Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

"Moreover, Yanshan is closer to us, and relief supplies can be delivered in half a day. We should prioritize allocating food, cotton-padded clothing, and medical teams—half of the food from Hebei should be diverted to Yanshan first!"

"Bullshit!"

In Hebei, 1.3 million people are submerged in floodwaters. The torrential rains have not stopped for the past two days, and all their stored food has been washed away. They don't even have a place to start a fire and cook. They are just waiting for relief food and cooked food to keep them alive.

You're intercepting their grain now? Those people over there are ordinary citizens too; can you bear to see them drowning? Supplies can't be lacking, and cooked food needs to be increased—there's nowhere to cook in this torrential rain, and they can't eat the raw food if we send it over!"

"The Yanshan area has coal, cotton quilts, and grain. 1.2 million mouths are waiting to be fed every day. If there's one less day, people will starve to death! Those veteran miners have mined coal for the country their whole lives, and now we're letting them starve and freeze to death? You people from Hebei are human beings, but the people from the Yanshan area aren't?"

"Even if you put all our logistics department comrades on the hot seat, we still couldn't conjure up that much grain! We need cooked food, we need processed grain, and this is all the grain we can mobilize right now! Unless we get grain from the Northeast and Sichuan, but that would take at least ten days to half a month—by the time the grain arrives, it'll be too late!"

"So you mean you only care about Yanshan and ignore Hebei? Just watch 1.3 million disaster-stricken people starve to death in the floodwaters?"

"So you mean you want those veteran miners who shed blood and sweat for the country in Yanshan to starve to death? Where's your conscience?"

Inside the meeting hall, the parties argued heatedly, some slamming their fists on the table, others shouting, and still others throwing documents, all arguing fiercely over the supply of grain and how to cover their own financial losses.

The marshal had been working through the night for three consecutive nights, his eyes were bloodshot, and a few more white hairs had appeared at his temples overnight.

He had just stood up, bracing himself against the edge of the table, about to say something, when suddenly everything went black and he fell straight backward.

"Oh no! The marshal is dead!"

The hall immediately descended into chaos.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Quickly, get him onto the sofa! And hurry, the accompanying doctor, come take a look!"

"This is bad! Marshal's symptoms suggest either a stroke or a heart attack. He needs immediate emergency surgery!"

"Please bring the best doctor! Please bring Comrade Su Wanqing!"

"Comrade Su is not here today—she's out!"

"Where did you go?"

"It seems they went to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences! Quickly send someone to the Academy to bring them over!"

……

……

Su Wanqing made a rare effort to take time out today to meet with Grandpa Shen Monong.

These days, both Mr. Sun and Wang Ling's conditions have greatly improved. They can now open their eyes and slowly get out of bed to walk while holding onto the wall.

Her core mission is almost complete. She'll wrap things up in the next couple of days, then head home and start planning her trip abroad to freeload.

The only pressing matter now is to find some ways to earn merit points—if she really can't raise enough, she plans to exchange the two techniques worth 20,000 merit points each from the space shop today and hand them in to see how much she can get back after contributing.

The worst thing is that after submitting the documents, we have to wait for the settlement—if the settlement is immediate, that's fine, but if it's late, we won't be able to buy the smart pills for our three kids!

In the past two days, she has also upgraded all the supplies she got for free from the granary to ten times their value, and then another ten times.

The assets lying in this space today are staggering: nine million tons of refined snowflake flour, four and a half million tons of refined rice, and nine hundred thousand tons of soybeans.

Nine thousand tons of frozen pork and twenty-seven thousand tons of Chinese cabbage—these two items are still stuck and haven't been upgraded or increased tenfold again, mainly because the uncertainty of free upgrades is too great. She doesn't dare to imagine what would happen if all nine thousand tons of pork were upgraded into pork meatballs or roasted pig's trotters.

Let's leave it for now and talk about it when we need it.

Upon seeing her, Shen Monong slapped his thigh and grabbed her arm, dragging her forward: "You've finally found some free time! Come on, come on, the organization is holding a national breeding exchange conference today, experts from all provinces are here, there's no time to go into details—Old Liu, who transferred you back to Bincheng as vice president, is also waiting for you inside!"

Before Su Wanqing could even exchange a few polite words, she was pulled away. She thought to herself that this was a good thing. She had been on temporary assignment here for so long but hadn't really made an appearance yet. It would be a good opportunity to take out the new items in her space and show them off, and see how many merit points she could earn.

Incidentally, we can also plan to plant fruits and vegetables on the barren mountains surrounding the capital, killing two birds with one stone.

But as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the venue, they were stopped by two women wearing red armbands.

The leader, with a stern face and a harsh, cold tone, said, "Halt! This is a confidential meeting of the ministry. Only experts with official invitations are allowed in. No unauthorized personnel are permitted."

Shen Monong quickly pulled out his work ID. "This is my ID, is it okay? As for this comrade—"

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, realizing that today's meeting was a top-secret meeting and he hadn't applied for a seat for Su Wanqing beforehand. He immediately slapped his forehead in panic.

"She is the seed provider for the high-yield, premium corn that will be showcased at today's meeting, and also a contributor to high-yield alfalfa! She is Comrade Su Wanqing, and she also holds a temporary position in our institute—"

Before Elder Shen could finish speaking, Su Wanqing calmly handed over her specially appointed researcher certificate and smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, comrade, I've been on temporary assignment for so long, and I'm only now finding the time to report for duty."

The leading woman took the documents, glanced at them, and a slight, mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips as she said in a sarcastic tone:

"Oh my, so you're the one who's been hogging the job without doing anything? You're actually embarrassed now? It's been months and you're only now remembering to report for duty? We might as well just rename this agricultural research institute to yours from now on. You can come whenever you want, or disappear for half a year if you don't want to, but you'll still get your salary."

Another woman next to her took the ID and glanced at it, her sympathetic gaze sweeping over Su Wanqing's face. She secretly felt a pang of sympathy for her—so this was the woman.

She had heard that although Comrade Su was not in the courtyard, he was occupying the position that Wang Xiufen had originally been assigned to.

She was about to be promoted to associate researcher during the Chinese New Year, but suddenly a transfer order was issued to this young woman who had been parachuted in from another province, without even a word of warning.

This feud is quite deep.

Enraged, Wang Xiufen has been making veiled accusations throughout the Academy of Agricultural Sciences for the past few months, telling everyone she meets that he must be a relative of some high-ranking official, who neither works nor shows his face, yet has obtained such a high professional title and receives his full salary every month. How can the organization support such a useless person?

Her uncle is the director of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. She is used to being flamboyant, so when she says those things, no one dares to say a word; they can only shake their heads in private.