Qiao Qingyu tightened her grip on the bicycle handle as her heart inexplicably sank.
He Xiuyu seemed not to notice Qiao Qingyu's small gesture, his eyes glinting with a smile as he slowly said, "Once they arrive, the thousand silk hemp and barley grass seeds will just be ripe."
"You mean to let them cultivate these seeds?"
He Xiuyu lowered his eyes to look at Qiao Qingyu, his voice still leisurely, "Little Qiao, your laboratory can serve as the original seed cultivation center, and a breeding center can be established at the base as well. The regulations here will remain unchanged. What do you think?"
Qiao Qingyu's mind raced, feeling that He Xiuyu had thought everything through very thoroughly.
