Living like a salted fish in the end times

Chapter 291 Professor Chen's Decision
"Then I suggest you buy bonds! The federation and our mainland have a relationship that both prospers and loses. It is not so easy to fall."

"Okay, then I'll buy bonds."

Fang Zhigang said simply.

Zhang Hao nodded, and asked casually, "By the way, Lao Fang, do you have enough food for your family?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. Our company pays you very well. There are benefits during the New Year and holidays. In addition, Aunt Li will send me some dried vegetables and pickles from time to time. The family has stockpiled hundreds of catties of food, so I won't be hungry for the time being."

Fang Zhigang couldn't help saying happily.

At such a critical juncture, he was lucky enough to still have such a good job. The salary was better than that of ordinary official employees.

He didn't even want to change him with a section chief.

"If you have the chance, try to stock up as much as you can! I'm afraid the days ahead will not be so easy."

Zhang Hao exhorted carefully.

Fang Zhigang hurriedly asked: "Mr. Zhang, is there going to be a big war in the Middle East?"

"Well, the war is only one of the factors. Even if there is no war, life in the future may not be much better. The billions of people in the Federation are definitely not so easy to feed." Zhang Hao explained.

The consequences of ecological collapse are unimaginable to the general public. Unless key technologies are broken through, with the current productivity, we can only tighten our belts and live a full life.

"When will this day end?" Fang Zhigang couldn't help sighing, "I heard from my mother-in-law that this month's food stamps are less than last month, although it is only a few tens of grams less, but this It's getting less and less every month, it's like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, it's too uncomfortable."

"Can the monthly food stamps be enough?"

Zhang Hao took the opportunity to ask.

"It's hard, but if you're willing to go to the black market to exchange for some more coarse grains, you'll barely have to go hungry, but it's just not nutritious, just cheating your stomach.

The neighbor next door to ours has a very fat daughter who weighs about 200 catties. They used to worry about losing weight every day, but now they don’t do anything. The good guy dropped to over 120 catties. "

Fang Zhigang replied.

Zhang Hao smiled, and then asked, "Coarse grains? What kind of coarse grains are there in the market?"

"Mainly soybean meal and sweet potato dregs."

"What is sweet potato dregs?"

Zhang Hao couldn't help being a little curious.

Soybean meal can be understood, after all, the breeding industry has collapsed, and there are still a lot of stocks in the official hands; but what the hell is this sweet potato dregs?Isn't sweet potato eaten directly?

Fang Zhigang quickly explained: "Mr. Zhang, sweet potatoes are perishable and extremely instable, and a considerable part of them will be made into sweet potato flour.

Sweet potato residue is a by-product of making sweet potato flour. It is not nutritious. It used to be fed to pigs, but the price is very affordable. Usually, one catty of rice can be exchanged for six to seven catties of sweet potato residue. It is quite good for cooking porridge. "

Zhang Hao suddenly realized that this thing is of the same nature as rice bran and wheat bran, it can fill the stomach, it is better than bellflower and sawdust, but it is only limited to this.

"Old Fang, I think you can stock up on more of these sweet potato residues. In case of a famine one day, it can be used in an emergency. Even if you don't eat it yourself, you can still make a difference."

"Zhang Dong, you mean that the price of sweet potato dregs will increase in the future?" Fang Zhigang's eyes lit up.

Everyone else in the car also looked sideways.

Zhang Hao nodded: "That's for sure. You have never encountered a real famine. On that day, three catties will be exchanged for one catty, and there will be people rushing for it."

This is the daily life he experienced in his dream.

Fang Zhigang glanced at Zhang Hao in surprise, why did the big boss's words sound a bit awkward?Make the other party seem to have experienced a great famine?

This is obviously impossible.

There hasn't been a famine in the mainland for half a century since the end of the Civil War.

"Cough..." Seeing doubts on the faces of several people, Zhang Hao casually made up a reason: "I have been in Africa for a while, and I have seen many similar situations."

Fang Zhigang knew that the big boss had traveled all over the world before starting his business, but he didn't doubt it.

"Mr. Zhang, then I'll go to the black market to search for goods when I get back. I'm afraid that even the sweet potato dregs will be robbed now."

"It's not urgent. After a while, it's not too late to stock up." Zhang Hao waved his hand.

……

After more than an hour, Zhang Hao and his party finally arrived at the gate of Nantan Primary School before school was over.

Although there are wars outside and panic buying inside, everything in the school remains the same and has not been affected.

Seeing their own car, the Big Pudding brothers rushed over immediately: "Dad, Dad..."

Zhang Hao heard the cry and quickly opened the car door.

After Little Pudding got into the car, he didn't see his grandpa, so he hurriedly asked, "Dad, where's grandpa?"

Zhang Hao casually helped his sons unload their schoolbags:

"Grandpa has to work overtime tonight, so he won't be back until later."

"Oh, Dad, I want to call Grandpa."

Little Pudding stretched out his right hand.

Zhang Hao pinched his younger son's face, shook his head and explained: "The phone has no signal, so I can't make calls."

"Okay then! Dad, our school will hold a football match next week, and my eldest brother and I have signed up."

Although the Middle East is at war, it has not affected the progress of the World Cup at all. The group stage has come to an end, and the local teams have successfully advanced as they wished.

However, the degree of attention has been significantly reduced a lot.

"Really, it's awesome! When you get home, Dad will accompany you to practice your football skills. Let's try to score more goals in the game, shall we?"

The two little guys are a little overweight recently, Zhang Hao wants to take this opportunity to take the two brothers to exercise more.

Little Pudding nodded excitedly: "Okay, Dad, you are the goalkeeper. I want to score a hundred goals."

"I'm going to score a hundred."

Big Pudding followed suit.

"Okay, you two kick a hundred each."

Zhang Hao touched the heads of his sons one by one.

As soon as they got home, the twins couldn't wait to change their uniforms. Zhang Hao went into the kitchen and told about Dad's overtime work, and Li Dajuan babbled subconsciously.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Hao took his sons to the football field in the yard. The football field was built just a few days ago. It is an empty field with a football goal.

There is no lawn and no markings on the ground.

Yang Huaqing stood by the court, cheering for the father and son.

Halfway through the kick, Zhang Jiayi came over.

Zhang Hao asked his sons to rest for 10 minutes, while he took his second sister to the side.

"Second sister, what do you want from me?"

"It's about the feed factory. The situation in the Middle East is unclear. Many raw material suppliers have lost contact. The feed factory probably won't be able to continue. What are your plans?"

Zhang Jiayi got straight to the point.

Even without this war, the feed factory would not last long. On the one hand, the supply of goods is getting less and less; on the other hand, there are many competitors, and most of them have official backgrounds, so they cannot compete at all.

"Currently, how much stock does the feed factory have in total?"

"About 300 million tons."

The original planned output was more than 6000 million tons, but it is a pity that the plan could not keep up with the changes, and now only one-third of it has been completed, which is somewhat regrettable.

But having said that, if the production continues like this, the factory area will almost be overwhelmed, and a branch factory must be built.

Zhang Hao nodded: "It's not too little, save some, it's enough for decades."

"Decades? It will all be rotten in a few years." Zhang Jiayi shook her head.

"Don't worry, the climate will get colder and colder in the future. Don't be afraid of rot. It's really not good. You can ask people to dig a few big holes and bury them all in the ground. The humus soil can also raise earthworms."

Zhang Hao didn't take it seriously.

This is even better, in case of a major famine, it will also save the official diseases from going to the doctor.

It is best not to eat these dead fish and rotten shrimps, so as to avoid all kinds of troubles.

Zhang Jiayi rolled her eyes, and immediately said in a bad mood: "This is more than 2000 million tons, not 2000 tons. Do you know what million tons is? Where are we going to dig such a big hole?"

"Forget it if it doesn't work, let's continue to stack it in the open air! But you must pay attention to fire safety, don't let me burn it, I will die of distress."

Zhang Hao took the opportunity to remind.

"Understood." Zhang Jiayi nodded, "Don't worry, the factory is next door to Nantan Port, there is a special fire station, even if there is a fire, it will be extinguished immediately."

"Don't take it lightly." Zhang Hao paused, and then ordered: "Since the factory has stopped production, then transfer all redundant employees to the security department, and give me 24-hour round-the-clock patrol. Make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Is it necessary? That's thousands of people?"

Zhang Jiayi was taken aback.

"I think it's necessary. I'll do the math for you. These 300 million tons of feed are worth at least 2000 billion. How much is that labor wage? At most million a year, not even a fraction... "

"2000 billion? Do you really dare to think?"

"Where did I make a mistake?"

Zhang Jiayi gave a wry smile: "The government has already restricted the price of feed to death. If we can make two or three times the profit, it will be considered good."

"Which private farms? They should be willing to pay high prices?" Zhang Hao frowned.

Zhang Jiayi shook her head again: "Don't think about it. Since the beginning of the year, the government has suddenly tightened the policy and directly took away the foreign sales rights of the feed factory. In the future, the feed can only be sold to the government."

"I do not know how?"

"I remember writing a report specially for you, haven't you read it?"

"Cough, maybe I forgot."

Zhang Hao touched his nose in embarrassment.

Out of trust in his family, when he usually signs, he usually just glances at it casually, and skips all official policy documents.

"Okay, it doesn't matter whether you see it or not. We can't oppose this matter even if we want to." Zhang Jiayi sighed, and then changed the subject: "I have an idea about the disposal plan of the feed factory."

"What idea?" Zhang Hao asked along the way.

"I want to merge it into an earthworm breeding company. The policy is changing at any time. I'm afraid that one day we will have to apply to the relevant department even for our own use."

Although the feed factory and earthworm breeding factory belong to Haotian Group, they are independent subsidiaries after all.

"I agree, you can figure it out!"

Zhang Hao had no reason to object.

Zhang Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief: "You just agree, I will go through the relevant procedures as soon as possible, do you have anything else to say this time?"

"I only have one request, and that is not to dismiss any employees. After all, it is not easy to find a job now, and our family cannot do such immoral things."

"Think about it yourself. According to your approach, the merged earthworm breeding company will most likely suffer losses." Zhang Jiayi reminded.

Zhang Hao turned his head and glanced at his wife and children, and said indifferently: "If you lose, you will lose. Just treat it as a merit for my little padded jacket. Besides, maybe in a few years, it is unknown whether Haotian Group can keep it."

"Who did you hear that from?" Zhang Jiayi turned pale with shock.

"I didn't hear anyone say it." Zhang Hao waved his hand, "These are all my own guesses. The civil war has already broken out. Once the economy is fully transformed into a wartime economy, whatever happens is possible."

"Scare me a lot. Don't scare yourself. History has proven that public ownership has both advantages and disadvantages. It is absolutely impossible to make one size fits all. It is best to complement each other."

Zhang Jiayi quickly comforted her.

"I hope so!"

Zhang Hao didn't take these words to heart.

Under the general trend, regardless of whether it is reasonable or not, survival is the first choice.

……

At the same time, Professor Chen, who was far away in Europa, not only did not have the idea of ​​leaving, but postponed his return plan and planned to stay for a while.

Although the war broke out, Europa's side was generally calm, and there were no large-scale panic buying or fleeing waves.

This is mainly due to three reasons:

First of all, Europa is a bit far away from the Middle East, and the war will not reach here for the time being;

Secondly, the frontline military information has been transmitted back, as the winning side, it greatly offsets the panic;
In the end, the climate in Europa was too cold, and most of the families had to move into the basement, which undoubtedly greatly increased the sense of security.

Even if there is a war on the mainland, they are not afraid of being bombed.

On this day, Professor Chen took the train for two full days to go to the home of a Nobel Prize winner, who had once rejected his invitation.

However, with the outbreak of the war, unexpectedly, the other party changed his mind.

After leaving the train station, assistant Zhu Tao suggested:
"Professor Chen, should we find a hotel and rest for a day?"

Although the two-day and two-night train is a sleeper, it is not affordable for ordinary people, especially Professor Chen, who is very old and needs to slow down.

Professor Chen waved his hand, his tired face couldn't hide his excitement: "No, it's not too late, let's go to Oxford University quickly! Professor Andre finally changed his mind, we can't miss this opportunity."

Andre Heimno is the winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics. He has studied graphene for more than 20 years and is one of the top scientists in the Federation.

Ten minutes later, the two got into a taxi.

Compared to a super metropolis like Fog City, Oxford is at best a small city with a population of less than . The streets are deserted and there are hardly any pedestrians to be seen.

On the way, Professor Chen took the initiative to chat with the driver in order to inquire about the situation here.

The driver's name is Mickey, who used to be a logistics worker at Oxford University. Now he is unemployed at home and earns a meager income by driving a taxi.

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