had made a mistake. "I, I, I..."
"What am I angry about? You're right, this matter needs to be planned in the long term," Isabelle said with a serious expression. "I was also a bit impulsive. You've been busy all day, and you're tired. Go back and rest early. Don't worry, I'm not angry."
Jiang Ye asked cautiously, "Are you really not angry?"
"Not angry."
"Then I'll leave?"
"Go."
"Really leaving?"
"Oh, go, go."
Jiang Ye went downstairs. Halfway down, he looked up at Isabelle again.
Isabelle was expressionless, stacking plates with a clatter. She glanced at him but said nothing, her face as cold as ice. She lowered her head and wiped the table.
Jiang Ye dared not leave. He went back upstairs and hugged her tightly from behind.
Isabelle's table-wiping motion stopped. She kept her head down and remained silent.
"Can I come for breakfast tomorrow morning?" Jiang Ye asked, leaning close to her ear.
"No more food," Isabelle said softly.
Jiang Ye hugged her even tighter. "Sister, I really don't want to make you angry. Don't be angry. If you're really angry, I won't be able to sleep tonight."
Isabelle was silent for a long time, then suddenly hit him twice.
"If you want to come for a meal, come. I won't really not give you food here," Isabelle turned her head away, not looking at him. "Go, go, don't get in my way of cleaning the table."
Jiang Ye was delighted, released her, and said, "Okay, I'll come for breakfast tomorrow morning!"
This time, he was finally relieved. He went downstairs and out, following the asphalt road back to the base vehicle.
Exhausted, he collapsed into bed as soon as he got back.