Era: I was a farmer at the foot of Yaoling Mountain

My niece's name is Fang Tingting.

He explained his niece's situation in detail. The problem now is that her family can't contact her, and she hasn't been home for many years.

Sun Shili frowned immediately after hearing this, but still agreed to ask for help.

After dinner, Fang Wei and Pan Lianhua went for a stroll along Qianmen Street. They had already visited most of the tourist attractions in Beijing, so there was no point in going back; they figured they might as well just walk around the streets.

After dinner, the two returned to the hotel. Not long after entering their room, they received a call from Sun Shili.

"Secretary Fang, are you in your room?"

"I just got back, and I just washed my face when I received your call."

"Okay, wait for me inside, I'll come up now."

Less than ten minutes after hanging up the phone, Sun Shili knocked on the door and came in.

“Secretary Fang, your niece’s matter is quite troublesome. Her confidentiality level is very high, and I’ve asked several people to help me find out about her, but I still can’t. Later, the relevant authorities warned me, and I realized that I couldn’t ask any more questions about this matter.”

Sun Shili had probably already guessed the nature of Fang Tingting's work. He came over to remind Fang Wei not to get involved in the matter anymore.

Fang Wei nodded. His worries had indeed come true; the high level of secrecy explained everything.

"Okay, I understand. I will not inquire about her anymore."

“Secretary Fang, you don’t need to worry too much. Although her security clearance is very high, the danger she poses may not be that great. Alright, I won’t disturb your rest any longer. Goodbye.”

Sun Shili quickly took his leave, leaving Fang Wei and Pan Lianhua staring at each other in the room.

the next day.

The two bought train tickets and headed straight to Chenzhou, and then returned home.

They were very worried about Fang Tingting's situation, but at the same time they also felt a sense of pride.

The two went out and found that the rice transplanting work in all units had been completed. Large-scale cultivation of "Nanyu No. 1" hybrid corn seeds has begun on 60,000 mu of dry land in Qianjin Township, and high-yield seeds of other crops are also being cultivated.

The only difference is the quantity, which is entirely based on changes in market conditions.

After returning, Fang Wei handled official business for two days, and then prepared to send Sun Daoren up the mountain.

"Old Sun, how about we leave tomorrow?"

“Sure, I’ve already made all the arrangements here and I can leave anytime.”

Master Sun nodded. He planned to stay longer this time and return to the village before the Dragon Boat Festival.

the next day.

Fang Wei drove Sun Daoren back to the Sanqing Temple. The two got out of the car and were shocked by the bustling scene of incense offerings.

Sanqing Temple was always bustling, but never like this. From the mountain gate, it was packed with people. The steps leading up the mountain were overflowing with people. If it weren't for the people maintaining order, there might not even be a place to put your feet.

"Third brother, let's drive the car to the back of the mountain."

The congestion started at the mountain gate, and it was mostly people going up the mountain. How could Master Sun have the strength to squeeze with them?

So the two got back into the car and prepared to drive up the mountain road.

They hadn't gone far when they were stopped by a railing. Someone came over and said, "Vehicles are not allowed on the mountain. You can park your car in the parking lot over there."

"Comrade, we have business at Sanqing Temple, we are not tourists."

Fang Wei rolled down the car window and smiled as she explained to the person.

"Do you have a pass issued by Sanqing Temple? A pass from the scenic area management office will also be acceptable."

The man was probably a security guard, but he wasn't wearing a uniform. He was quite nice, speaking softly and patiently.

"No! Comrade, this is Master Sun. All the Taoist priests at Sanqing Temple are his disciples and grand-disciples. I dare not speak carelessly about such things. You can find out by asking."

Fang Wei calmly explained to the other party that they definitely wouldn't let them pass if she didn't make things clear.

The other person looked hesitant and thought for a while before going over and lifting the railing.

"Go on up, but remember to ask the temple for a pass later, otherwise it will be difficult for us to do anything."

"Okay, thanks."

Fang Wei thanked the person, then tossed a pack of cigarettes out the car window before stepping on the gas and driving onto the winding mountain road.

This road leads to the back mountain of Sanqing Temple. After getting off the bus, walk around a vegetable field to reach the back gate of the temple.

When they got to the back gate, they were stopped again. Although the gatekeeper was dressed as a Taoist priest, he did not recognize Fang Wei and Sun Daoren.

"This Master Sun is the abbot's master. If you can't make the decision, you'd better go ask him quickly, or the abbot might punish you."

The gatekeepers were stubborn; neither of them believed anything Fang Wei said.

Even the usually mild-mannered Master Sun was about to lose his temper when Fang Wei brought up the matter of the caning. One of his disciples ran back to inquire. When he returned, half of his face was swollen and red, and Master Sun's two disciples followed him in a flurry.

“Master, please forgive us! They have only been here for a short time and only know how to mechanically follow orders without understanding why they have caused you to suffer. We deserve to die.”

The two men ran over and knelt down with a thud. Sun Daoren didn't even lift his eyelids and walked straight in.

Fang Wei quickly smoothed things over, reaching out and bending down to help the two of them up.

"It's no wonder that Master Sun is so arrogant. He needed a pass to go up the mountain, and he told the boy his identity at the back gate, but the boy just wouldn't listen."

Fang Wei didn't say anything unnecessary. Sun Daoren's two disciples were no longer the poor and shabby people they used to be. Now, the two were dressed in bright clothes, had rosy complexions, and the jade pendants hanging at their waists were obviously not ordinary items.

The rice paddies on the back hill have been leveled, leaving only a small vegetable garden.

If these two guys weren't wearing Taoist robes, they would definitely be mistaken for big bosses if they walked outside.

"We're sorry, Secretary Fang, we were wrong. Please put in a good word for us with our master."

They deserve not only to be scolded but also to be beaten. In the past two years, the temple has become increasingly prosperous, and the two of them have gradually become obsessed with money.

Who was Sun Daoren? He was a truly virtuous person; he could tell what kind of person this guy was just by looking at him. Otherwise, why would he get angry over someone blocking his way to the river?

They then followed Fang Wei into the Taoist temple with their heads down, where they were severely reprimanded by Master Sun.

“Starting tomorrow, you must get rid of all those money-making schemes. This is a Taoist temple passed down from our ancestors, not a place to make petty profits.”

Master Sun was furious. Look at what the Taoist temple has become!

The two apprentices didn't dare to utter a sound, but kept looking at Xiang Fangwei, secretly asking him for help.

Fang Wei pretended not to see it. These two lads needed to be taught a lesson, otherwise they might really rebel against the Heavenly Gang and do something even bigger.

"Third brother, go get the paddle and give him a good beating!"

Sun Daoren then told Fang Wei to get a board, and gave the two of them a good beating.

Fortunately, the two disciples did not dare to resist from beginning to end. They were beaten and kept apologizing to Master Sun.

Fang Wei then spoke up to persuade Master Sun to calm down, and then told his two disciples to leave and come back to pay their respects to their master later.

He held back quite a bit when he struck; he didn't use much force at all. At most, he'll leave some red marks, which will be fine by tomorrow.

"Sigh, in this world, everything is about money. I hope they don't go too far."

After his two disciples left, the angry expression on Sun Daoren's face immediately disappeared.

He knew perfectly well that the other party was cultivating in the secular world. Besides, even the renowned Shaolin Temple was setting up a company. How could his two unruly disciples resist the temptation of money?

He only hoped that both sides would restrain themselves in the future, and never thought that they would repent.

"This is all thanks to your good intentions, Elder Sun! They're alright, at least they've kept a vegetable garden. In fact, with the current financial resources of Sanqing Temple, there's no need for them to grow vegetables themselves."

Fang Wei nodded. Sun Daoren saw things clearly, so he didn't need to say much more.

Later, he had lunch at the temple and then drove away. Before leaving, he asked two of Master Sun's disciples for a stack of travel permits, which would make it much easier for him to come back in the future.

The next day.

Fang Weiyi arrived at the office early in the morning and had just brewed a pot of tea when Cai Tong called.

"Secretary, Xin Kaiqi suddenly announced that they will launch their third-generation corn seeds this summer. It seems like they've been injected with adrenaline! This pace is way too fast!"

“New Cage and the international giants behind it are following the genetically modified technology route. In fact, this technology is not as simple as it seems on the surface. The fact that they can innovate so quickly means that they must have adopted a strategy of small steps and rapid progress.”

Cai Tong is a little unaccustomed to the rapid pace of updates and replacements at the new Cage.

Fang Wei didn't think much of it. The so-called "generation X" was just a bluff. In reality, they were just using a constantly improving solution, which couldn't be considered a true innovation.

For example, according to the latest data released by NewCage on third-generation corn, the yield per mu is still less than 2000 jin. What's the use of other fancy data?

For example, Fang Wei felt that the other party had exaggerated the resistance, because this data was not easy to verify.

"In that case, there's no need to worry too much, Party Secretary. When will our [Nanyu No. 1] hybrid corn be publicly released for sale, along with the data?"

"No need to rush. Let's stick to the same old approach: announce it suddenly when it's almost here and then put it on the market immediately."

Fang Wei doesn't like gimmicks. Marketing tactics can't solve everything. Let New Kaiqi be smug for a few days first, and then we'll deal with it directly later.

This season's "Nanyu No. 1" corn seeds will be ready for harvest around the Dragon Boat Festival. They can then be sold directly on the market, which will be more effective than the other company's marketing tactics.

The two then ended the call, and Fang Wei thought for a moment before bursting into laughter.

This new Cage is also quite interesting. Despite being proven wrong time and time again, it doesn't change its ways and continues to relentlessly launch so-called improved corn varieties.

The recent dramatic fluctuations in soybean prices indicate that someone is eyeing soybeans, and it's obvious that their real target is soybeans.

New Cage is now adopting a stance of challenging Yaoling Agriculture to a duel over corn, but the international giants actually have much bigger ambitions; they want to control edible oil, grains, and feed in the mainland. (End of Chapter)