Chapter 163: Agricultural Technology Station

Chen Hong's tsundere attitude excited Yang Qing.

Don't even mention it—your salary now matches the mid‑upper level of our institute.

But this salary of yours is okay, right?

You won't be sued, will you?

Chen Hong said confidently.

Everything is being carried out according to the standards you set, and it has been approved by the Jiedao and the district.

Besides, if we lose money, I also have to bear thirty percent of the responsibility; now that we're making money, what's wrong with me taking a bit more?

She took this money with a clear conscience.

Yang Qing thought for a moment, then probed.

Or why don't you transfer again to Professor Chen's side?

To avoid others being jealous.

Chen Hong turned her head, grabbed his ear, and said solemnly.

I disagree; I've worked hard all along, only to end up doing someone else's dowry.

Besides, I also like staying with those little cats and dogs.

As for that agricultural technology station you mentioned, whoever wants to go can go; if no one goes, let Professor Chen come himself.

Anyway, he's already familiar with our Jiedao.

Yang Qing grinned and begged for mercy.

Fine, fine, fine—I'll listen to you; just take the lead.

Working someone to the bone really isn't good.

Only then did Chen Hong release her ear.

They went straight home and closed the door.

Only then did Chen Hong ask.

Yang Qing, tell me the truth—you care so much about Jiedao affairs; are you plotting something?

She stared suspiciously at Yang Qing's eyes.

Now, anyone in his place would have noticed the problem.

A shelf of vegetables can be said to be for consolidating Chen Hong's position and improving Yang Qing's image.

Then this step‑by‑step scheming, with the stall expanding ever larger, is no longer so simple.

Because for Yang Qing, doing this brings him absolutely no benefit.

Yang Qing felt a little guilty under Chen Hong's stare, but forced himself to stay calm.

What else could it be? Isn't it because of Sun Hongqi's words?

This way, if anyone wants to move against me, they'll have to consider my contributions first.

Chen Hong also knows Sun Hongqi's words, but she thinks they shouldn't be like that.

With an old lady holding the fort for you, what are you afraid of?

Yang Qing said, his mood a bit low.

Old lady, how much longer do we have?

Her son's death brought her too much pain, even giving her a death wish at one point.

If it weren't for Chen Hong and Yang Qing, the old lady might not even make it through this year.

Chen Hong also understood Yang Qing's meaning.

Are you afraid I can't protect you?

Yang Qing rolled his eyes; in sixty‑six years, you might still be implicated.

Not to mention protecting me.

My parents here are always a potential danger.

You should know what my parents being on WanDao means to me.

After all, everything is just our speculation; nobody knows the exact situation.

Moreover, after so long, who knows whether they've completely abandoned this place and chosen to stay there?

I can't entrust my fate to that couple.

They've already abandoned me once; doing it again wouldn't be a big deal.

The air felt a little heavy; Chen Hong hadn't expected that Yang Qing's series of changes was actually because of this.

She also hadn't realized that Yang Qing's psyche had been bearing such a heavy burden.

What is this, she thought, recalling the village's former dog that wagged its tail and begged at the sight of anyone.

No matter how it tried to ingratiate itself with the villagers, in the famine year it still ended up in their stomachs.

And the person who killed it was once the very one it most tried to please and trusted.

What is Yang Qing doing—boosting his presence? Trying to curry favor with some people?

What will his ultimate fate be?

Will he, in the famine year, become a stepping stone for others?

Is it useful?

Yang Qing shook his head.

I don't know.

The couple suddenly fell silent.

Even as life improved, the gloom over their heads could not be dispelled.

In the end, Chen Hong still proposed to Director Wang to hand over the breeding center.

Director Wang frowned and looked at Chen Hong.

"Just opening another agricultural technology station in our Jiedao, you don't need to hand over the breeding center."

"You should know that because of the family farm matter, you've already been promoted."

"If you get promoted again, how will others look?"

"As for the agricultural technology station, let someone else handle it; after all, everyone should have a chance to perform."

Chen Hong smiled, trying to curry favor with Director Wang.

"I'm not afraid that nobody will do it, am I?"

"This is an extension of the family farm; the investment is not small, and the effects are slow to show."

"If you replace it with an impatient person, things will only get worse."

"After all, the planting boxes aren't cheap either, and our Jiedao can't issue bonds again."

Aunt Wang knew that what Chen Hong said made sense.

But Chen Hong was too enthusiastic, a bit out of touch with the masses.

This is not good; it plants a hidden danger for her future career.

If it's her, if she went to another place, she would be squeezed out.

"Don't say anything yet; let me go to the district office first, then we'll talk when I'm back."

Director Wang quickly went to see the District Chief.

Because of the family farm matter, the District Chief is now very courteous toward Director Wang.

These are all achievements, and indeed they have been affirmed by the superiors.

Even the concepts of vegetable garden city, fruit and vegetable city, orchard city, garden city, and forest city proposed by Yang Qing have been incorporated into the future urban planning outline.

The breeding center run by Hongxing Jiedao even became famous in one battle at the granary, becoming a long-term partner of the granary.

It made an important contribution to the Four Pests eradication campaign.

"Director Wang, your gracious presence—is there something good again?"

Aunt Wang took out Yang Qing's proposal.

Upon looking, the District Chief saw a feasibility report on artificial mushroom cultivation and winter fresh vegetable supply.

The proposer was Chen Xueshen, a talent who played an important role in promoting the family farm.

The District Chief is no fool; the more he looked, the more he felt it was highly feasible.

"This report is well written—winter green vegetable supply."

"This is a concept proposed by foreign talent."

"This artificial mushroom cultivation is also a technology being vigorously developed in Ouluoba and little Japan."

"This idea is good; it fills our current gap."

(Greenhouse vegetables were only promoted after the petrochemical industry was vigorously developed, roughly in the 1970s-80s. In the 1960s, our petrochemical technology was still very poor, and output was low; even flowerpots, most were enamel pots, and the production cost of plastic was still high.)

"This Chen Xueshen is really a talent."

Director Wang interrupted his praise.

"You really think all this was done by Chen Xueshen?"

The District Chief was puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

Director Wang pointed at the document.

"That was written by Yang Qing; I only just realized it."

"The previous ones were also written by Yang Qing."

"During this time, I've heard people from our Jiedao say that Yang Qing is a genius, self-taught."

The District Chief dared not believe it, looking at the document.

"Can self-study achieve this level? His writing is not bad."

Director Wang then took out the document about the family farm and the breeding center.

The two were compared.

The first document's handwriting is a bit ugly; the second, about the breeding center, already has some form; the third, about the agricultural technology station, already has substance.

This pace of progress is indeed somewhat frightening.