From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

In this way, the traditional Chinese medicine plantation was quietly opened amidst the crowds of StarNet media.

There was also a simple announcement of establishment, issued in the early hours of the morning along with routine paperwork. The plantation association and even the military headquarters were as quiet as if this Chinese medicine plantation was an ordinary plantation of no importance.

There was no grand opening, no celebrities came to celebrate the ribbon-cutting, and the media didn’t even see Mr. Zhi Zhi as expected.

The gate of the plantation is open, and only a simple guard box is set up at the door. The guards inside the guard booths were performing their duties as steadily as a mountain, regardless of the large crowd of people surrounding the door.

Anyway, they couldn't enter through the security monitoring system at the door. There were also people who tried to break in, but the result was that two machine guards came out from behind the guard room, picked out the people stuck on the protective cover, carried them out, and threw them away. Outside the safety line.

With this lesson in mind, the others became more honest and watched quietly. The plantation under his name has been officially established, and as the director of the plantation, Mr. Zhizhi will finally show up. As long as His Excellency the Great Musician shows up, their wait today will not be in vain.

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Until the plantation's off-duty time, when employees boarded the plantation shuttle bus and left, they could not find anyone for interviews.

A solid interpretation of the word "failed to return".

Before they could think of anything, they could go back to their respective headquarters and explain today's events to their superiors. The Star Network became lively.

The Plantation Association, which has been called upon for so long, finally made some movement!

The mastermind temporarily inserted a live preview of a planting association.

They will hold an online live broadcast room at a popular time tonight to announce the first results of the new Chinese medicine plantation established by the planting association.

In the planting association, everyone is making preparations for the live broadcast.

The planting masters, who usually like to wear casual clothes and pay attention to ease of movement, put on their formal clothes one by one. Even Mr. Yuan is no exception. At this moment, the makeup artist is grabbing his hair and looking at it.

Both Kerry and Yunlin put on newly customized dark green Grand Musician robes, with the Grand Musician badge, the special musician badge, and the planting association badge hanging on their chests. Tu Yao stood awkwardly beside Yun Lin, adjusting his collar from time to time.

The collar of the musician's robe was slightly more comfortable than the stand-up collar of the planter's robe, so the three of them noticed Tu Yao's awkwardness and whispered to each other.

"Tuyao, you can't keep fiddling with the buttons. Is your collar too small? I see you keep adjusting it."

Tu Yao chuckled: "No, I'm just a little nervous. There are all masters here, and I am the only junior planter." Tu Yao touched the junior planter badge hanging on his chest, and exchanged golden and silver ones with the others. When comparing the badges, my brass-colored badge looked a bit gray.

Luke, who was sitting next to them, laughed when he heard this: "Those of them have the badges of great musicians, not senior planters. When it comes to their level in the planting world, they are not higher than you. What's the point? Nervous? Aren't you usually very brave?"

"Captain!" Tu Yao protested in a low voice with dissatisfaction: "You can't tear me down!"

"Why am I trying to tear you down? I'm just trying to cheer you up." Luke looked back at Zhi Zhi, who was still fixing her hair. "You know Lord Zhi is here, so there is nothing to be nervous about."

As soon as Tu Yao heard about the idol, he immediately forgot about his nervousness. "Yes, Your Excellency Zhi Zhi is here." He looked at Zhi Zhi with bright eyes.

Luke gently rubbed his forehead: "It's a good thing that the marshal is not here when Bai Feng is sealed. How about you being so confused, why wouldn't you be regarded as a love rival?"

Zhizhi couldn't help but snorted: "Tuyao, don't listen to your captain's nonsense, there are so many love rivals."

"But I do want to show you my face. It just so happens that the content of this live broadcast is somewhat relevant to you, so I brought it along."

This live broadcast is to promote five ancillary products that can expand the cultivation of medicinal materials. Like wolfberry leaves, wolfberry branches extract juice.

The advancement of traditional Chinese medicine must be done step by step, starting with the extraction of wolfberry leaves and wolfberry juice.

As the industry manager, Kerry naturally introduced the promotion of these products, while Yunlin and Tuyao attended as assistants to the traditional Chinese medicine plantation.

It stands to reason that An Qi also remembered it when she stayed in the No. 2 Chinese Medicine Planting Shed for a while, but she was not called this time.

On the way here, Luke and Zhi Zhi talked about An Qi.

Mother and daughter An Lei and An Qi have managed their An family very well, and they are almost catching up with the mid-range musician families.

Since An Qi took over the task of making musical instruments, she has rarely come to the planting association. Everyone has their own ambitions, and some things require tacit understanding and cannot be forced.

Zhizhi closed the text message exchange page with An Qi and glanced at Luke's broad-shouldered back sitting in the driver's seat. He seemed to have said unintentionally: "If An Qi wants to find you as a partner, would you be willing?"

Zhi Zhi's question was not groundless. An Lei mentioned Luke to him more than once when they met at the Music Association. Most of them are compliments and concerns, and that's all there is to it.

What happened to Luke?

Luke shook his head decisively without giving it a second thought.

Zhizhi looked at it and warned: "Then you should find a partner quickly. Be careful that someone will miss you."

"Forget it just An Qi, her mother An Lei...can't bear it." Luke subjectively didn't like An Lei very much, and always felt that she was not from the same circle as him.

As an SSS-level peak sentinel, how could Luke not detect the message that An Lei seemed to have released with his insensitive sensitivity. He pretended not to know, he just didn't want to make it clear.

"I'm afraid she's not interested in your personal bodyguard. The commander of the 20th Army and my peak SSS level can support their family, right?"

"I already have a Twentieth Legion to take care of, and I don't want to get involved in the messy affairs of those aristocratic families." Luke was the leader of the Star Thieves in his early years, but he calmed down a little when he stayed with Zhi Zhi. But deep down, I still don’t like fancy, unrealistic things.

There is nothing wrong with mother and daughter An Lei and An Qi wanting to rebuild the An family, but they are destined to be ideologically incompatible with Luke.

Since Zhi's identity was revealed, Luke's marriage market, as his personal bodyguard, commander of the 20th Legion, and high-level sentinel, has also grown. Many people are targeting him, hoping to use him to gain access to Zhi Zhi's power, which is destined to take off.

Luke didn't want to think about what An Lei was thinking. He just pretended to be dumbfounded and pretended he didn't know.

Maybe An Qi had already seen what Luke meant, and she would have looked shy at the beginning and leaned over with a blush. But gradually she became more down-to-earth and generous, and there were fewer visits from the planting association. She concentrated on making the musical instruments Zhizhi gave her, and mainly worked at the music association.

But even Yunlin didn't mention An Qi, and everyone chatted and laughed while Zhi Zhi dressed up. He also gave the stylist a lot of his own opinions, which invisibly made his work more difficult.