In the office.
The fox apprentice, Jujube Cake, lay sprawling on the master's desk, belly up, eyes squinting, a face full of bliss.
Today, I didn't manage to scrounge a meal at the industrial park and returned to West University cafeteria instead for a carefree, satisfying meal!
"Ah, yes, I understand this."
Bai Mo sat on a chair nearby, on the phone with Professor Zhang.
On the other end of the line, Professor Zhang sighed deeply.
"...The scale of the Immortal Grass industry is growing, relying solely on our Immortal Committee is definitely unrealistic.
"Funding is not the main issue here.
"Speaking purely in terms of manpower, our organizational management skills aren't that strong.
"Furthermore, apart from Immortal Grass, there are several other avenues with related industries.
"Introducing civilian forces is a necessity.
"I just didn't expect that this force would have quite a bit of hidden intrigue."
Professor Zhang gave a wry smile.
Bai Mo also grinned.
