A piece of news was pushed onto the screen.

"Breaking News! Can a B-level team that only received investment from Green Frog really produce groundbreaking research results? Let's wait and see."

Green Frog, B-Team.

A few words made Song Yue suddenly think of someone.

She clicked on the main text and quickly browsed the content.

"Three generations of improved seeds, a new type of grain that tolerates high temperatures, are expected to be unveiled this Wednesday with team members..."

Song Yue was stunned.

How could it be possible? Zhou Shuhan and the other four actually came up with the results ahead of time?

Taking a deep breath, she thought calmly.

It's not impossible.

Although Zhou Shuhan's team's overall strength is average, they have been holding their breath and want to produce results this year.

But I didn't expect that they actually made it.

As Song Yue was thinking, he walked to the sprouted plant, picked one up gently and saw that the problem with the fruit cluster had been solved, and the seed cultivation was basically completed.

Unfortunately, I am still one step behind.

Zhou Shuhan's team has already released the news first and caught the public's attention. Even if Mr. Qiu holds a press conference, it won't make much sense.

First come, first served is always the default rule in every field.

In this case, she might not be able to complete her optional task.

He sighed inwardly and flipped through the copy mission again, and sure enough, he saw the system's comments.

[…Optional Task: Successfully cultivate a new type of high-temperature resistant grain (Completion reward: 80 life points) (Uncompleted)]

80 points of lifespan, gone just like that.

Song Yue looked at the last three words with mixed feelings.

After all, choosing to do a task is optional, and she initially had the mentality of doing it if she can, and forget it if she can't.

But who would have thought that I would suddenly find out that someone else had achieved my goal first, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

However, this discomfort was soon relieved.

She is just a tasker, and losing insignificant tasks will not have a big impact on her.

Instead it was She Wen.

Since returning to China, she has devoted herself to the experiment and has higher expectations for the results than anyone else.

If she heard the news about Zhou Shuhan's team, I wonder if she would...

Half an hour later, Song Yue waited in the dining room until She Wen and Qiu Lao woke up.

She Wen was surprised: "Senior Sister Song, you are up so early."

Song Yue hummed calmly: "There is something I want to tell you."

"Ah? What's the matter?" She Wen put away her surprise and sat down next to her with a smile.

Song Yue remained calm, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it slowly: "Zhou Shuhan's team is planning to hold a press conference this Wednesday."

She Wen opened her mouth, clearly surprised by this: "Brother Zhou? What did they come up with?"

Song Yue: "Like us, a new type of grain that is resistant to high temperatures."

The atmosphere suddenly dropped.

She Wen stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time.

It was Elder Qiu who reacted promptly. He pulled over a bench, sat down casually, and exclaimed, "They're really quick."

Song Yue shook her head and said truthfully, "We weren't slow, we were just delayed by going abroad and returning home for a few days."

Hearing this, Elder Qiu waved his hands. "You can't say that. Their team hasn't even used desert soil yet, but they've already figured it out. I underestimated these young people. They're truly surpassing their predecessors."

For Mr. Qiu, fame, money and status are no longer important. As long as someone in Xingguo successfully cultivates a new type of grain, his dream will have come true.

So when Song Yue told him the news, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and he quickly returned to normal.

Among the three people, She Wen was the only one who found it difficult to accept it for a while.

She lowered her head and said nothing.

Song Yue thought for a moment and said, "It's certainly hard to accept that someone else has scooped up your achievements, but Junior Sister She, these three weeks with Master Qiu haven't been without reward. Master Qiu taught you step by step how to cover the soil, how to water, and how to observe. These are things you can't learn from Zhou Shuhan. They will be intangible treasures that will benefit all living beings, don't you agree?"

Hearing this, She Wen raised her head and was stunned.

Yes, not only did Mr. Qiu not look down on her because she was a newbie who had just graduated, but he accepted her in a friendly manner, taught her carefully, and imparted his industry experience to her without reservation.

But in Zhou Shuhan's team, she learned nothing. She was not allowed to touch the equipment or participate in experiments. She could only follow orders and run errands every day. She was completely treated as cheap labor.

Just for this reason, following Mr. Qiu is far more meaningful than staying in Zhou Shuhan's team!

After her thoughts were enlightened, She Wen felt her heart suddenly become clear.

It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t get any results. She just graduated and it’s no big deal. As long as she follows Master Qiu, she will sooner or later produce results that others will recognize!

Seeing the light in her eyes gradually brighten, Song Yue curled her lips slightly, knowing that the former had untied the knot in her heart.

Elder Qiu also took the opportunity to speak: "Regardless of whether others win the award or not, our research should continue. The experiment must be carried out from beginning to end. Only in this way can you gain a deeper understanding of the entire cultivation process."

"Okay, Master Qiu is right!" She Wen sat up straight, nodded seriously, then stood up and said seriously, "I'll go to the basement to check the plants and continue to improve them."

Looking at her leaving figure, Qiu Lao smiled and said, "It's good to be young. You are full of energy."

Song Yue also smiled knowingly: "Yes, I hope she can always keep this mentality."

Time flew by and it was Wednesday. Song Yue asked for a day off from work with Mr. Qiu and prepared to go to the on-site press conference of Zhou Shuhan's team.

Although the mission failed, we can still join in the fun.

In the conference hall of several hundred square meters, there was a constant stream of guests, reporters, cameras, microphones... The well-prepared and orderly scene all demonstrated the importance of this research result.

Song Yue was not one of the invited guests, so he had no fixed seat and could only sit in the corners.

Soon the time was up, and as the lights dimmed, Zhou Shuhan, Meng Sheng and two other boys went on stage together.

The host first offered routine congratulations, and then began asking questions, inquiring about their team's research process and experience over the past month.

They were all insignificant words, and Song Yue didn't listen seriously.

It wasn't until the turn came for the chairmen of the three major conglomerates to take the stage and give their speeches that Song Yue suddenly perked up.

The country of Singapore is controlled by three major financial groups in turn. Unless it is a major occasion, ordinary people will never see them.

Because of this, Song Yue was unable to see them in person even after a month in this world.

Now was a good opportunity. She sat up straight and looked over at the side.

First, the current chairman of the consortium, Bruce, gave a congratulatory speech. Just as expected, Bruce had a shrewd face like a politician. Although he said congratulations, his eyes were full of consideration.

Then the award was presented by Conrad, the former two-time chairman of the consortium. Although he was over seventy years old, he was in very good condition. If Song Yue hadn't heard the whispers of the people around him, she would not have been able to tell that this guy was in his seventies.

"I heard that after Bruce steps down, the next chairman will be Conrad's grandson, a man of ruthless tactics. I wonder if life will be easy for ordinary people like us then. Sigh..."

"If nothing else, education will definitely be tightened. It's a headache just thinking about it. My child will start elementary school that year. If Conrad's grandson tightens the admission policy, my child will probably only be able to attend the worst elementary school."

"That's right. Medical expenses will definitely increase significantly. I just hope I don't get sick during those years, otherwise I won't be able to afford the expenses..."

Listening to the conversation between the others, Song Yue couldn't help but frown.

I didn't expect that the change of power would have such a huge impact on the people of Singapore, and it is impossible to disobey, so I can only accept it silently.

It seems that Singapore is only prosperous on the surface, but is actually rotten and outdated inside.

Finally, it was the turn of the incoming chairman of the consortium, Virgil, to announce his investment in Zhou Shuhan's team, revoking the second-to-last green frog and upgrading it to the highest-level amethyst!

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Amethyst! Oh my god, this is the highest honor!"

"What's honor worth? You have to look at the money! A full 100 million! Holy shit, if I had that much money, I'd immediately cancel the team, divide the money, and live the rest of my life in luxury!"

"You're right. Honor is nothing. It can't be used to make a living. Money is the most important thing! Damn, I envy Zhou Shuhan's team so much. Maybe I'll apply to join their team next year and see if I can make some money."

…

There is endless discussion about the value of Zijing Investment, but without exception, most people's attention is focused on the 100 million yuan, rather than the real core of the press conference - the new type of grain.

After all, there was a huge difference between this country and her real country Z. Song Yue stood up silently and decided to leave.

However, at this moment, there was a bang on the back of the head!

A gunshot broke the discussion!

Screams erupted like a wave!

Song Yue's pupils turned upside down, and he turned around and quickly hid behind a pillar.

Who?! Bringing a gun into the venue!

She was still in shock, wondering what was going on, when suddenly, another gunshot rang out!

Being able to use a gun, she immediately identified the source of the gunshots - the stage!

There's a killer on stage!

Who is it?

Host?

Song Yue took a deep breath and prepared to peek out from behind the pillar.

But then I heard the third gunshot!

Bang!

This time the gunshot was very close to her, right next to her.

She quickly turned her head and saw Brad, who was in his seventies, lying at her feet, his mouth opening and closing, and liquid in his brain pouring out uncontrollably.

Next to Brad, security personnel tried to maintain order and allow everyone to evacuate in an orderly manner.

However, the hall was already in chaos, with people running away and trampling on each other, not listening to the staff's instructions at all.

Brad was trampled on the ground and his head was soon crushed into mud.

Song Yue couldn't bear to look at it and looked away.

Suddenly, she thought of something.

Slowly, she leaned half of her body out from behind the pillar.

On the stage, Virgil, who announced the Amethyst investment, was also leaning sideways, his head drooping on the ground, his wide-open pupils filled with the shock of death.

Bruce, who was sitting below the stage, was also not spared. He was a VIP among VIPs, sitting in the first row, facing the center of the stage, so the bullet easily passed through his forehead and flew out from the back of his head.

Even from a distance, Song Yue could clearly see the blood oozing out of the back of his head.

As expected, all three chairmen of the consortium were shot in the head!

Who would do that?

Who dares to do this?

Was the press conference just a gimmick? Was the real purpose behind this plot to eliminate the three major financial groups?

After a little thought, I felt my heart pounding.

This was most likely a premeditated political struggle, and as an outsider, she had to get out of it quickly.

I wanted to blend into the crowd quickly and reduce my presence.

Unfortunately, the crowd was so large that her steps were not in line with her wishes.

During a jostle, her vision was facing the stage.

The next second, her pupils suddenly dilated.

Behind the curtain, she actually saw a face!

Meng Sheng, how could she...?!

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