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Lin Feng squatted in his third uncle's goji berry field for a whole morning.

He was wearing a dark gray windbreaker with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and a pair of temporary liberation shoes he had bought from the county town, the uppers of which were covered in yellow dust.

Squatting on the edge of the field, holding a few freshly picked goji berries in my hand, I carefully examined the plumpness and color of the berries against the sunlight.

The technician next to him was measuring the sugar content with an instrument. He leaned over to take a look at the data and then made a few notes in his notebook.

"Third Uncle, where does your irrigation water come from? I see that the terrain here is much higher than downstream. Is the irrigation canal gravity-fed or pumped?"

Uncle San squatted down beside him, pointing with his rough fingers to the faintly visible green at the foot of the mountain in the distance. "It's spring water drawn from that mountain gully, used for gravity irrigation. Before, the villagers thought it was too far, so only I and Zhiping dug the canal, and it took several years to get it here. The goji berries grown with the spring water are sweeter than those irrigated with ordinary well water. Try some."

Lin Feng put the goji berries in his hand into his mouth and chewed them. Sure enough, they were much sweeter than the ones he had tasted in the downstream field, and the flesh was also thicker.

Spitting out the goji berry seeds, he stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, and turned to the technician next to him, saying, "Mark the coordinates of this land and make a test report on the irrigation water source. If the water quality does meet the standards, the processing plant's high-end fresh food line will be based on Uncle San's planting standards and promoted to surrounding farmers."

He said this in a very calm tone, as if he were talking about something very ordinary, but when Uncle San heard the words "based on Uncle San's family's planting standards," the pipe in his hand trembled slightly.

Ma Qingqing stood on the other side of the field ridge, carrying several bottles of mineral water and a bag of biscuits she had just bought from the convenience store. She watched Lin Feng squatting in the field discussing irrigation water with his third uncle. The morning light shone from behind him, outlining a clean and sharp profile of his focused profile.

The canvas shoes on his feet were so worn that their original color was no longer visible, his trouser legs were covered in mud, and his sleeves were rolled up crookedly. He didn't look like General Manager Lin sitting in his office reviewing financial statements at all; he looked more like a true expert in agriculture.

A strange feeling welled up inside me—this man could not only sit in a conference room discussing multi-million dollar contracts, but he could also squat on the edge of a field and talk to farmers about irrigation water sources, and he talked to them more earnestly than anyone else.

I walked over and handed him the bottled water, asking if he was thirsty.

He took the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and drank several mouthfuls. He wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, then turned back to continue discussing the harvesting cycle of goji berries with his third uncle.

After leaving the fields, Uncle San drove the small farm tricycle, carrying Lin Feng and Ma Qingqing, around the village. Lin Feng had him stop at each farmer's field, chatting with them one by one, asking about their planting scale, annual yield, harvesting labor costs, and even how much the price was driven down by dealers each year.

An old man with gray hair held Lin Feng's hand and said that in all the years their village had grown goji berries, no big boss had ever squatted in the field and talked to them for so long like him.

Lin Feng patted the old man's hand, saying that he no longer needed to worry about dealers driving down prices. Once the processing plant was built, he would buy as much as the old man planted, with prices determined by quality. The best first-harvest fresh fruit would be shipped directly through a cold chain, while the next grade would be made into dried fruit and pulp. He wouldn't let the good stuff be sold cheaply.

Following behind Lin Feng, Ma Qingqing watched him chat with farmers from house to house, and the inexplicable feeling in her heart grew stronger. Every question he asked hit the nail on the head, and the expectation and trust in the farmers' eyes were something she had never seen before.

He treated everyone with the same seriousness and patience, without the slightest hint of condescension or handouts.

She suddenly remembered what Wang Yue had told her—President Lin is never stingy with talented people, and he's especially protective of his own. Following him, you won't suffer.

Standing on the edge of the field, watching Lin Feng squatting down to help an old woman pick up some goji berries that had fallen to the ground, she suddenly realized something: what attracted her to this man was not his money or his status, but the reassuring sense of security he exuded.

It seems that as long as he's there, everything can be solved.

Whether signing multi-million dollar contracts in the office or picking up a handful of worthless goji berries on a field ridge, they are equally serious and equally trustworthy.

It seems I've fallen for him.

It wasn't the secretary's adoration for the boss, but rather a woman's affection for a man.

Unconsciously, her fingers tightened around the water bottle in her hand, and she felt her heart beating faster than usual, her ears turning slightly red.

Shuke Company's efficiency remains as fast as ever.

After Xiao Wang from the business department, along with technicians and samples of fresh-locked goji berries and goji berry juice, rushed back to Hohai University, the test report came out quickly.

All indicators meet the company's procurement standards. The freshness of the goji berries, their fruit integrity, sugar content, and anthocyanin content all meet the requirements of the high-end fresh food market. The taste and nutritional components of the goji berry juice have also passed the evaluation of the quality control department.

Lin Feng forwarded the report to Wang Yue, asking her to start preparing the preliminary plan for the Ning County processing plant, and at the same time, he asked Lu Fei to liaise with the county's investment promotion department to prepare for formal negotiations on the construction of the plant.

At the same time, after learning that Shuke Group was going to build a processing plant in Ning County, County Chief Zhang personally called to invite Lin Feng to the county government for a meeting.

Lin Feng led Ma Qingqing to the county government compound, where County Chief Zhang was already waiting in the conference room with several officials from the Investment Promotion Bureau and the Agriculture Bureau.

After some pleasantries, the two sides sat down to discuss the specific framework for cooperation. County Head Zhang was very enthusiastic, stating on the spot that the county would provide full support in areas such as land use approval, tax incentives, and infrastructure development, and even offered a very favorable tax reduction and exemption plan.

Lin Feng was never ambiguous at the negotiating table, and he added a few more requirements regarding cold chain logistics support and water and electricity guarantees, which County Chief Zhang agreed to one by one.

"Mr. Lin, rest assured, your decision to build a factory in Ning County is a sign of your respect for this place. I will personally oversee the land acquisition and guarantee that all the necessary procedures will be completed within a month. As for taxes, the county will waive corporate income tax for the past few years if possible; we can discuss the specific percentage later."

"County Chief Zhang is very straightforward. Then I won't stand on ceremony—besides land and tax revenue, the supporting cold chain logistics also needs to keep up. We plan to build a cold chain transit warehouse next to the processing plant, specifically for the storage and transfer of fresh fruit. Could the county reserve a piece of land for us in the logistics park?"

"No problem. There are a few vacant plots in the logistics park. I'll have the investment promotion bureau send you the blueprints tomorrow. Mr. Lin, to be honest, Ning County has been growing goji berries for so many years, but we've always lacked a leading enterprise to scale up the industry. With you here, I feel relieved. Today, on behalf of the county party committee and government, I want to make it clear that the matter of Shuke is our county's top priority."