Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1357, Section 1344: Please, Sir, Go to Your Death

"Isn't that enough?"

Luo Yihang smiled too.

Smiling, he picked up his phone and flipped to another document.

Have you read these papers? There are eight papers in total, but they are all from a few years ago. The new papers have not yet been published.

John Carver shook his head in confusion.

"what is this?"

Luo Yihang's expression was extremely exaggerated. "You guys are really cut from the same cloth! There was a Boeing whistleblower in the news these past few days who was forced to commit suicide. After this happened, the Boeing president, who has been in office for more than three years, only went into the Boeing factory for the first time. You guys really never go down to the front line!"

John Carver scoffed dismissively, shook his head, and sighed, "Luo, you really don't understand how this world works. A person's energy is limited. As a leader, you must learn to delegate professional tasks to professionals. Only in this way can you put your limited energy into the infinite contemplation of the future."

Luo Yihang gave a disdainful snort, shook his head and sighed, "What can a leader do if he doesn't even pay attention to his own core competitiveness?"

John's perspective is "top-down." Standing at the top of the pyramid, he views businesses and operations as pieces on a chessboard, pursuing the maximization of portfolio, transaction, and financial returns.

Luo Yihang's perspective is "bottom-up." He views the company as a tree he planted himself, with its core competitiveness being its roots. He believes that only by deeply rooting itself in the soil can a tree flourish.

John Carver is concerned with returns, valuation, and market share; Luo Yihang is concerned with technological barriers, product quality, and user experience.

This is a typical conflict between financial thinking and industrial thinking.

In the current context.

Luo Yihang possesses core technologies that can change the world, and his confidence stems from his "core competitiveness" that cannot be outsourced.

John's disdain revealed his inability to comprehend the pride and power of this "creator".

This is a contradiction that stems from a fundamental inability to understand each other.

The two stared at each other for a long time, like bulls locked in a fight.

Finally, old John couldn't hold out any longer and gave in, taking the initiative to speak, "Luo, what kind of help can these so-called 'techniques' you've mentioned?"

Luo Yihang chuckled lightly, "'So-called' technology? You guys clearly started out with technology, yet you look down on technology itself. Let me tell you, this is the kind of technology that can bankrupt your plans."

Before Old John could ask any further questions, Luo Yihang immediately explained, "This is a technology that can quickly treat saline-alkali land. my country has 200 million mu of saline-alkali land. If this land is treated into farmland and soybeans are planted, is there any need for your soybean industry to exist? It will cut off your roots."

John Carver adjusted his glasses and asked in return, "What is an acre? Can it be converted to metric area?"

Luo Yihang said "mu" directly using pinyin, which Old John didn't understand.

Luo Yihang couldn't help but shake his head. Sigh, those who do agricultural business don't even know that their biggest competitor, who is also their biggest customer, uses the same unit of measurement.

These people have been out of touch with the world for too long.

"One mu is 667 square meters." Luo Yihang sighed and gave him another lesson in basics.

John Carver opened his little notebook and frowned as he did some calculations.

His brow relaxed, and he smiled, “Not enough. Two hundred million… ‘mu’, that’s only thirteen million hectares. If the East wants to be self-sufficient in soybeans, it needs at least sixty million hectares of land.”

At this point, John Carver paused, then smiled broadly and spread his hands, "Besides, this technology requires a huge investment, or perhaps a long preparation time..."

He's pretty good at arithmetic.

Sixty million hectares is equivalent to nine hundred million mu.

Luo Yihang's data is 8.65 million mu, which is not much different.

However, this shows that when Old John and his team reported a yield of 127 kilograms per acre, that was in 2018, several years ago.

Soybean yields are steadily increasing, reaching 133 kilograms per unit area this year.

Sigh, although there is improvement, the growth is really slow. Soybeans are a worrying thing.

However, it is possible to utilize...

Upon hearing this, Luo Yihang burst into laughter, shaking his head as he laughed.

Old John was laughing so hard he was freaked out.

"Luo, what are you laughing at?"

Luo Yihang pointed at him and said, "I'm laughing at you for showing off an old almanac to me."

John Carver didn't understand what the Chinese almanac was, but he understood the word "Old," meaning outdated or obsolete.

"Old data?" Old John asked rhetorically, his expression becoming noticeably serious.

Luo Yihang's eyes lit up and he immediately understood. Those of them who worked in finance spent their entire lives dealing with numbers and valued data the most.

How could you not panic when you suddenly hear that the data is wrong?

That's what makes you spend all your time contemplating the future from your ivory tower.

You don't even know that the so-called "professionals" you're dealing with are faking things.

It's definitely a makeshift operation.

Old John's words were initially cryptic, mentioning God, the rules governing the world, and even a secret organization.

It looks so high-end.

Luo Yihang was quite worried.

Looking at it now, it's all a complete rip-off, and all my worries are gone.

But I didn't intend to answer.

He immediately revealed his trump card: "If soybeans yield 400 kilograms per mu, do you think that's enough?"

"Four hundred kilograms?" Old John continued to ask.

Without waiting for Luo Yihang's reply, she immediately began calculating.

Seeing the numbers made me gasp.

If the yield is 400 kilograms per mu, and the annual consumption in Dongfang is 1.15 million tons, then only 2.87 million mu of land would be needed.

The 200 million mu of saline-alkali land, plus the existing 120 million mu, is enough.

His data is also wrong; the actual planting area is already 1.55 million mu, and it has grown rapidly in the past two years.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! North America, Argentina, and Brazil, even with a combined production of only two hundred kilograms, how could you possibly reach four hundred kilograms!"

Mathematics is really good; I just mentioned it, and it even calculated the yield per acre.

Luo Yihang snorted coldly, "I have Breeding 4.0, I have pea shoots with a yield of 6,000 kilograms per mu, I have potatoes with a yield of 11,000 kilograms per mu, I have rubber with a yield of 300 kilograms per mu, so why do you think I haven't cultivated soybeans with a yield of 400 kilograms per mu?"

Although they hadn't actually cultivated soybeans, Old John didn't know that, and Luo Yihang was both unreasonable and arrogant.
These words sent a shiver down Old John's spine.

At that moment, sweat was pouring down my forehead.

He wasn't sure.

Breeding 4.0—the technology they've been longing for for over a decade.

It just so happens to have fallen into the hands of this Easterner.

I feel so angry just thinking about it.

They were the ones who proposed the concept of Breeding 4.0.

They know best what power this technology has.

If it weren't for the lack of electricity, data centers, computing power, and talent, especially STEM talent...

It's all the fault of young people who are so unambitious. All the bright ones go to study law, and all the math geniuses go to study finance, all single-mindedly trying to get into investment banking.

Otherwise, it would have been the turn of Easterners to develop this technology first.

John Carver fumed inwardly for a long time.

But then I thought about it.

He relaxed again, wagged his finger and laughed, "NONONO, Luo, don't lie to me. Even if you have new soybean varieties, you can't meet the planting needs of tens of millions of hectares in a short time. Crops need time to mature."

"According to Eastern laws, a new crop, even an improved variety, needs to be planted for two to three years before it can be promoted."

Luo Yihang readily admitted to this.

“You’re right, but my goal isn’t to grow all the soybeans myself. I just need to let others know that I have these technologies.”

Upon hearing this, Old John seemed to sense something but couldn't quite grasp it, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Luo Yihang shook his head. "Sigh, you're supposed to be in finance, and you don't even know that finance is all about confidence?"

"You just want soybean futures prices to go up, right? Every time you raise prices, I'll play a card: intercropping techniques, saline-alkali land management, high-yield soybean varieties—I have plenty of cards to play."

"Throwing them away one by one, again and again, shattering your confidence, how can you expect prices to rise?" "Don't tell me you plan to artificially inflate prices yourself, absorbing all the soybean production and storing it in warehouses?"

"You simply can't operate without the involvement of international speculators."

"Maybe if I throw out a few cards and make it look like I'm producing everything myself, the soybean futures price will drop even further. After all, farmers don't want to run out of orders from the East in the future..."

This is Luo Yihang's true purpose.

John Carver's face darkened after hearing this, and he began to breathe heavily.

With a furrowed brow, he racked his brains for a solution.

Luo Yihang didn't give him the time to play and threw out another card.

"When you sell seeds, you also bundle them with all sorts of random packages, trying to squeeze every penny out of the farmers."

“I can also sell seeds, without any strings attached, and at a lower price than you. What do you have to compete with me?”

“I can even sell the technology for just one dollar. Anyone who wants to buy it can have it. It’s nothing more than hybridizing a few varieties. It’s not difficult at all. I can even breed a variety that can be saved for its own seeds. I don’t even need to buy the seeds.”

"Not just soybeans, but also corn, cotton, wheat, rapeseed, citrus... I can do it all. I'll make whichever sells well."

I'll cut off your roots!

That's a royal flush!

Old John was blown to pieces, his face alternating between black and white, and he swayed as he pointed at Luo Yihang: "You! You! You can't do this! You're challenging the whole world, you're going against the world!"

"Pah!" Luo Yihang slapped his hand away, pointed his finger at his nose, and cursed, "Why do you think you're the world? Who gave you the right to represent the world? Why can't I do the same? I'm more technologically advanced than you, so I'll suppress you. If you're not happy, then so be it. We don't intend to control world agriculture. Killing you all is the greatest good we can do for the world!"

No one had ever pointed at him and cursed him like that to his face before.

Old John was completely stunned by the scolding.

"you you……"

After stammering for a while, he finally managed to say, "You want to be our enemy..."

"We've been enemies for a long time. If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll kill you right now," Luo Yihang cursed again.

Old John was so angry.

He stood up abruptly, turned around, and left.

They didn't even say goodbye.

He's a grown man, yet he has absolutely no manners.

Luo Yihang tapped the table and calmly said, "Did I say you could leave?"

John Carver stopped and turned around. "Luo, I don't think we need to continue this conversation."

“I think we still have a lot to talk about.” Luo Yihang looked at him calmly. “You’ve seen the files on my phone, and now I suspect you’re a spy.”

John Carver laughed in anger, "You're going to arrest me? I thought the East was a country ruled by law."

Luo Yihang smiled and nodded. "When you were killing me, why didn't you think about the rule of law?"

John Carver remained unmoved upon hearing this, saying, "I don't understand what you mean."

Luo Yihang ignored him, pointed at Old John, then at his feet, and said, "Let's have someone else talk to you. You, stay here and go to jail."

John Carver cursed inwardly, "Damn it, if you can't do it, don't do it. Now you've got something on your hands. Sigh, you're not going anywhere without bleeding some blood."

Shaking his head, he walked back and sat down opposite Luo Yihang again, saying in a deep voice, "You don't follow the rules."

Luo Yihang smiled and replied solemnly, "I follow the rules, your rules. That Alstom executive who spent five years in jail, and Meng, weren't they all your doing?"

Old John didn't say anything.

After a moment of silence, he argued, "We didn't do it."

Luo Yihang waved his hand, "I don't care, I have no interest in arguing. It's long-arm jurisdiction, why can you do it but I can't? If Kou can go, so can I."

With that, he stretched out his hand, "Please, sir, go to your death."

John Carver was terrified.

Luo Yihang's words contained too many allusions, which he couldn't understand, but he understood the word "death."

"You're going to kill me?"

Luo Yihang sighed. "It's terrible to be uneducated. He's quite a grown man and doesn't know how to study."

So Luo Yihang nodded and smiled, "You should be very familiar with this. You're so good at sending assassins, you must have done it a lot..."

John Carver broke out in a cold sweat.

He certainly did a lot.

Unexpected complications during heart surgery, hanging oneself with shoelaces in an unmonitored cell, and committing suicide by being shot eight times in the back.

These are all common tactics.

When using it himself, he elegantly watches his opponent vanish into thin air while holding a glass of red wine, mocking his own overestimation of his abilities.

Elegant and noble, how aristocratic!

But when he was about to be reduced to ashes...

It wouldn't be as elegant.
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"What do you want?" John Carver asked this time with much more candor.

"You should have said that earlier." Luo Yihang laughed heartily.

I counted them out for him one by one on my fingers.

"The Climate company, the Climate FieldView platform, everything from the technical data and people to even the toilet paper in the bathroom belongs to me."

“Domestically, give me all the shares of the top ten seed companies, such as Denghai and Yuannong, and get your people out.”

“CRISPR gene editing technology, I’ll pay you one dollar to buy it.”

"TAL effect transcription activator technology, I'll give you a dollar too."

“The phenotypic database that Bayer and Corteva are working on, doesn’t it claim to have more than 500,000 samples? I’ll give you a little more, two dollars, it’s mine.”

“ADM has a supply chain data analysis system that seems quite innovative. I'll give you two dollars to sell it to me.”

"I'm still being merciful. You'll be allowed to use these technologies for a fee. Let's tentatively set it at $500 million a year. Isn't that fair and reasonable...?"

Luo Yihang rattled off a long list of things: shares, technology, platform, and driving foreign capital out of the seed company so that those trapped "elders of the sect" could break free from their constraints.

I'll take everything that I can use.

This is called applying maximum pressure, a tactic that the American president loved to use.

Learning from advanced foreign technologies—using the barbarians' superior skills to control them—is not shameful.

After hearing Luo Yihang's conditions.

John Carver twisted his neck to the right and shouted, "This can't be! Kill me!"

Oh ho, you think you can be tough?
"You really disagree?" Luo Yihang asked softly.

John Carver continued to twist his neck and let out a cold snort.

But in my mind, I was counting down the seconds.

If Luo Yihang agrees within ten seconds, then we'll continue the discussion.

If he doesn't give in within ten seconds, then he'll give in first.

Asking for an exorbitant price and then negotiating the final price—that's a skill they're good at.

As for why it's ten seconds?

This concerns my old life, I dare not prolong it any longer. Anyway, I'm definitely not going to leave here alive without being skinned alive today.

John Carver was already mentally prepared.

result.

Luo Yihang didn't even wait ten seconds.

He spoke in just two seconds.

Clapping and laughing heartily, she exclaimed happily, "You disagree? That's great! We've agreed, don't agree!"

That laugh completely stumped Old John.

Pointing at Luo Yihang, "You, what else do you want to do..."

(End of this chapter)