Chapter 220

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

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

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

As soon as the big shot entered, 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 looked like 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 reflected glory!

"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'm certain that in front of him, even the steel mill's manager is not worth mentioning!"

He Daqing nodded.

He was happiest that Yi Zhonghai was in trouble.

Shazhu was too close to Yi Zhonghai and was too influenced by him.

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

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 even higher than he guessed.

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

He Daqing didn't know either.

In Wan Ping'an's house.

The big shot and Wan Ping'an both sat down; Qin Huairu 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, he had explained it carefully to Wan Ping'an; it would take some time to go through the formal review process, it wouldn't be that fast!

"Yes!"

"Huairu, go get a bowl."

Wan Ping'an nodded with a smile.

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

Qin Huairu 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 rice.

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

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to believe that these golden fragments, just like gold, were actually 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 Huairu stated firmly.

Her and Wan Ping'an's staple food had long been changed to golden rice; a bowl steamed was golden and fragrant, making one very appetizing.

"How about we steam some rice now?"

Qin Huairu 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 wasn't surprised at all.

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

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 flash of lightning crossed 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 since passed away, and as a small person, he had no chance to meet the great man.

In this life.

He had transmigrated, 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 either!

Confirming his identity, Wan Ping'an felt a sense of awe!

"Old Zhou, eighteen hundred catties is just the minimum; if the field maintenance keeps up and there's no waste, I 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're saying?"

"Our rice, under normal circumstances, does not exceed six hundred catties per mu, and even in high-yield fields, it doesn't exceed eight hundred catties at most."

Old Zhou's expression was serious.

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

"Old Zhou, I am willing to bet my head on it."

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've solved a big problem and can ensure many people won't go hungry anymore."

Old Zhou was very happy.

"Old Zhou, there's something else that will make you even happier."

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

"The planting environment requirements are very low, it doesn't need much water, it's disease-resistant, pest-resistant, doesn't lodge easily, and crushes other rice in all aspects."

Wan Ping'an could guarantee that anything produced by the system is absolutely top-notch!

Outside the door.

The crowd hadn't dispersed yet.

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

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