Names: Uncle Zhao Mengsheng, Father-in-law Pei Yihong

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent instantly.

The high-ranking officials present had spent years studying their careers and political achievements, focusing their lives on GDP, urban construction, and industrial revenue. None of them expected that a small soybean seed could hold such profound knowledge, even involving the foundation of people's livelihood and food security.

Guo Changyi looked ahead and sighed, "In my life, I have traveled all over the country to implement scientific research projects. Every province has opened its doors to me, but I was turned away in Handong."

"If it weren't for Tongwei's sake, and for the sake of the tens of millions of farmers in Handong Province, I would never have set foot in Handong in my entire life."

Liu Changsheng's face was cold and indifferent; he had already made up his mind.

Tian Guofu has been completely blacklisted.

We will never see each other again.

Li Dakang pursed his lips, somewhat annoyed.

And that damned Tian Guofu!

If this breeding project had been successfully implemented in Lincheng back then, the GDP would definitely have reached a new level, and Lincheng might have become the soybean capital of Handong.

If you don't handle things well, you can become a member of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee ahead of schedule.

It's all because Tian Guofu messed things up that he got himself into trouble.

Wang Qixin quickly stepped forward to break the awkward silence.

He scratched his head and said, "Teacher Guo, leaders, let me tell you an interesting story about our breeding team."

We spend all our time in the greenhouse, looking at soybean seedlings every day. Outsiders joke that we PhDs have spent all our studies on farming and now we're out in the fields every day 'planting crops and weeding'..."

Although it wasn't that funny, it instantly broke the awkward atmosphere.

Guo Changyi said calmly, "Comrades, I have long since let go of the knot in my heart."

So many years have passed, and the old stories have been turned over.

The reason I'm bringing this up again isn't to dwell on the past, but because I'm annoyed by some officials who are solely focused on political achievements, short-sighted, and have hindered local development and harmed the livelihoods of farmers.

The past is gone with the wind, and the knot in my heart has been untied.

After saying that, Guo Changyi turned and walked into the greenhouse, his eyes falling on the thriving soybean seedlings. "Comrades, come and take a look."

Once inside the greenhouse, there were no leaders, only comrades.

He gently stroked the emerald green leaves. "This is our team's latest research and development of a highly resistant and high-yielding soybean variety. It is drought-resistant, disease-resistant, and suitable for the soil in the Handong Mountains. Its yield is 20% higher than that of ordinary varieties. Once it is widely promoted, our farmers will benefit."

Qi Tongwei, Liu Changsheng, Gao Yuliang, and Li Dakang listened very attentively.

Qi Tongwei looked up and spoke loudly towards the audience.

"Reporter Fan, come here for a moment. Let us take a picture."

Upon hearing the sound, Fan Jiahui immediately went into the greenhouse, camera in hand.

"Governor Qi, I've arrived."

Qi Tongwei waved his hand, "Mr. Guo is here today, could you help me take a group photo to keep as a record?"

Fan Jiahui nodded in agreement and quickly adjusted the camera.

Guo Changyi stood in the center, with Liu Changsheng, Gao Yuliang, Qi Tongwei, and Li Dakang standing on either side in turn.

The shutter clicked softly, and the image was captured.

The day.

Jingzhou Times, Lincheng TV, Handong TV and other media outlets simultaneously broadcast the news written by Fan Jiahui, focusing on the important news that Guo Changyi, a national treasure-level breeding expert, came to Qijia Village to empower the upgrading of Handong agriculture.

Major short video and new media platforms quickly reposted it, and the topic rapidly rose to the top of local trending searches.

People's Daily Online, Guangming Online, and other mainstream media outlets across the country also reposted it.

The comment section exploded instantly, with netizens discussing it heatedly.

[Professor Guo's arrival in Handong is poised to take off the soybean industry!]

Grandpa Yuan manages rice, Grandpa Guo manages soybeans; they are both pillars of the nation!

Previously, Handong only focused on industry and neglected agriculture, but now they've finally realized the importance of industry!

Four Nine Cities.

Zhao Lichun watched the evening news on Handong TV.

In the picture, the soybean breeding greenhouses in Qijia Village are lush and green.

Guo Changyi stood in the center, while Liu Changsheng, Gao Yuliang, Qi Tongwei, Li Dakang, and other senior executives of Handong Group posed for a group photo, the shot dignified.

Zhao Lichun leaned back on the sofa, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.

Guo, the soybean grower, has gone to Handong; this is a positive sign.

Li Dakang?

impossible.

Gao Yuliang?

Less likely.

Governor Liu?

Unlikely.

Then it can only be Qi Tongwei.

After smoking a cigarette, he picked up the landline and dialed Gao Yuliang's cell phone.

"Yuliang, I saw the news. Professor Guo Changyi went to Handong."

Gao Yuliang's respectful and composed voice came through the receiver.

"Old leader, it's absolutely true. Mr. Guo personally led the team to conduct on-site inspections, which will subsequently help upgrade the agricultural industry in Handong."

During dinner, Professor Guo mentioned he had a major work to share, which would be revealed tomorrow.

"Hmm." Zhao Lichun responded calmly, without any extra emotion. "Yuliang, you and Dakang should cooperate well. He's a national treasure-level expert, so we can't neglect him."

He hung up the phone after a few simple words.

Although it is far away in Beijing.

Every move Han Dong makes still tugs at his heartstrings.

I made a phone call.

A short while later, a man and a woman arrived.

They are Zhao Xiaohui and Zhao Ruilong.

Zhao Xiaohui has a calm and composed demeanor.

Zhao Ruilong, dressed in a red suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, followed his second sister Zhao Xiaohui in a nonchalant manner, still displaying the carefree and irresponsible air of a spoiled brat.

The two entered the study one after the other and stood quietly in front of the desk.

Zhao Lichun raised his chin and pointed to the computer screen. "You two, look at the news yourselves. Guo Changyi, a national treasure-level soybean breeding expert, didn't go to any of the major developed provinces in the country, but instead went to Qijia Village in Handong. What does that say? And this Qi Tongwei is no ordinary person."

Zhao Ruilong was taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled dismissively.

"Dad, what's so strange about that? I know Qi Tongwei well; he was my platoon leader when I was in the army."

Zhao Lichun's pupils contracted slightly, and he leaned forward a little. "Ruilong, what did you say? He's your old platoon leader?"

"Yeah, we're old acquaintances." Zhao Ruilong shrugged, his tone flippant.

"Back in the army, he was just average, about the same level as me. He was rigid and inflexible. Who would have thought that after retiring from the army, he would go to Handong and become the executive vice governor?"

Zhao Lichun concealed the surprise in his eyes, his expression quickly returning to seriousness. "Xiao Hui, Ruilong, or someone you know well. You two siblings, set off immediately for Handong."

A hint of resentment flashed across Zhao Ruilong's eyes as he complained, "Dad, to tell you the truth..."

"If you hadn't needed someone to take the blame back then, and I hadn't taken the fall for your drunk driving incident, ruining my career, I would at least be a department-level official, or maybe even a vice-provincial-level official. Why would I have had to travel all the way to Handong to be treated like this?"

These words struck a nerve with Zhao Lichun.

In officialdom, it is most taboo to dredge up old grievances, especially tainted past mistakes.

Zhao Lichun's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he ripped off the leather belt from his waist.

Snapped!

The belt lashed out at Zhao Ruilong.

"You bastard! I told you to keep your drunk driving a secret, but you insisted on bringing it up. Are you looking for trouble?!"

Zhao Ruilong instantly lost his previous arrogance, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground. "Dad! I was wrong! I'll never mention it again! Please calm down!"