"Zhou Dafu, you'd better grow these well. If the Watermelon Frost we make from them is effective, I can raise the price for you again next year."
Ji Qinglian was painting a pretty picture.
Zhou Dafu puffed out his chest and guaranteed, "Manager Ji, don't you worry. This is all good land. The Golden Beauty watermelons I grew before did great, so growing traditional black-rind watermelons will be no problem at all."
Ji Qinglian gazed at the watermelon field before him, his mind filled with grand visions.
He could almost see it: the Sanjin Watermelon Frost produced this fall would make a huge splash in the market, becoming a bestseller both at home and abroad.
When that time came, the company would surely reward him. A promotion and a raise were just around the corner!
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Sophie Company Headquarters.
The atmosphere in the general manager's office was heavy.
Ishii sat in his chair, his expression exceptionally grim as he stared intently at the sales report in front of him.
