"Not bad, well done." The middle-aged man praised, then took Night Owl to the company cafeteria to properly entertain him.
Night Owl was also a bit hungry and was very satisfied with the hospitality, now just waiting to record his merits.
But suddenly, the middle-aged man received a phone call, frowned, and looked at Night Owl: "Night Owl, are you sure the seeds you brought back are new oilseed variants? The lab's test results show they're just ordinary seeds."
"Impossible?" Night Owl stood up in shock.
He was well aware that he had painstakingly picked out those seeds himself, how could they be normal?
They were indeed those new oilseed variants.
He immediately went to the lab with the middle-aged man to check the test data, and indeed, those were the seeds he brought back; he had made discreet markings.
But he couldn't understand why they had turned into ordinary seeds.
It shouldn't be like this.
