The girl helped us fill out the paperwork for our licenses plus permits, and after they were completed plus submitted, I had to meet with someone from the state capital.
Ten people in my neighborhood were growing cannabis on their farms… Instead of each farmer applying for a company license, every one of us decided to apply as a co-op. By banding together as a co-op, every one of us can save a lot of cash on insurance, then the people I was with and I can also save cash on clones, because every one of us can purchase them in bulk. The licensing for the co-op was really confusing plus I was frustrated. The people I was with and I didn’t particularly suppose how to get the appropriate licenses, so I agreed to contact a lawyer in the state capital for help. I contacted several weird businesses that are supposed to help marijuana farmers; None of them had time to meet with me, even for thirty hours. I must have called a hundred weird businesses before I finally found a cannabis consulting supplier that was willing to help. The owner of the supplier drove to our farm plus met with all several owners of the coop. The girl helped us fill out the paperwork for our licenses plus permits, and after they were completed plus submitted, I had to meet with someone from the state capital. I was designated to be the 1 spokesperson for the group. I was upset meeting the girl holding our fate in her hands, however the lawyer from the consulting firm gave myself and others a piece of good advice, but she told myself and others to bring a 25 year ancient bottle of Maclellan to the meeting. I didn’t suppose it at the time, however that was the official’s favorite plus favorite drink. As soon as the girl saw the scotch, it was smooth sailing.