The wind only blows twice a year in the province of Kyrgyzstan.
One storm in the first half of the year, another in the second half, each storm lasting half a year.
Everyone will end up with a chaotic mess of hairstyles and various leaves and sand particles as decorations firmly nailed to their hair.
However, this is more than enough of an excuse to sober up, since the cannery manager surnamed Yan in front of him looks completely convinced and is probably also stunned by the strong wind.
After confirming that there were no problems with the contract, Zhao Youcai and Factory Director Yan quickly signed the contract, and then Factory Director Yan pulled Zhao Youcai away to rest.
Originally, Director Yan had planned to book a guesthouse for Zhao Youcai, but when he thought about the group of people who came to his factory to poach people, he was really worried that they would take advantage of the dark night and kidnap Zhao Youcai with big sacks.
As a long-term partner and client, Factory Manager Yan felt he had to treat them well.
So Zhao Youcai spent four or five days eating and playing at Director Yan's cannery, until the hawthorn juice was successfully launched.
Sure enough, this hawthorn-flavored drink tastes amazing.
Just by taking one sip, Director Yan knew this drink would be a huge hit.
In high spirits, Factory Director Yan generously gave Zhao Youcai 500 yuan as a thank-you gift for his research and development efforts, and even took the initiative to sign another contract.
The contract roughly stated that "for every three boxes of canned fruit purchased by Zhao Youcai, the cannery will give Zhao Youcai a free box of hawthorn juice, with no upper limit."
Zhao Youcai never expected such a good thing to happen. He thought it would be a waste not to take such a free benefit.
As for other flavors of canned food, Zhao Youcai plans to save them for his next visit.
Otherwise, it seems like I'm not worthy of this job where I get a lot of money every quarter and don't have to work in the office.
The cannery has had quite a few distinguished guests lately. Upon learning that Zhao Youcai had come to Heilongjiang Province, many factory directors gathered at the guesthouse near the cannery.
Factory Director Yan rides his bicycle to and from get off work every day, and he always runs into several familiar faces at the factory gate or around the corner.
Seeing that the group was getting restless and fearing that if they delayed any longer, they might join forces to destroy him, Director Yan finally relented.
"Since Comrade Zhao has other matters to attend to, I won't keep you any longer. When you come again next time, please give me more time so I can properly entertain you, Brother Zhao."
Zhao Youcai smiled and waved goodbye to Director Yan. Almost as soon as he appeared at the gate of the cannery, before he could even catch his breath, everything went black.
Good heavens, where did these eight people come from? Do they know kung fu or invisibility?
I just silently complained to myself, and then nine more people popped up.
Zhao Youcai fell silent.
Well, these days factory managers are all multi-talented. You're not qualified to be a factory manager if you don't have some unexpected skill.
Compared to them, I, the factory manager, am just too ordinary. I need to get more experience.
In the following days, Zhao Youcai relived the feeling he had when he arrived at the Heilongjiang Railway Station.
Then the group surrounded him again and started yelling and trying to take him away.
My head was buzzing, and the sounds in my ears were so numerous they were irritating.
In the end, the factory manager who looked the shortest won.
This truly proves the saying that good things come in small packages.
Look at this little guy, he's got amazing fighting skills, and he walks with a swagger that's more annoying than anyone else's.
...
Zhaojiagou.
The small team from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Beijing gazed at the end of the country road, resting their chins on their hands in boredom, letting out a long sigh countless times.
"Sigh, I wonder which bastard has detained them again. It's been so many days and there's still not a single word from them."
They knew that waiting like this wasn't a solution, but Heilongjiang Province was quite large, and there were many factories there. If they went there and searched slowly, it would take them several days.
What if we find information about Zhao Youcai's whereabouts, but he has already run away?
So this group of people stood there every day, hoping that the postman would come and deliver the mail so they could find out where Zhao Youcai was and rush over immediately.
Unfortunately, for some reason, the postman hasn't made a single trip to Zhao Jia Gou these past few days.
Little did they know that Zhao Jianhua went out every day, ostensibly to buy raw materials to make spicy strips and instant noodles, but in reality, he went to his own house in town to wait for news from the post office.
After leaving the cannery, Zhao Youcai couldn't resist Director Yan's enthusiasm and made a special trip to the post office to send back two boxes of canned yellow peaches, two boxes of canned hawthorns, and two boxes of hawthorn juice.
He didn't care about the delivery address; the people at the post office knew where he lived anyway.
The post office staff were too lazy to go to Zhao Jiagou, which was further away, so they delivered the package directly to Zhao Youcai's home in town.
Zhao Jianhua's eyes lit up when he saw the several large boxes of good stuff.
Although his father still hadn't sent a single word, all these good things were enough to show that everything was going well for him in Heilongjiang Province.
Under Zhao Youcai's influence, Zhao Jianhua also learned that interpersonal relationships involve give and take. So, based on the address of the cannery, he took it upon himself to send two boxes of instant noodles, two boxes of chicken and ham sausages, and two boxes of mixed spicy strips as a return gift.
A few days later, Director Yan, who had received the gift, couldn't stop smiling in his office. He praised Zhao Youcai to everyone he met, saying that he was a shrewd person and that his son was just as shrewd.
The other factory managers, who were still eagerly waiting in line to invite Zhao Youcai to their factories for guidance, wished they could tear off Factory Manager Yan's smiling face.
Hmph! Don't think they can't see through him; this guy is just showing off that he got something good!
Zhao Youcai, who was busy making a diligent spinning top, was completely unaware of all this.
A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Youcai finally arrived at the last destination of his trip—the high-yield corn seed breeding base.
Zhao Youcai picked up the simplified homemade map with a bewildered look and checked it several times.
This person has definitely gone to the wrong place.
He'd seen plenty of things about selling goods, but he really didn't know anything about cultivating and improving high-yield grain varieties.
I only know about Yuan Longping, the father of hybrid rice, and I really don't know anything else.
Although his cheat ability included a farm, and one that was extremely productive, he didn't have the technology. He couldn't very well go to the farm and dig up all the soil for them to study, could he?
Huh?
Zhao Youcai's eyes suddenly lit up.
It's impractical to dig up the soil from the farm, but it's not impossible to take out some of the fertilizer and other materials used on the farm for their research.
If useful components are extracted and a high-yield fertilizer is developed, it would benefit all mankind.
When corn yields increase, and with the high-yield rice cultivated by Yuan Longping and the addition of high-yield fertilizers, granaries across the country will only become fuller and fuller.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
