Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 33 Green Storm (Please continue reading)

It had been a week since Luo Qing returned to his Wallfacer compound from Scandinavia, and once again, he emerged from his room disheveled.

The two young soldiers on guard duty were already used to it.

Luo Qing admitted that he might indeed lack some talent in cosmology and sociology; he was more suited to thinking about matters related to cultivation than these…

Lacking a God's-eye view and being a native of another world, he genuinely couldn't grasp the five principles Ye Wenjie (Luo Ji) had revealed to him in his dream in a short time.

But it doesn't matter, some people have already succeeded in attaining enlightenment.

Let Luo Ji handle whatever needs to be done. Just yesterday, Luo Ji sent him a message saying that Zhuang Yan and the baby had entered hibernation and that he needed to go back to work.

Luo Qing replied, "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of things if the sky falls."

As for the news that Hypatia had also gone into hibernation, Luo Ji mentioned it briefly, but Luo Qing didn't pay much attention to it.

Squinting at the sun at its highest point, Luo Qing could already vaguely feel a wave of heat.

"What's the date today?" he asked.

“It’s early May, and summer has already begun,” a young soldier replied.

Luo Qing nodded, his gaze casually falling on a can of beverage sitting on the windowsill.

I was feeling a bit thirsty.

Luo Qing casually snapped a picture; the aluminum can gleamed with a crystalline green light under the sunlight. Luo Qing unzipped the can, took a sip, and then his eyes lit up.

Whose drink is this?

"Mine," the young soldier said timidly, raising his hand.

"Where did you buy this? It tastes pretty good." Luo Qing was already tired of those sweet drinks mixed with artificial coloring, and the fresh, green aroma of this beverage almost overflowed from the bottle.

"It's sold everywhere on the main street, in the food street behind the compound, for 16 yuan a bottle."

"It's quite expensive." Luo Qing took out his phone, found the young soldier's name, withdrew 16 yuan, and sent it with the note "Drinking your beverage is part of the plan".

Sixteen yuan is definitely not cheap in this deflationary economic environment. Luo Qing calculated that the price of this bottle of green water is almost equivalent to a case of iced tea.

Looking at the packaging of the drink, which depicts a vast grassland with lush green grass and the name "Green Storm," Luo Qing smacked his lips and took another sip.

"The inventor of this drink, made by juicing grass, was a genius. Beverage manufacturers have finally learned not to add sugar to their drinks."

The original owner of the beverage said, "Professor Luo, I heard there's also a pure version of Green Storm on the market. Yours has added sugar, while the pure version has no added sugar and is more expensive, but I heard it doesn't sell well because it's too bitter. If you need it, Xiao Zhao and I will buy a few cases to keep on hand."

Luo Qing waved her hand: "I'll buy it myself, so don't bother me."

The young soldier added, "Actually, Green Storm's factory isn't far from here. I think the founder's name is Hu... Hu something?"

His companion across from him reminded him, "Hu Wen, Boss Hu."

"Yes, the founder is named Hu Wen. I heard he's not very old, having just graduated from Beihang University a few years ago, probably not even thirty yet. He's quite accomplished at a young age. I also heard he's a fan of Professor Luo. If you want to try some of the unreleased R&D products, you should just go find him."

A curious thought suddenly popped into Luo Qing's mind. He still had quite a few spiritual herbs commonly found in the cultivation world. Although they would become ordinary herbs if planted on Earth, these things might be quite good for juicing.
We can't just chew on grass leaves, or we'd become like cows.

Using spirit stones to grow herbs is too wasteful, and leaving them is also a waste. Since these spirit herbs can't be used to refine pills anyway, why not just juice them and try them?

When Luo Qing finally decided to get some herbal juice, he found himself standing at the entrance of Green Storm's factory. Like its drinks, the entire factory was filled with the smell of fresh grass, making Luo Qing feel like a sheep, with semi-trailers carrying packaged fresh grass driving into the factory every now and then.

The news of the Wallfacer's visit quickly stirred up the entire Green Storm factory. Employees even put up banners near the factory – "Welcome Mr. Luo Qing, the Wallfacer, to Green Storm for guidance!"

Having received the news from out of town, the chairman of Green Storm Group, the young and promising Mr. Hu, arrived in a whirlwind in an old Maybach.

"Professor Luo Qing! Sorry to keep you waiting. There's a bit of a traffic jam on the overpass, and it's raining too!"

"I've come uninvited, thank you for troubling you, Mr. Hu," Luo Qing said cheerfully.

"What trouble! I'm honored to have you here! I'm a fan of yours! A fan in every sense of the word." Hu Wen was clearly a very sociable person. He warmly guided the man who was facing the wall around the factory, introducing him to the factory's history and the company's development.

"Professor Luo, don't be fooled by the high price of Green Storm on the market right now. It's because the production costs are still relatively high and the technology is not yet mature. For example, filtering out harmful components from grass takes a lot of effort for us. However, the prospects are very good. In the future, we will definitely be able to bring the price down to the same level as Nutrition Express. You don't know, the boss of Huiyuan thinks I have a promising future and wants to buy my company. I'll go to hell with that. I hate these big factories that talk about acquisitions all the time."

Luo Qing was clearly uninterested in this kind of business struggle, or in those production machines.

He changed the subject: "Mr. Hu, you have a broad perspective. How did you come up with the brilliant idea of ​​juicing grass?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Wen quickly shook his head: "Professor Luo, to be honest, the idea of ​​the grass drink was not actually mine. I can't take credit for it."

Hu Wen continued, "The idea for this herbal drink was initially inspired by a college classmate of mine. This idea changed my life, but now, well, let's not talk about it."

Luo Qing twirled the emerald green grass leaves in the grass storage room, looking at the factory where people were working. He was wondering how many bottles of grass juice he could squeeze out from his little bit of spiritual grass, so he subconsciously hummed in agreement.

This "hmm" was clearly misunderstood by Hu Wen, who thought Luo Qing was very interested in the story, so he continued:
"That must have been during my freshman year of college. During a picnic at Miyun Reservoir, I stumbled upon a little-known classmate who was making his own grass drink by the lake—he crushed grass leaves, poured them into a bottle, and shook it. He explained a lot about his ideas for grass drinks to me... I didn't pay much attention at the time. Later, after graduation, I ran into several setbacks in my entrepreneurial ventures, and that's when I thought of this again."

"The result was that it suddenly became a hit. You know what, to put it nicely, I called it drawing inspiration from someone else, but to put it bluntly, wasn't I just stealing someone else's opportunity? Later, I felt guilty and contacted that classmate again through a few old classmates, but fate was unkind."

I found him too late. By the time I contacted him, he was already in the late stages of leukemia. I gave him three million, but it was too late.

This matter was clearly a thorn in Hu Wen's side: "I should have found him sooner. He has an older sister, and his family is not well-off. His sister is also a shrewd person. Chemotherapy almost emptied his family's savings. If I had thought of him two months earlier, his illness would not have progressed to an irreversible point. In the end, it was all caused by poverty."

Luo Qing also came to his senses and comforted him.

"The past is beyond my control, and the more I think about it, the more painful it becomes. It's all in the past now."

Hu Wen sighed deeply: "But many things are just hard to explain. We all graduated from Beihang University, and we were all top students. Even if we can't compare to Tsinghua and Peking University, we are still better than many others. Some of my classmates who graduated with me went to work as consultants at private rocket companies, some joined CNSA (China National Space Administration), some joined the Lunar Exploration Center, and some even went overseas to join NASA (National Space Administration of the United States). One of my female classmates even joined PIA (Planetary Defense Council Strategic Intelligence Agency)."

Even someone as useless as me became a capitalist, while he, who fell ill right after graduation, fought tooth and nail for a year and a half, and still died in the end. You can't defy fate. Sometimes I think I deserve to die. I should have never given him that three million; it gave him hope, but it still couldn't cure him. That's what's truly heartbreaking!

Luo Qing asked, "Three million, why didn't they go into hibernation?"

Hu Wen smiled wryly: "Professor Luo, hibernation technology only matured in the 7th year of the Crisis Era (2013), which was only the 4th year of the Crisis Era. Even if you had the money, there was nowhere to buy it."

"Too."

"But in a sense, he is actually better than all of us. After all, when we die, we can only be buried in the ground, but when he dies, he can go to space. This may be a comfort to us Beihang University graduates."

"Hmm?" Luo Qing suddenly became interested.

"You died and went to space? What's your classmate's name?"

“Yun Tianming,” Hu Wen said.

(End of this chapter)