Chapter 110

Wan Ping'an opened the door and let the big shot in.

Before the big shot entered the door, two people went in first to check.

Wan Ping'an was not surprised at all. The big shot in front of him was related to national affairs and could not have any accidents; no detail could be missed.

As soon as the big shot entered the door, his expression was a bit surprised.

Wan Ping'an's house probably had hundreds of catties of cured meat.

There were also some bags piled in the corner, which could be seen to be rice and flour.

Outside the door.

The crowd refused to disperse for a long time.

It was rare for a big shot to come, and everyone wanted to get familiar and get some light!

"Yi Zhonghai is probably finished."

Yan Fugui sighed.

"He's definitely finished."

"I'm a cook, I've cooked for some big shots, and I've never met any big shot with such a powerful aura."

"I don't dare to guess the big shot's identity, but I can be sure that in front of him, even the factory director of the steel rolling mill is not worth mentioning!"

He Great Qing nodded.

He was happiest that Yi Zhonghai had an accident.

Sha Zhu was too close to Yi Zhonghai and was too influenced by him.

By the time he realized something was wrong, Sha Zhu had already been influenced too deeply.

He hated Yi Zhonghai!

"How could Wan Ping'an know such a big shot?"

Yan Fugui couldn't believe it.

The big shot's identity was probably higher than he guessed.

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

He Great Qing didn't know either.

In Wan Ping'an's house.

The big shot and Wan Ping'an both sat down. Qin Huai was very diligent, poured a bowl of water for each of them, and stood curiously behind Wan Ping'an.

"Little Wan, I heard you grew a kind of golden rice?"

The big shot asked with a smile.

Wan Ping'an suddenly realized that he was here for the golden rice.

After Han Dahe reported it to the higher-ups, he had explained it carefully to Wan Ping'an, saying that going through the formal review process would take some time and wouldn't be so fast!

"Yes!"

"Huai, go get a bowl."

Wan Ping'an nodded with a smile.

No amount of explanation is as direct as seeing the real thing.

Qin Huai took a bowl, filled it with more than half a bowl of golden rice, and placed it on the table.

Wan Ping'an pushed it in front of the big shot.

The big shot finally showed a surprised expression, reached out and grabbed a handful of golden rice, and even brought it to his nose to smell it, confirming it was the smell of rice.

"When I first saw it, I also thought it was broken gold."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to believe that these broken particles, which are the same as gold, are actually a kind of food. It's truly incredible!"

The big shot put the golden rice back into the bowl.

"This kind of rice is very fragrant."

"It's many, many times more fragrant than white rice, a hundred times, no, a thousand times..."

Qin Huai stated firmly.

Her and Wan Ping'an's staple food had long been changed to golden rice. The bowl of golden, fragrant rice steamed out made people have a great appetite.

"How about we steam some rice now?"

Qin Huai was very smart.

She could see that the big shot's identity was extraordinary.

Judging from the big shot's performance, he had goodwill towards Wan Ping'an. If he could eat a bowl of rice, it might be of great benefit to Wan Ping'an.

The big shot smiled and refused.

Wan Ping'an was not surprised at all.

The big shot had too many big things to deal with, and his personal safety was related to the fate of the nation, so he couldn't eat food from outside casually.

Otherwise.

The impact would be too great.

"Comrade Little Wan, is the yield per mu of golden rice really eighteen hundred catties?"

The big shot asked with a smile.

"Leader..."

Wan Ping'an was full of confidence.

"My surname is Zhou, you can call me Old Zhou!"

The big shot responded with a smile.

Surname Zhou?

A lightning bolt flashed through Wan Ping'an's mind.

Confirmed!

No wonder he felt familiar!

The big shot in front of him was one of the great men he admired most.

In his previous life.

When he was born, the great man had long passed away, and because he was a small person, he had no chance to meet the great man.

In this life.

He had traveled through time, and he was still a small person.

If it weren't for the golden rice, he wouldn't have had the chance to meet the great man!

Confirming his identity, Wan Ping'an paid his respects!

"Old Zhou, eighteen hundred catties is just the minimum. If the field maintenance keeps up and there is no waste, I can guarantee a yield of two thousand catties per mu."

Wan Ping'an straightened his back.

Firm and decisive!

"Comrade Little Wan, do you know what you are saying?"

"Our rice, under normal circumstances, the yield per mu will not exceed six hundred catties, even in high-yield fields, at most it will not exceed eight hundred catties."

Old Zhou's expression was serious.

The food problem is a big problem, and no negligence is allowed.

"Old Zhou, I am willing to guarantee it with my head."

Wan Ping'an's expression was serious.

"It's not that serious."

"If your rice can guarantee a yield of eighteen hundred catties per mu, you have solved a big problem and can ensure that many people will no longer go hungry."

Old Zhou was very happy.

"Old Zhou, there is something that will make you even happier."

"The golden rice I grew doesn't just have a high yield."

"The requirements for the planting environment are very low, it doesn't need much water, it is resistant to diseases and pests, it is not easy to lodge, and it crushes other rice in all aspects."

Wan Ping'an dared to guarantee that what the system produces is absolutely high-quality!

Outside the door.

The crowd hadn't dispersed yet.

"Old He, the big shot's time is very precious."

"The big shot has been inside for half an hour and hasn't come out yet, which shows that he attaches great importance to Wan Ping'an. Could it be Wan Ping'an's relative?"