After hearing this, County Master Shen's face shuddered and he glanced at Jiang Che in surprise.
Is this child really from Huaxi Village?
How could he have the qualifications to cooperate with three retired professors and even trick them into coming here to build a research center?
Plant Research Center! There isn’t even one in the county. He admitted that he was jealous.
"Then I wonder where the three old gentlemen are at this time?"
County Shen Z continued to ask, every retired old professor is a treasure!
He has both ability and connections, so most people don't dare to mess with him.
"Three old gentlemen are at my house right now. They thought the research institute would start construction in a couple of days, and they wanted to watch."
Jiang Che spoke calmly, but County Magistrate Shen's heart was in turmoil. These three old gentlemen were treasures.
They are able to develop such amazing fruits and vegetables. I wonder if they would be able to succeed if we invited them to the county town.
There is no limit to where you can research seeds. The basic conditions in the county are better. As for the cooperation with Jiang Che, it has no impact.
After all, all Jiang Che needs is seeds, so the location of the research institute should not be important.
"Jiang Che, could you take me to visit these three old gentlemen?"
County Magistrate Shen asked solemnly.
"Of course you can, but the three old men don't like crowds. If that happens, only one person from County Z can go in. Is that okay?"
"Okay, no problem, let's have a drink together."
County Magistrate Shen excitedly raised his glass to clink with Jiang Che's, then drank it all in one gulp.
"Hello, Grandpa Z, welcome to our Huaxi Village. Here are some wild strawberries I picked in the mountains for you to eat."
Seven or eight little rascals suddenly appeared behind Shenxian Z. They were all covered in dust and dirt, holding a handful of wild strawberries in their hands, which were all quite large.
County Master Shen heard the sound and turned his head to look.
Puff, he spat out a mouthful of wine before he could swallow it.
What's going on? These kids are like refugees, barefoot, their pants looking like they've been gnawed by dogs.
The key point is that one of them was actually wearing pants made of urea bags.
What's going on?
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