"Ouch!" ng Lang suddenly felt a kick on his butt and instantly awoke from his slumber.
Shielding his eyes from the sun, he barely managed to open them and found his mother standing beside the haystack with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
"Mom! What are you doing? Ha~ What ti is it now?" ng Lang asked yawningly.
"What ti is it now! Is this how you treat guests? Sleeping soundly here while letting the girls do all the work? Is that reasonable?"
Yang Hui, fuming, grabbed ng Lang’s ear.
"Hey, hey! Mom, let go, let’s talk this out, they’re usually so lazy, I was just letting them get in so exercise!
Hey, where are they?"
Only then did ng Lang realize that there was not a single person in sight on the fields.
"Where are they? It’s noon already! I sent them ho to bathe and get ready for lunch.
You go to the construction site and take this al to your dad, he’s not coming ho for lunch again today.
It’s all your fault for not being ho these days..."
"How is this my fault?" ng Lang said, speechless.
He took the lunchbox handed over by Yang Hui, but then heard her add,
"After you deliver the al, on your way back, carry this bag of vegetable seeds ho!"
"Ah?" ng Lang looked at the sack, almost as tall as a person, with a bitter face.
"What ’ah’? Can’t handle it, huh?"
"No, no! You can ask to do anything!"
"That’s more like it; you’re also not diligent usually, so this is for you to get in so exercise too!"
ng Lang: "..."
...
"We need to expedite the earthwork operation, and as soon as the materials arrive, we must start imdiately..."
"The new pig houses will be finished in a few days. Installing and testing the feeding system, manure system, and other equipnt and training the staff will be the focus next. The next batch of piglets will be arriving soon..."
When ng Lang arrived at the construction site, Mr. ng was wearing a safety helt, discussing sothing with a few other people.
"Dad!"
Mr. ng turned around and saw ng Lang standing behind him at so point.
"Xiao Lang, what brings you here?"
"Here, Mom asked to bring you lunch." ng Lang lifted the lunchbox in his hand.
"Oh! It’s lunchti already. Let’s all go have lunch then, and we’ll continue in the afternoon."
As the others dispersed, a middle-aged man wearing glasses followed Mr. ng over. After sizing up ng Lang, he smiled and said,
"Manager ng, is this your son? He truly is a young talent."
"You flatter him, Consultant Sun. Xiao Lang, co, let introduce you. This is Consultant Sun, sent from Su City to guide our work. Recently, Consultant Sun has been a great help."
"Nice to et you, Consultant Sun," ng Lang greeted with a smile.
"Don’t call Consultant Sun, that’s too formal. Just call Uncle Sun. I heard you also work in Su City?" Consultant Sun asked with a smile.
ng Lang gave him a glance with a smile.
Clearly, the sensitive word "Su City" aroused suspicion in the other party.
"Heh heh! Just an ordinary worker, you’re too kind, Uncle Sun."
For so reason, that look from ng Lang made Consultant Sun feel uneasy, as though all his subtle thoughts were laid bare before the other.
Even though he appeared to be just a young graduate, his gaze was deep, as if accustod to high positions.
For a mont, he even felt that the oppressive aura ng Lang gave off seed even stronger than that of Chairman Gao...
He didn’t dare to probe any further right then.
"Too modest, haha! Well then...I won’t disturb Manager ng during his al, I have things to do."
"Hey! Consultant Sun, co join us for lunch."
"No need, no need!"
Watching the hurried departure of Consultant Sun, Mr. ng led ng Lang into his temporary office.
As he lifted the lid off the lunchbox, he looked at ng Lang who was looking all around.
"What do you think?"
ng Lang turned around and gave a thumbs-up.
"Hmm! Haven’t seen you in a while, and you’ve beco more and more like a leader!"
"Get out! I’m asking about how well you think this breeding base has been set up!"
ng Lang looked at a 3D rendering of an office building hanging on the wall.
Yep! Almost identical to the photo from the ti it went bankrupt...
So futures may have changed, but so things still retain the outlines of a particular period in history...
"Cough! Not bad at all, I see the embryonic form of a world-leading enterprise!"
"Could you say sothing believable!"
"How is that not practical? Comrade Mr. ng, we should set our sights high and aim for lofty ambitions. Let’s set ourselves a small goal to start with, becoming the leader in dostic ecological farming!" ng Lang declared with a grand gesture.
"Our small-town enterprise, a leader in ecological farming? Why not have our pigs fly to the sky while you’re at it!"
Mr. ng glanced at him and seed to be famished, shoveling several mouthfuls of rice into his mouth in succession.
"Eh? Dad, you’re absolutely right! Our goals should be the stars and the sea! In the future, we should expand our farming industry to the Moon and Mars!
What do you think about ’integrated space-terrestrial ecological farming’ as a grand goal?"
"Pfft!" Mr. ng spat out his food.
"Cough! Cough cough cough!" It took so effort, but he managed to swallow the rice stuck in his throat and then glared at ng Lang.
"You’ve watched too many cartoons! ’Integrated space-terrestrial ecological farming’? Even the United Nations doesn’t dare to dream that big!"
ng Lang expressionlessly picked a few grains of rice off his face.
Your proposal is very constructive...
"What I want to know is whether the big boss will be satisfied with the progress of the project!" Mr. ng said helplessly, finally voicing his real question.
"Oh! You should have just said so! In fact... he’s not too pleased!" ng Lang replied with a serious face.
"What?" Mr. ng’s chopsticks froze mid-air.
"Why? Is there sothing we haven’t done right?"
"Hmm! The root of the problem... still lies with you."
"Wha... what problem?" Mr. ng beca instantly anxious.
"The problem is that... Comrade Mr. ng, lately you’ve been never at ho, busy to the point of having no ti to touch ground, and Comrade Yang Hui, she has many complaints about you!"
Mr. ng: "..."
Unaware of the "#" character that seed to spring from Mr. ng’s forehead, ng Lang continued to speak his mind.
"You should know, our boss, he is a broad-minded and exceptionally wise leader who opposes overti, fighting inwardly, and especially opposes any work that affects the harmonious relationships of his employees’ families!
Your recent behavior is diverging from his original intention of founding the company and promoting the harmonious and civilized developnt of ng Family Village!
I hope you can seriously recognize your mistakes and not continue farther down the wrong path!
You need to learn to delegate, to understand the balance between work and rest, and most importantly, to understand that family is the most important thing. You should...uh... Mr. ng, what are you doing?"
"Get lost!"
...
"There you go, leaving! Why resort to violence! I’ve never seen such an arrogant professional manager who dares to hit their own boss..."
ng Lang rubbed his backside as he walked out of the construction site.
Turning around, he looked at ngshan Pasture, which was just beginning to take shape, and seed to envision its future grand and sweeping history...
Initially, all I really wanted was to set up a small family business.
Who knew that life’s ups and downs are so unpredictable and overwhelming?
Ensuring the food logistics for the ti when war breaks out is the mission that history has bestowed on ngshan Pasture...
’ngzi’s Art of War’ is less of a military manual and more of an ’industrial layout strategy’.
From public health safety, food logistics, communication links, to production and manufacturing...
If it hadn’t been for the other side not playing by the rules at the end, this might have been the only successful completion of the ’2043’ challenge to date.
This also indirectly indicates that with each accumulation of scientific and technological strength, the gap between the enemies and us is gradually narrowing...
Technology changes the future...
"Hmm... Let go ho and seriously think about that satellite business..."
...
Damascus.
Ning Shisan returned to the tavern and slung his backpack onto the table.
Having just co back from the battlefield, he received new "mission orders," and his plane ticket was already purchased for him.
He couldn’t bring these rcenary weapons and equipnt in his backpack on a plane back ho.
The bald man was sowhat surprised.
"Your mission is completed so soon?"
"Yeah! I was a bit surprised myself..." Ning Shisan said helplessly.
The bald man opened the backpack, checked the weapons and ammunition, then took out the firearms, removed the magazines, and inspected the muzzles, looking puzzled.
As a warrior and arms smuggler, he knew his own weapons very well and imdiately spotted the biggest issue.
"Are you kidding ? You went on a mission and didn’t fire even one shot?"
Heh, not to ntion you, even I can hardly believe it...
Thinking of the whole ard group that died mysteriously that night, Ning Shisan couldn’t help but sigh.
"Brother, take my advice, consider retiring sooner rather than later."
With a look of sympathy, he patted the bald man’s shoulder, walked out the tavern’s door, and left behind just one line.
"The tis... they have changed..."
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