Since Zhao Guang said so, he might as well believe him for now, seeing as he couldn't solve the problem himself.
Really, spending so much money to hire scientific researchers and giving them so much equipment, yet they can't even solve a small problem—Liu Jiayin thought about it and felt frustrated.
Unfortunately, he wasn't an expert in the field and couldn't understand all their technical jargon.
"I see, then just give me twenty for now."
"Only twenty? You're not planning to breed just a few, are you?"
Liu Jiayin rolled his eyes, "What do you know? I've chosen to do this to protect our breeding pigs. Since only five pigs have problems, we just need to control the breeding grounds for those five pigs."
"As for the rest, we will dispatch them directly from these breeding bases. The first generation of bread pigs will be our main breed, and they won't die from obesity. As for degeneration, isn't that even better?"
Better, huh? Thinking about it, it seems so.
