Chapter 786 Super Rice 2000! T2 Generation Plant Stage! Yield of 2000 kg per mu!
Inside the main room, a three-horsepower air conditioner was blowing warm air.
Song Yuncheng's aunt and uncle were exceptionally hospitable. One was busy making tea and pouring water, while the other brought out a small electric heater from the house and placed it in front of Chen Yansen, afraid that he would get cold.
"Thanks."
Chen Yansen took the teacup and took a small sip.
"Mr. Chen, thank you for your guidance and care for Xiao Chengzi."
The young man's brother-in-law drives a truck in Luzhou. Although he only has a junior high school education, he has traveled all over the country and is very knowledgeable. He is not very reserved in front of Chen Yansen and skillfully pours tea and offers cigarettes at the same time.
"Young master, Boss Shi doesn't smoke."
Seeing this, Song Yuncheng, who was sitting on the sofa, quickly interjected to remind him.
"Like Xiao Chengzi, I'll also call you 'Young Master-in-Law.' How's your freight business going?"
Chen Yansen asked in a gentle tone.
"Well, I'm being presumptuous! Business is alright, but oil prices have risen sharply in recent years, and the freight industry is fiercely competitive. I only earn a little over ten thousand a month. It's nothing like ten years ago, when driving a truck was really profitable."
The young man replied with a smile.
He was a perceptive man and could naturally see that his niece and Chen Yansen had an unusual relationship.
Which boss would go out of their way to visit an employee's home on New Year's Eve?
Moreover, as news reports have shown, Senlian Group has a total of 1.74 million employees. If Chen Yansen were to personally visit each of them to deliver his blessings, it would probably take him more than ten years to finish.
"Both Orange Construction and Yunsu Express are short of truck drivers. The salary can be two or three thousand higher than your current one, and the key is that it's stable with weekends off. Young man, are you interested in changing jobs?"
Chen Yansen put down his teacup and asked casually.
In his view, Song Yuncheng's aunt and uncle were honest and good people in the traditional sense.
Their own family wasn't wealthy, yet they dared to take Song Yuncheng and Song Yunnuo, whose mental capacity was only six or seven years old, home to care for them. This sense of responsibility and pressure is something that not everyone can bear.
Forget about family ties; more than 90% of people would avoid this at all costs.
Who would want two extra "burdens" for no reason?
In fact, when Song Yuncheng's house burned down, both her parents died, leaving only her and Song Yunnuo, who suffered from toxic encephalopathy.
Seeing this, all the relatives quickly distanced themselves, fearing they would be implicated. Later, when they heard that Song Yuncheng had become successful, they all flocked to him, trying to curry favor.
In the past, Song Yuncheng might have felt embarrassed, but under Chen Yansen's guidance, she didn't spend a single penny and politely told her relatives, "Since you chose to sever ties back then, let's just live our own lives peacefully from now on and be strangers."
Upon hearing this, the young master did not immediately agree, but instead turned his gaze to Song Yuncheng.
Working for Senlian Group would be good, but he was more afraid of causing trouble for his niece.
In his view, he had only paid Song Yuncheng's tuition for two years and taken care of Song Yunnuo for a while, but he hadn't been of much help.
In contrast, Song Yuncheng, after becoming financially well-off in recent years, not only bought a three-bedroom house in Luzhou and gave it to them for free, but also renovated his old house in his hometown. He also treats his two children like his own younger siblings. He is already very content.
Song Yuncheng looked at Chen Yansen, and seeing that his master nodded slightly to indicate that it was alright, he said, "Young master, you can just choose a company you like."
"Mr. Chen, then I'll go to Orange Construction."
The young man thought for a moment and then said...
He said he was being presumptuous, but he never actually dared to call Chen Yansen by his full name.
Chen Yansen smiled, grabbed a few peanuts from the fruit plate, and acted as if he were one of the guests, drinking tea and watching the Spring Festival Gala with them.
After staying for about half an hour, he got up to say goodbye, taking Song Yuncheng with him when he left.
Chen Yansen didn't rush back to Luzhou. Instead, he leaned against the car and watched the fireworks in the distance with Song Yuncheng.
Nowadays, most cities ban fireworks, so you can only feel the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year in rural areas.
The smell of gunpowder in the air grew stronger!
"On the way here, I bought some fireworks and put them in the trunk."
Chen Yansen said.
"I haven't really enjoyed watching fireworks since my parents passed away."
Song Yuncheng said softly, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible melancholy.
"Old Chen said that my mother used to love watching fireworks. In the early 1990s, every year during the Spring Festival, he would take out one-third of his monthly salary to buy several boxes of fireworks for my mother."
Chen Yansen said slowly and deliberately.
He had taken many girls to set off fireworks, the most expensive time being when he set off fireworks worth over a million yuan, but that was just to please himself.
"Uncle Chen is such a good man," Song Yuncheng couldn't help but exclaim.
“Me too,” Chen Yansen said seriously.
"Cough cough cough—!"
Song Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but choke, coughing several times in a row, her pretty face turning red.
“Master, if you count as a good man, then there probably won’t be any scumbags in the world.”
Once she had recovered, Xiao Chengzi forced herself to tease her.
"Get in the car, I'll show you what a real 'scumbag' is."
Chen Yansen said irritably.
at the same time.
Many employees of Senlian Group were holding their phones, glancing at Yunzhou's project group every now and then, secretly looking forward to it.
In some departmental group chats, someone couldn't help but ask, "Will Brother Sen still be giving out red envelopes this year?"
"When it was released last year, I don't think they said it would be released this year, right?"
"Who dares to tag Brother Sen in the main group chat?"
"Go ahead! I'll absolutely support you in spirit!"
"Pah! What if Brother Sen thinks I'm a money-grubber?"
"Aren't you one?"
Colleagues from all over the country were having New Year's Eve dinner, watching the Spring Festival Gala, or playing mahjong, all taking advantage of the breaks to chat and joke around in the group chat.
"It doesn't matter whether we pay or not! Brother Sen has never shortchanged anyone on their salary and bonuses, so let's not be too greedy."
"+1! You're right!"
"But why aren't President Zhou and President Huang showing up? Are they deliberately playing dumb?"
A junior manager mustered up his courage and said something.
He actually said that on purpose.
Every year, the company allocates a portion of its budget to managers at all levels for distributing New Year's red envelopes to their team members.
In this way, the person in charge doesn't feel much pressure, and the subordinates can also get a good omen. With an average amount of a few dozen yuan per person, it won't put anyone in a difficult position.
Of course, Chen Yansen made this arrangement mainly to accumulate more humanitarian spirit.
"Brother Hui, the task of tagging President Zhou is now entrusted to you!"
Immediately, someone in the group started stirring things up.
The employee, known as "Brother Hui," immediately switched to the project's main group chat and brazenly tagged Zhou Shouzhi: "Happy New Year, President Zhou!"
After sending the message, he added a red envelope emoji, the intention of which was self-evident.
"Red envelopes will be sent out promptly at nine o'clock! I'll give the opportunity to the heads of each department first, so everyone can have a good time."
Zhou Shouzhi replied quickly, and also tagged several heads of core departments.
Before long, the project group turned into a "sycophant group," with various emojis thanking the boss and wishing everyone a Happy New Year flooding the screen.
From department director to company general manager, and then to group president, a wave of red envelopes were distributed, and everyone received several hundred yuan, creating a lively atmosphere in the group chat.
Chen Yansen didn't have time to pick up his phone until 11:30 p.m. and glance at the messages in the group.
He casually sent out several large red envelopes, each containing 200 yuan, to every project group.
In just ten minutes, three or four hundred million yuan disappeared from his bank account.
At the same time.
Li Anan, far away in Shanghai, spent the second happiest Spring Festival of his life at Kuai Pao Canteen.
Unlike before, when we didn't have enough to eat or wear, our hands were covered in frostbite, and we had to wash dishes in cold water.
Seven or eight employees sat together, enjoying their New Year's Eve dinner in a lively atmosphere.
Kuaipao also has some delivery drivers on the streets delivering orders. In order to ensure the catering supply of its sister companies, Kuaipao's canteen will keep a few employees on duty every Spring Festival.
"Annan, the company has launched online education courses. Would you like to sign up and give it a try? As long as you pass the exam, you can go to Senlian University for further studies. Although it is only a certificate issued by Orange Education, it is recognized within the group. You will be considered a college student in the future."
Li Xinyu, holding a drink, asked Li Anan across from her.
Orange Education Network is a learning platform launched by the group specifically for its internal employees, encouraging them to learn while working and improve themselves.
A certificate will be issued after passing the exam. Although it is not recognized by outsiders, it is recognized by the group.
In Li Xinyu's opinion, Li Anan is still young and can't stay as a waiter in the Kuaipao canteen for the rest of his life.
"Sister Xinyu, can I...?"
Li Anan asked timidly.
She doesn't know many characters, so learning them from scratch is no easy task.
"I don't have much to do after get off work, so why not give it a try? It's always good to learn more."
Li Xinyu patiently persuaded him.
"Xinyu, Anan! Hurry! The boss is giving out big red envelopes!"
Store manager Ge Yuhang suddenly shouted excitedly.
...
Inside a commercial apartment in Yancheng, Jiangsu Province, Yang Zheming looked at his daughter incredulously: "You're going to France?"
He never imagined that his daughter's life would undergo such a dramatic change after she joined Orange Garment Factory.
First, she was transferred from the regular ironing workshop to the design department, then she designed several best-selling garments and won hundreds of thousands of yuan in bonuses. Now she is even going to France for further studies.
"Teacher Liu said that this opportunity is particularly rare and that it would be best to go, as it would be very helpful for my future career planning."
Yang Fenghuang explained solemnly.
At the company, she called Liu Xinlei "Sister Xinlei", but in front of her family, she always respectfully called her "Teacher Liu" to show respect.
She knew in her heart that without Liu Xinlei's hands-on guidance, she would probably still be ironing clothes in the workshop, working from morning till night every day, earning only a few thousand yuan a month.
"But you don't speak French. How will you communicate over there?"
Yang Zheming asked again with concern.
“The company offers French language classes, and I have been studying for more than two months. I can handle basic daily communication without any problems.”
Yang Fenghuang said slowly.
Despite how easily she spoke, she suffered a lot behind the scenes.
Learning a completely new language is never easy.
But the thought of earning 500,000 or 1 million in the future motivated her to improve at an astonishing pace.
"Dad doesn't understand these big principles either, but your boss is a truly good person. Come on, let's toast him together!"
Yang Zheming raised his wine glass, muttering to himself, and together with his daughter, raised a toast to Chen Yansen from afar.
A wisp of thin white mist drifted towards Luzhou.
Upon arriving in Luzhou, they discovered that the white mist came from all corners of the world, from mountains and rivers, and gathered together in countless strands, instantly adding millions of threads of humanitarianism to Chen Yansen's life.
Chen Yansen only stayed in Chunshen for two days before returning to Luzhou on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
He went to the company immediately to check on the growth of the T1 generation of super rice plants.
Upon entering the R&D center, one is greeted by a field of thriving rice: the plants are between 100 and 110 centimeters tall, with stems as thick as reeds, and leaves that are upright, dark green, and thick, appearing extremely resilient.
Each rice plant has approximately 8 to 10 effective panicles, with a panicle length of 25 to 30 centimeters. The target trait after gene editing is very obvious.
"Boss, I selected a few samples yesterday and counted the grains in each ear. The weight of a thousand dry grains is between 38 and 40 grams."
When Sun Jianing saw Chen Yansen walk in, she quickly went up to report.
Although the company was on holiday, Orange Biotechnology's laboratory was at a critical juncture, so Sun Jianing led a team to stay in Luzhou to keep watch.
Currently, the weight of a thousand grains of high-yield rice in China is approximately 25 to 27 grams, which shows how plump the grains of this super rice are.
Chen Yansen stepped forward, took the container handed to him by Sun Jianing, and carefully observed the different states of unhulled, hulled, germinated rice, and polished rice.
Finally, we see highly processed rice, which is snow-white and translucent, with each grain measuring 7 to 8 millimeters in length, 40% to 60% longer than ordinary japonica rice.
"Have you done the resistance test?" Chen Yansen asked.
"Boss, this is the test and comparison report. The T1 generation plants have shown significant improvements in resistance to rice blast and bacterial blight, but the performance of the glyphosate resistance gene is not ideal."
Sun Jianing turned around, picked up a stack of documents from the workbench, and handed them to Chen Yansen.
Chen Yansen took the report, quickly skimmed through it, and soon identified the key issue.
After a moment's thought, he pointed to a line of text on the report and said, "Pull out the gene sequencing data of the experimental group and focus on comparing the insertion site of the glyphosate resistance gene. I suspect that there is a problem with the promoter region, which leads to insufficient gene expression efficiency."
Sun Jianing nodded quickly and began operating the computer.
A densely packed gene sequence map immediately appeared on the screen. Chen Yansen leaned forward and scanned the base pairs segment by segment.
After a moment, he pointed to one of the sequences and said, "The methylation here is too high, which affects the binding efficiency of RNA polymerase. Next, we will adjust the promoter sequence and replace it with the UBI promoter that we have previously verified on insect-resistant cotton, and then reconstruct the vector for transformation."
While taking careful notes, Sun Jianing thought quickly and was surprised to find that the problem most likely really was here.
monster!
She didn't dare say it aloud, only marveling to herself.
Having worked with Chen Yansen on R&D for so long, I've always seen how accurately he can pinpoint the root of the problem whenever we encounter difficulties. His ability is truly terrifying.
"Boss, after adjusting the promoter, it is expected to take 3 months to see new experimental results."
In addition, preparations for field trials need to be planned in advance. Should we contact the agricultural association to apply for experimental plots?
After noting down Chen Yansen's instructions, Sun Jianing asked a question.
"Let's do it simultaneously! First, self-pollinate the selected homozygous T1 generation plants and harvest T2 generation seeds."
Chen Yansen replied.
He paused, then asked, "What is the average weight of a single dry grain plant in the sample unit?"
“I selected 20 uniformly growing rice plants as the core sample. The dry grain weight of each plant was between 95 and 100 grams. Based on a field density of 30 plants per square meter, and after deducting 8% for losses, the yield per mu (a Chinese unit of area, approximately 0.165 acres) is approximately between 1,750 and 1,840 kilograms.”
Sun Jianing answered logically and clearly.
It's important to know that this is only the production capacity of the T1 generation plants.
Next, they will prioritize cultivating T2 generation plants and crossbreed them to produce a first generation of hybrids with stronger performance. At that time, the production capacity may exceed 2,000 kilograms.
The current domestic record for super rice yield per mu is only 1,000 kilograms.
Although these data are the results of careful cultivation in artificial climate chambers, if they are planted outdoors in the field, reaching 1,500 kilograms would be considered a success.
Even 1,500 kilograms is equivalent to doubling the yield per mu, meaning one mu of land can produce the same amount of grain as two mu of land!
“Let’s call it Super Rice 2000,” Chen Yansen added.
The following day, Super Rice 2000 officially entered the T2 generation plant cultivation stage.
Although the outside world had heard about this, rice research institutes and agricultural science academies in various places all thought that the yield unit of Super Rice 2000 per mu was jin, and did not dare to associate it with kilograms at all!
Unbeknownst to them, Chen Yansen had already introduced the key gene for C4 photosynthesis into the molecular genome of rice, directly ushering in a new era for rice production capacity.
(End of this chapter)
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