A new grain variety with a yield of a thousand catties per mu?
Yan Junyu looked at Mo Yan with a sardonic smile, a trace of surprise flickering through his narrow eyes.
This girl was indeed cunning, seemingly indifferent to fame and wealth, pushing this tremendous achievement onto him. In reality, however, she maximized her safety from any danger or disturbance and got him to owe her a big favor. He had to take care of everything, while she just needed to hide and peacefully count her silver.
She really was a crafty girl!
Although he couldn't resist the temptation of this big opportunity, he couldn't agree too readily either, lest the little girl became too complacent, right?
Thinking this, Yan Junyu leaned back lazily in his chair, a mischievous smile on his lips and a devilish gleam in his eyes as he casually regarded Mo Yan, saying languidly, "I always like to do things that are pleasing without effort. What you're asking for is really troubling me."
