Song Qingyun smiled and said, "It's not too much. Our village has land, and the poor households in the village have a strong desire to get rid of poverty. Professor you have the technology and funds here. For example, we are like we are on a blind date, and we have a look at each other and hit it off."

"Who is on a blind date with you? What if I don't agree?" Baima snorted.

"How could you not agree? There is no reason not to agree." Song Qingyun deliberately pretended to be surprised.

Seeing his inappropriate appearance, Professor Bai leaned his body back and said leisurely: "Convince me."

Song Qingyun: "Professor, our village has a unique climate, suitable for fruit growth, and the fruits produced are of good quality. And there is land in the village, and the professor you have funds and skills here. A school wants to build an internship base? Wherever it is not, just put it, just put it in our village. In this way, if the base is available, our village can get rid of poverty. Isn't this a good thing to kill two birds with one stone? Professor, what's the reason for you to refuse? Let's do it. After the New Year, I will welcome the professor to take the students to inspect on behalf of Hongshi Village."

Baima: "You have arranged it for me. Who are you? The money belongs to the country and the school. I don't have the right to invest in your village."

This is quite rude.

If it were Song Qingyun, who had just left school a few years ago, was probably too thin to speak at this moment and would have to get up and say goodbye.

But after years of training, especially in the few months he went to Hongshi Village, he has developed a shameless face.

The reason why he was shy in the past was because he cared about his image in the eyes of others and was afraid that he would be laughed at by saying the wrong thing and doing the wrong thing.

Now I have figured it out that he is actually an ordinary person, a small cell in a social organization. Others don’t care about you at all, and you don’t have to care about what others think about you and see you.

As long as you feel it is right, do it.

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Professor, you are lying to others. I've found out that most of the money you have is the cooperation funds invested by the company to experiment with new varieties and obtain useful data. Wherever you invest, you will invest. With our relationship, the wealth will not flow to outsiders."

"Haha." Baima finally was rude: "You just got me out of the way. Yes, I have endless funds on hand every year, and they are sponsored by enterprises, and I also have the right to deal with them. The internship base is to cultivate new varieties for enterprises. The experimental internship base I have built in other places is often thousands of acres. How big is your Hongshi Village? What scale can it be? Is it meaningful?"

Song Qingyun: "This time we will pilot it in the poor households' places. If the results are good, we can promote it in the whole village!"

Baima: "I'm not interested in listening to your empty promises."

Song Qingyun advised again: "Professor, you know the climate and hydrology here. The west is a plateau with harsh natural conditions. The plains to the east are rainy and humid, which is not conducive to fruit growth. But our village is very strange. The typical dry and hot valley climate is not a natural laboratory, and you will be interested."

Baima shook his head: "When it comes to the climate of dry and hot river valleys, isn't Mizhou? There is also the ferry city next to Mizhou? After decades of development, it has become a fruit base in our province and even the entire southwest region. Isn't it good to put the internship base there and directly connect with fruit farmers and large agricultural groups? Why do you want to put it there? To be honest, Hongshi Village is too small and I don't like it."

Professor Bai pays tens of millions of scientific research funds from enterprises every year. With his position in the academic world, it is okay to get tens of millions of dollars. He really doesn't like Song Qingyun.

Seeing that the other person refused, Song Qingyun changed his mind and changed his mind.

He said sincerely: "Professor Bai, yes, yes, I understand what you mean. You are a respected scientist, with only careers in your eyes, everything starts from a scientific perspective. Science is sometimes cold, everything is spoken with numbers. Our Hongshi Village is indeed not attractive to you. However, scientists cannot be cold. What is the purpose of scientific research? Isn't it just to use science and technology as the primary productive force, promote social development, and make human life better?"

The white horse nodded: "Yes."

Song Qingyun: "Our Hongshi Village is hard, especially the poor households are hard! Their annual income per capita is only 3,000, and they are widowed and widowed, patients who have lost their labor, and disabled people. All their food rations have to come from the fields. People in their sixties and seventies still have to go to the fields to work, and no one cares about them if they are injured or sick. Some elderly people can't eat meat a few times a year, they are thin, and they are only over 90 pounds in size. As the first secretary, I am very ashamed and sad. By the way, when I was in the village, I happened to encounter drying millet. There was an old lady who died and had no children."

"The millet is drying, and the rain is coming. The millet cannot see rain. Once it is wet, it will sprout after it becomes hot. The harvest of the year is over. The old lady has no labor force. When the rain comes, she has no choice but to stand under the eaves and cry. That is her food for the next year."

"What should I do if the millet is wet? I had to boil the pot and dry it. But when I talked about this, the old lady cried again, and there was no coal at home."

Speaking of this, Song Qingyun's eyes turned red: "Professor Bai, this time I came here with the hope of more than 80 poor households in the village, and asked for your help. I think, isn't the ultimate goal of science for living individuals? Scientists cannot be iron-stone in their hearts."

But Baima said, "You are wrong. As a scientist, the ultimate meaning of the creatures I pursue. Today I don't care about humans. You go, it's useless to say anything."

"I hope you can think about my words again, Professor." Song Qingyun's eyes became redder, and he was really sad this time.

"You go, I'm going to take a shower." Baima opened the door and drove the guests away.

After coming out of the white horse, Song Qingyun felt sad and helpless.

This first-class scientist is so fucked that he has no human feelings, he is not a human being. So what can you do if you put the experimental base there? That is, more than one million, what will you lose to you?

Yes, yes, more than one million is nothing to you, but what has changed is the fate of more than 80 people!

Song Qingyun thought he was very smart after thinking about his shame, and his lobbying skills were full, but it was useless for Baima.

He was depressed, so naturally he was afraid that things would not be done.

But if you just go home like this, how can you face the elders and villagers of Hongshi Village?

He had to walk towards the hotel in a depressed manner, and he didn't care. He would take a rest for one night and then find a way tomorrow.

I couldn't walk for a long time, but I met Mei Yong again.

"Hello, senior brother." Mei Yong was riding a bicycle.

"Junior sister, where are you going?"

"Go home, by the way, senior brother, have you found the teacher?" Mei Yong replied that she was from the provincial capital and was about to go home. It is because of this that she was admitted to Professor Bai, and she wanted to go home conveniently.

"I've been looking for it, I've been chatting for a while, I'm very happy." Song Qingyun suddenly remembered something and couldn't help asking: "By the way, junior sister, you seem to be afraid of the teacher. You took me to his house just now, why did you scare me like that and knock down your bicycle?"

Mei Yong looked puzzled and asked, "Senior Brother, why are you still asking this question? Didn't the teacher ask you to practice boxing with him? As long as we have been his students, who can escape?"

"Practice boxing with him and be a human sandbag? Junior sister, have you played with the teacher?" Song Qingyun thought of the body like a white horse tower, and then looked at Mei Yong's rocker softly brushing the willows, and was shocked.

Lao Bai punched him, but he didn't beat him twice?

Mei Yong hurriedly said, "Senior brother, it's not what you imagined. When we girls practice boxing with the teacher, we fight and the teacher hides, saying that we need to practice dodging steps. I... am so scared..."

While Song Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, he felt funny again.

Mei Yong has high myopia and it is difficult to walk. He doesn’t have the strength in his hand, so it is difficult to walk. Baima, you even ask someone to box.

It is conceivable that Mei Yong will be exhausted and sweating profusely for one minute after waving her fists. How funny the scene is.

Song Qingyun: "I haven't seen the teacher for many years, so he is embarrassed to let him accompany him to practice boxing."

"Senior brother, haven't you escaped a great disaster? We're in trouble. We have to practice with him twice a week." Mei Yong was filled with pain.

She said that every time she practiced boxing, her hands were so trembling that she couldn't hold the chopsticks, and she couldn't recover in just a few days. As soon as she got better, the teacher asked her to put on her boxing gloves, saying that his students must have a strong body and a barbaric spirit.

It was so painful for Mei Yong to meet such a mentor. Every time she saw Baima, she was so scared that her face turned pale and she kept shaking.

Song Qingyun was surprised and asked, "Does there be no boxing club in the school? The teacher wants to practice boxing, but there are many boxing gyms outside, so why are you afraid that you won't be able to find someone?"

Mei Yong said that the teacher is old and no one dares to fight him, for fear of being able to get over it and not be able to afford it. There is no way, so he can only force the students to practice with him.

Song Qingyun: "Yes, I don't think of my muscles and bones as my ability. People who are over fifty or sixty are now in trouble, and they can't make a big problem if they punch one punch. Now the medical expenses are expensive, and the cost of mental loss and work is often tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Isn't the old man's hobby harmful to others?"

When he returned to the hotel, he sat in depression for a long time. Song Qingyun did not think of a way to convince Baima. It would definitely not work if he went back empty-handed. He stayed for a few days for the time being and wasted his time with the old man.

Before it became dark and hungry, Song Qingyun called several classmates in the provincial capital and asked if anyone would invite them to dinner, everyone would get together, and have a few plates of werewolf killing tonight.

A classmate of a wealthy student took all the expenses and said, "You guy is thinking about coming to see us." I'll set a seat immediately. Come here quickly."

At this time, Song Qingyun remembered that his car was driven away by Du Limei. Without a car, it was quite inconvenient to move. Besides, Boss Du was just an unreliable person. He drove around and knew what kind of stall he would set up.

Even if something happens, it will be troublesome to encounter a traffic police fine and deduct points.

I hurriedly called: "Lao Du, where are you, what are you doing when driving my car?"

Du Limei laughed and said, "Secretary Song, what's wrong with driving your car? I'm busy now. I'm going to pay you back tomorrow. Don't be stingy!"

Song Qingyun: "Are you asking me if I'm borrowing a car? Is it not appropriate for you to take it without suing it? Lao Du, that's not what I did."

Du Limei paused: "Secretary Song, don't be anxious. I really have urgent matters now and can't leave. In this way, I will drive the car to the hotel after I finish my work."

Song Qingyun's heart moved, remembered something, and immediately refused: "Are you with the two women I met on the road? No, you can return the car right away?"

Du Limei laughed: "Secretary Song, you guessed it right. I really had dinner with those two beauties. I made an appointment to go to Longquan Mountain to watch the meteor shower. There will be Andromeda meteor shower tonight, which is very rare. It doesn't matter whether the meteor is a meteor. The key is that there are two beauties. Otherwise, Secretary Song, come here and I will share one for you. Anyway, you and I are unmarried, legal."

Song Qingyun's face turned blue with anger, and finally couldn't help but squirt: "Du Limei, do you think I am? I warn you not to mess around in the car, otherwise I will be polite and return the car immediately."

This old man's personal life is really too unpredictable.

"Okay, Secretary Song, don't be angry." Du Limei on the other end said with a smile: "You have to ask me to finish the meal, right? Is it rude to the two beauties just leaving now?"

Song Qingyun had no choice: "Okay, I'm going to have a meal too. I'll send you an address at that time."

I finally met my classmates who I haven’t seen for a few years, so I was naturally very happy.

At the beginning, Song Qingyun couldn't help but refuse, but in the end he had to be filled with beer by everyone.

He couldn't drive after drinking, so he didn't urge Du Limi to leave a message saying that he would drive the car to the hotel and put the keys on the front desk.

I went to the teahouse to run a group with everyone.

When my intentions were not over, I returned to the hotel and the car didn't drive over.

Videos of Song Qingyun and Du Limei.

Boss Du smiled and said he had fun and forgot. It was too late now. I would go to college to find you tomorrow morning.

In the video, two female literary youths held Du Limi's arms on the left and the other held the can of beer and gave Song Qingyun a cheering position.

Durimei sang loudly at the starry night sky: "The journey of the sun and the moon is like it is like it is like it is like it is like it is like it is like it is like it is like it is like it is like it is like it is fortunate, and she sings to express her aspirations."

Two female literary youths said "mua" to Lao Du's face.

Song Qingyun was speechless. The man surnamed Du was just a liar... No, the old man Wuxing.

Compared to Secretary Xiao Song's lobbying skills, Boss Du's love skill tree is full of spots.

Song Qingyun was very disgusted!

It seems that I won’t be able to get back the car today, so Song Qingyun doesn’t say much.

He suddenly thought that he had heard on the road during the day that the chicken plague was very serious recently, and the eggs had risen by more than five yuan. This was a good thing for Chen Xin, but the risks had quietly come.

This matter is not careless. Song Qingyun quickly dialed Liu Yonghua's number and told him about it. He also asked how many chickens there were in the village besides the five thousand Chen Xin's family.

Liu Yonghua was startled and replied that every household in the village raises chickens and ducks, and on average, each household has six or seven, most of them eat by themselves. As for the poor households, they rely on these native chickens to save salt and MSG money. If the chickens are killed by the plague, how can they survive? Secretary Song, what do you think about this?

Song Qingyun: "Tomorrow, the village committees will come back to buy some disinfectant water and spray it everywhere in the village. In addition, let everyone put the chickens in a cage. The key to this is to prevent imports from outside. Chickens from other places cannot be allowed to run away from our village and bring the virus in."

Liu Yonghua said: "Don't worry, our village is so poor that it doesn't even come, let alone chickens."
Chapter completed!