"After all, my major is traditional Chinese medicine."
When it comes to her profession, Meng Xiaoan is very proud, and her eyes even light up.
Many intellectuals of this era are indeed quite simple and straightforward.
They are all driven by ambition and are genuinely willing to fight and strive for their ideals.
Comparatively speaking, after the expansion of university enrollment in later generations, some people lost this original aspiration and only wanted to find a good job.
Most people work in industries that are completely unrelated to their university majors, or even entirely different industries.
Although it's said to be an influence created by the times, it's still a bit disheartening.
“I just looked at some of your attempts and feasibility reports for some projects. Have you conducted any on-site investigations? Or to put it bluntly, are your so-called feasibility studies based on some existing facts, or are they purely your imagination, just theoretical discussions?”
Meng Xiaoan smiled faintly.
“Mr. Wang, I came to see you today because my sister told me that you are also a person with some ideals. I think that our communication here must be based on mutual trust. If you don’t trust me at all, then our communication loses its foundation. I think that if I continue to say more, it will just be castles in the air and will be meaningless.”
Wang Tianxiao wasn't upset when the young man said that.
He'd seen plenty of these impetuous young people; who hasn't been young once?
Young people often think they can handle anything, that they are the center of the world, or that the world should consider their opinions as much as possible, so they always offer a lot of suggestions and views to the world.
However, while some of the opinions were very constructive, most of the feedback actually reflected dissatisfaction with the current situation.
Wang Tianxiao thought back to his own youth, and realized he was no different.
At that time, he didn't have much talent, unlike this young man, who was a genuine graduate of a prestigious university and a master's degree holder. In those days, a master's degree was a truly high level of education.
There's nothing you can't do; even if you just want to work in the government as a cadre, there are plenty of places that will extend olive branches to you.
But instead of pursuing the more glamorous paths, he chose this uncertain, thorny, and difficult road.
This precisely demonstrates that he does indeed have his own ideals.
From this perspective, Wang Tianxiao actually admires and likes his personality.
Although he gradually became wealthy thanks to the convenience of his rebirth, it was clear to the naked eye that he would definitely become a successful businessman and entrepreneur in the future.
However, he knew that people like him wouldn't really contribute much to the progress of society.
Even if he planted all sorts of medicinal herbs throughout Yangziling, it still wouldn't solve the problem of rural people having difficulty accessing and affording medical care.
True technological innovation ultimately requires knowledgeable people to drive it.
The future ultimately belongs to the knowledge age.
He is already very fortunate to be able to serve as a helmsman in this great era.
Thinking about this, he smiled and nodded: "You're right, that's what I think too. Trust is indeed the foundation of our communication, but..."
Wang Tianxiao changed the subject, "Since you say that trust is the foundation and that I need to believe in you, I have no objection. But trust is mutual. So, at this moment, yes, right now, as we are talking, do you truly trust me as well?"
Meng Xiaoan was stunned.
"See, we're all the same. Trust isn't built on mutual constraints, but on mutual understanding. If we want to truly trust each other, we must first understand who the other person is and what they can offer."
If I ask you some basic questions and you maintain an arrogant attitude, that's definitely not a cooperative working relationship. You know, I've met many people who are just as good as you, but not everyone has the kind of conversation we have.
I respect your ideals, but please don't just see me as a medicinal herb grower. Since we share similar goals, and since we've met, we should communicate more gently and directly. Alright, I've now shown my sincerity; what about you?
Meng Xiaoan was stunned.
This is the second time he's been stunned today.
He discovered that the man opposite him, who was two or three years older than him, was not one of those nouveau riche with a little money that he had imagined.
In fact, he didn't seem like an ordinary farmer.
His demeanor is like that of someone who has experienced much of the world, seen through the vicissitudes of life, and finally settled into a state of calm and composure.
It is a gentleness imbued with wisdom.
This kind of temperament is something you can only see in many professors.
For a moment, he felt that Wang Tianxiao seemed like an elder.
The pride and arrogance that had characterized them when they arrived were now like a snow-capped mountain under the sun, collapsing in an instant and turning into countless dust particles.
He could no longer hold his head high while speaking.
Seeing Meng Xiaoan's expression, Wang Tianxiao could roughly guess what he was thinking. Feeling that things had gone far enough and not wanting to further wear down the child's spirit, he smiled gently.
"To be honest, I don't really understand pharmaceutical processes, which isn't surprising, right? It's like a pig farmer isn't necessarily a good cook. But no pig farmer doesn't want their pork to be made into delicious food."
I assure you that I can grow various medicinal herbs that meet your quality requirements, and I can even cultivate specific varieties to meet your needs. However, whether you can transform these herbs into effective remedies is your task, and also your strength.
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