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For the next few days, the Uyghur girl walked a little awkwardly. When the female doctor saw it, she couldn't help but glare at Chen Mu, and Chen Mu could only laugh back.
Mr. Cheng, who had disappeared for a few days, returned from Muqi City and returned to the capital with his daughter-in-law.
¡°Both the old man and Zhang Ning are public officials, and their positions are quite important, so they cannot take too long a vacation. It is said that this time they are treated as special treatment.
Cheng Zijun and his wife were reluctant to leave at the airport. Zhang Ning agreed to come back at the end of the year. By then, Cheng Zijun's big villa should have been built. She would bring her children over and stay with Cheng Zijun in Pakistan. The river celebrates the new year.
Neither Mr. Cheng nor Chen Mu wanted to talk to this pair of idiots, so they walked aside to talk.
Mr. Cheng always felt that Chen Mu was in a good situation. As long as he kept working hard, someone like the old man might appear again, so he specially told Chen Mu: "Work hard, you are doing a good job now." , many people¡¯s eyes have already fallen on you. You may not realize it yet, but when you encounter problems or difficulties, don¡¯t give up easily. You can go to the leaders of the public sector and discuss a solution. Even if the public I can¡¯t help you, but I can at least provide you with policy support.¡±
To put it bluntly, the man¡¯s thighs are thick, so he needs to hug them tightly
Chen Mu understood what Mr. Cheng meant and had been doing so, so after hearing this, he immediately nodded to express his understanding.
A few days after Mr. Cheng and Zhang Ning left, the new season of rice was about to be transplanted and planted.
Because of the experience from the previous season, Chen Mu and the others were much more calm this time. Everyone arranged their work in an orderly manner. Although the fields were tripled, they had free time.
Most of the work can be done by machines, and the farmers hired on the farm can also handle things well. Chen Mu, the Uyghur girl, and the researchers from the Muya Research Institute don¡¯t have to watch the whole process, and everything happens all at once. It's become much simpler.
When the new season of rice was being transplanted, Quji Cidan from Tibet came to Muya Forest Farm again.
This was the first time Chen Mu saw this Tibetan. When the Tibetan came before, he was received by a female doctor and a Uyghur girl. He was not present at the time, so he didn't really meet him until this time.
"Hello, Comrade Qu Ji Cidan, I am Chen Mu, the general manager of Muya Forestry."
Chen Mu introduced himself in fairly standard Tibetan.
Because of his climb to Mount Khogri, he spent more than two months with a Tibetan tour guide and learned a little bit of Tibetan, which was a good time to show off.
Once Qu Jici heard the local accent coming from Chen Mu¡¯s mouth, he was really happy. He opened his mouth to reveal his row of yellow teeth, smiled, and then mumbled a string of Tibetan words.
This time, Chen Mu was blinded.
He only knows a few limited words, and when people talk to him seriously, he becomes timid on the spot.
Quji Cidan had known Chen Mu and knew that Chen Mu had been to Mount Qiaogli to climb the mountain, and that the tour guide company he used was founded by Tibetan people, so he thought that Chen Mu knew some Tibetan.
Who would have thought that this person was just a showman. Seeing Chen Mu's embarrassed look, he immediately felt embarrassed. He smiled and took the initiative to switch back to the Xiayu channel: "Hello, Comrade Chen Mu, thank you for your company's support of our work. Thank you. When you have cultivated Sophora acacia that is suitable for our planting, the leaders of our Tibetan Environmental Protection Association were very happy and asked me to rush over immediately and buy your seedlings back."
Chen Mu nodded: "Comrade Qu Ji Cidan, you are welcome. We have actually been trying to cultivate the seedlings at this time, otherwise we will have to wait until next year to plant them."
It has just entered September and the weather is not too cold yet. It is just right for Qu Jicidan to transport the seedlings of Sophora esculentum back to plant.
Otherwise, after October, the weather will get colder. If the seedlings cannot take root deeply in the soil, they will easily die and become white seeds.
After the two sides exchanged a few pleasantries, Chen Mu and the Uyghur girl led the Tibetans to the nursery to see the Sophora japonica they had cultivated.
"Comrade Qu Ji Cidan, look, this is the Sophora japonica we cultivated.
This batch contains about 500,000 plants. Although the quantity is not large, you can take it back and try it first. If the effect is good, you can continue to order from us next year.
Although the seedlings are still very small and some of the plant characteristics are not obvious yet, you can take a closer look and see that our Sophora pseudoacaciaensis has many root nodes and stem nodes, which is conducive to the resurrection and regeneration of Sophora pseudoacaciaensis. This should?Adapt to your growing environment"
Chen Mu accompanied his friends from Tibet to visit the Sophora acacia seedlings nursery, and introduced them to the benefits of Sophora acacia. In short, he was a solid product promoter.
After listening to Chen Mu¡¯s story, Tibetan friends were very satisfied and felt that these sand-growing locust trees in Muya might really be able to help them solve the problem of desertification here.
Of course, satisfaction is satisfaction, and everything will be better at a lower price, so Qu Ji Cidan started to ask about the price: "Mr. Chen, I don't know how to sell your Sophora argyi? How much does it cost per plant?"
Chen Mu directly extended his finger: "If you want all of these 500,000 plants, it will cost you one dollar each."
"One piece?"
Before Quji Cidan could say anything, the eyes of another Tibetan next to him could not help but widen.
Chen Mu glanced at the man and remembered that Quji Cidan had introduced him to him just now. He seemed to be a buyer from their Tibetan Environmental Protection Association, and his name seemed to be Dangna Cairen.
He ignored the man and continued: "That's right, it's only one dollar per plant. If you can't get the 500,000 plants, then the price of these Sophora acacia trees will be one dollar per plant."
When Party member Cairen heard this, he couldn't help it again: "Mr. Chen, are your seedlings a bit expensive? A normal Sophora japonica cost only 30 cents if you buy more than 3,000 plants. You only have one piece, but you still need half a million of them. This this is really too expensive."
"This is the price our Sophora argyi is sold for."
Chen Mu spread his hands with a helpless expression, and then explained to Quji Cidan sincerely: "Comrade Quji Cidan, our Sophora acacia was cultivated using our most advanced cultivation technology. The special seedlings are already applying for patents, and it is expected that they will be successfully applied for patents in the National Patent Office soon.
We have put a lot of effort into this Sophora japonica, so I can tell you very responsibly that it is worth the price.
Moreover, our Sophora acacia is completely different from the ordinary Sophora japonica. According to the environmental conditions in Zhuangba that you have described to us before, our Sophora japonica is very suitable for you, as long as you buy it and plant it. Yes, we will know the effect soon. We are very confident at this point. Now it¡¯s up to you to decide. "(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com