Everyone considered her a lucky star that drew fortune; without the seeds she provided, could their Xiaxi Commune have become famous?
Without the thousand silk hemp sprouting, how could the wasteland of their Xiaxi Commune have had the honor of becoming directly managed experimental fields by the provincial city?
They knew this was a great honor.
Crowded around Qiao Qingyu, their dark faces bore sincere smiles. In their hearts, they saw no possibility that Qiao Qingyu would disagree.
They didn't even entertain the notion.
They felt certain that Qiao Qingyu must feel as honored, proud, and glorious as they did.
What could Qiao Qingyu say to these people? She managed a forced smile at them before quickly heading toward the meeting room.
She wanted to kick the door open, but the door of the meeting room was too flimsy and probably wouldn't survive a single kick.
