coobybook Chapter 1189 Is that...Professor Yuan?
Chapter 1189 Is that...Professor Yuan?
The rear door opened and Lu Feng, dressed in simple casual clothes but with an aura that couldn't hide, walked down.
As soon as he got off the car, Lu Feng looked at the majestic gate that symbolized the highest temple of Chinese science and technology.
When his eyes swept over the guard standing at the door with a rifle in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This is worthy of being the place where the country's important equipment is located. The level of guarding is not inferior to some important military bases.
"Dean Qian! Sorry to have kept you waiting!" Lu Feng retracted his gaze, put on a decent smile on his face, walked quickly forward, and extended his hand.
"Haha, soon! It's an honor for our Intermediate Court to have Mr. Lu here! Please come in! Please come in!"
Qian Xuejun shook Lu Feng's hand enthusiastically, with a sincere smile on his face, as if he had met an old friend.
Then, he personally guided Lu Feng through the security check channel. His familiarity and enthusiasm made the guards next to him secretly astonished.
Later, accompanied by Qian Xuejun, Lu Feng stepped into this holy place in the hearts of countless scientific researchers.
The courtyard is shaded by green trees and has a quiet environment, with buildings that are both modern and ancient hidden among them. The air seems to be filled with an atmosphere of rigor and concentration.
Although it was called a visit, the itinerary was obviously carefully arranged.
They walked along the wide main road, and Qian Xuejun introduced the history and functions of several major complex buildings like they were familiar with them.
But when it comes to specific laboratories and research projects, most of them only touch upon them briefly, or simply stay for a short time outside the building.
Some areas with special signs and tighter security are even avoided from afar.
Lu Feng knew this very well and didn't care.
He himself had limited knowledge of these cutting-edge basic scientific research fields. The main purpose of this trip was not so much to visit as to give Qian Xuejun face, so as to avoid this big guy calling him every now and then to "invite" him.
The two of them walked and stopped like this, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
Before they knew it, they had left the core building area and arrived at a relatively open area.
"Mr. Lu, this is our Agricultural Science Institute's experimental base. We mainly conduct research on crop breeding, cultivation techniques, and ecological agriculture that are of great importance to the national economy and people's livelihood."
Qian Xuejun introduced and led Lu Feng to a neatly planned experimental field.
On the vast land in front of us, there are rice fields full of heavy golden rice ears, thriving corn fields, and experimental plots of various vegetables, fruits and melons.
A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the fresh scent of earth and plants.
Lu Feng's eyes casually swept across this land full of vitality.
He has little interest in agricultural technology and is purely interested in appreciating the scenery.
However, when I noticed the area of this farmland, I couldn't help but be shocked.
At a glance, this piece of land is at least fifty acres.
Fifty acres might seem insignificant elsewhere, but where is this? This is the imperial capital, the political center of China.
It is a big city where every inch of land is valuable!
A city where an ordinary person can own a 50-square-meter single apartment, which is enough for three generations to be proud of.
However, the Intermediate Court has a fifty-acre experimental field here.
This alone is enough to reflect the status of the Intermediate Court in China. No wonder even Li Zhengguo showed courtesy to Qian Xuejun.
Qian Xuejun, who was standing by, noticed Lu Feng's disinterest, chuckled, and prepared to take him to the office.
After all, the reason he invited Lu Feng to the Central Courtyard was not to really let him visit the Central Courtyard.
"Mr. Lu, let's go. We've almost finished our tour. Let's go to my office to rest for a while and try my collection of tea."
"Okay, let's go then."
Lu Feng nodded and was about to turn and leave. However, when his eyes swept across a rice experimental field, his steps stopped involuntarily.
Deep in the golden rice waves, near the ridge of the field, a familiar figure was bending over, concentrating on observing several special rice plants.
The man was wearing an old work suit that had faded from washing, and a straw hat. His skin was tanned by the scorching sun, and his body was a little hunched. He was carefully using his fingers to push aside the rice leaves, carefully checking the firmness of the rice ears.
The sun shone on him and sweat soaked his back, but he was unaware of it. He was fully focused, as if the only things in the world left were these few seedlings in front of him that carried hope.
Even though it was just a silhouette from behind, and even though he was dressed as simply as an old farmer, Lu Feng recognized him at a glance!
"That is......?!"
Lu Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and an expression of disbelief and astonishment appeared on his face.
He never expected that he would meet this...legendary figure here, in this way!
Qian Xuejun was so perceptive that he immediately noticed the strangeness and pause in Lu Feng's gaze.
He followed Lu Feng's gaze, and when he saw the familiar figure in the rice field, a smile of understanding and respect appeared on his face: "Oh? Mr. Lu also knows Mr. Yuan?"
Lu Feng's gaze still did not leave the figure working diligently in the rice fields. He chuckled at the words, his tone filled with genuine, unfeigned respect:
"Mr. Qian is joking."
"In China, some people may not know the most popular celebrities, and some may not know the richest people."
"But the three characters 'Professor Yuan' and the hope for a well-fed life he represents are probably deeply ingrained in every Chinese person. I am no exception."
His voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear, and every word was sincere.
Qian Xuejun was slightly moved by this high respect for a pure scientific researcher.
He nodded secretly in his heart, and his evaluation of Lu Feng increased a bit.
At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind quickly:
"Since he has such respect for Master Yuan... perhaps we could invite Master Yuan along next time we organize a group to go to Shanghai for a 'visit and study tour'?"
"This national treasure, a 'living fossil,' may play an unexpected role in lubricating and promoting...
Yuan Qilong, who was observing the rice in the rice field, seemed to notice someone was watching him and looked up.
But due to the sunlight and distance, he only saw two figures in the distance looking at him, but he couldn't see clearly who they were.
So he simply ignored it and continued to concentrate on tidying up the rice in front of him.
To him, no one can compare to the rice in front of him. It is his most important treasure, a treasure that determines the food and clothing of countless people.
Little did he know that in the near future, he would undergo a huge change because of that figure, and an "opportunity" that countless big men longed for would be easily obtained by him.
The scene changes to Qian Xuejun's office.