If you were to ask what it's like to go from a millionaire to a billionaire, Xu Milu might be able to answer that question.
With 13,000 jin of wheat ears, eggs, and seeds shipped out, Ren Honghe's bank account suddenly had an extra 325 million yuan.
More than 300 million RMB, which would weigh three tons if converted into 100-yuan bills, is now just a long string of numbers lying quietly in Xu Milu's account.
This is a huge fortune that could kill someone.
But Xu Milu quickly realized that the money could only be spent under the identity of "Ren Honghe," and her initial enthusiasm indeed waned considerably.
"Boss, that scared me to death! I thought he was going to ask how these seeds got through customs!"
Zhang Cang let out an exaggerated sigh, then secretly glanced at Fang Jianguo and Qin Haitao beside him:
"That's not right. Why are the people from the Agriculture Bureau so easy to talk to? They didn't even ask about the origin of the seeds. That's not like them."
Xu Milu rolled her eyes slightly.
There are no unchanging rules in the world, only unchanging interests. When the interests are huge enough, those so-called rules cease to exist.
She believes that rather than delving into the origins of these seeds, the Chinese government is currently more interested in maintaining ongoing cooperation.
As for whether there will be any covert investigations, that's none of her business.
Ren Honghe's identity was never very convincing, but as long as she could continuously provide new seeds, her identity, however fake, would eventually become real.
Even if the cooperation breaks down one day, Xu Milu can immediately abandon this identity and leave, but she doesn't think that day will come.
The kind of slice-and-analysis depicted in novels is unrealistic. After all, China values long-term interests more and would not push "Ren Honghe" abroad based on a single speculation.
That would be a gross underestimation of the nation's strategic scope.
Even if it is discovered one day that she is an alien, Xu Milu believes that the Chinese government can swear on the table that "Ren Honghe" and her ancestors have been true Chinese people for generations.
What? With a history of five thousand years, is it abnormal for China to have indigenous inhabitants of extraterrestrial races?
That's perfectly normal!
You say she's not from Earth, do you have any proof?
On what grounds do they slander us model citizens?
Now, Xu Milu can openly use this identity to transport ingredients of unknown origin, transplant plants from other dimensions to Earth, and achieve her goal of collecting energy stones. It's a win-win situation.
After all, "Xu Milu" was just an ordinary girl learning to cook who met "Ren Honghe" by chance and obtained the seeds of Ping Pong Grapes.
Xu Milu glanced at the text message on her phone showing her bank balance, admiring it with satisfaction for a while before stuffing it into her pocket.
"Taking advantage of the Ministry of Agriculture's initiative, let's put the giant delicious mushrooms on Taobao. By the way, as usual, Ningcheng will send one portion of ingredients and one portion of seeds."
"Is this for Miss Xu?"
Zhang Cang was already used to it, but after thinking for a moment, he raised an objection:
"No, boss, our experimental field is only so big. The mushrooms we grow are barely enough to supply Miss Xu, let alone enough for external sales."
"And mushrooms this big really can't be delivered by courier this time. Even if we wanted to expand production, we're a seed company, we don't have sales qualifications! The latest we could apply would be April of this year."
"If you have any problems, go to Minister Fang, he will solve them."
Xu Milu patted his shoulder:
"If possible, I'll consult with Minister Fang about the desert contracting policy. I plan to plant chili peppers in the desert in a while—Minister Fang, while I'm away, Manager Zhang will handle the negotiations with you. He knows best how many seeds are still in stock for sale."
Just kidding, this is the official's golden thigh, what are you waiting for if you don't hurry up and latch onto it?
"Growing chili peppers in the desert?"
Fang Jianguo was all smiles:
"Is there any new variety of seeds? Ms. Ren, don't worry, China's agricultural policies have always been the best, and we will definitely be able to meet your requirements. Xiao Zhang, right? Come, come, don't be so reserved. We'll be seeing each other often in the future."
Zhang Cang swallowed hard, glancing at the amiable-looking big shot beside him, and suddenly had a subtle feeling that he had been sold out.
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Having not seen her family for so long, Xu Milu felt as if an eternity had passed. She carried a large bag of things and went home.
The rice food shop delayed its opening until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the old customers were all crying in the WeChat group. They heard that Xu Milu was in seclusion to improve her cooking skills and wished they could immediately crowdfund to find someone to teach her.
Old Liu has gained a lot of weight during his time at home, and his cheeks have become fuller. Compared to his previous appearance, it's like night and day.
"Oh, you're back? I didn't let your mom come over these past few days because I was afraid she'd bother you. Have you figured something out about this?"
Old Liu was listening to opera on the radio, nodding and swaying his head, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
The old man doesn't spend much money. His clothes, shoes, and socks are usually bought by Liu Hongmei, and his cigarettes and alcohol are given to him by Sun Zhixiao. Xu Milu's monthly salary of 50,000 yuan is considered pocket money.
“Learning to cook still requires guidance from a master. I’ve already talked to Old Cui about it. I’ll go to his house to formally become his apprentice in a couple of days. He has seven formal apprentices, and you’re the youngest. When you go to be his apprentice, you should be more attentive, sweet-talking, and diligent. Don’t be disliked. We’re going there to learn skills, so it’s not shameful to do it honestly.”
Old Liu rambled on and on, then turned and saw the miniature cake house that Xu Milu had placed on the table. He couldn't help but stroll over and marvel at it.
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