Technological Empire of the City

At the headquarters of the Futian Company, Xu Fu and the directors were all panicked. The recovery of the goods was not smooth and their compensation plan failed. Xu Fu, who regretted it, became discouraged.

"Boom boom boom~". The sudden knock on the door awakened Xu Fu and others.

"Into~". Xu Fu shouted in a low tone.

"Kacha". As soon as the door opened, a few food safety officers in uniforms walked in and said with a serious face: "Xu Fu, come with us."

"can I help you". With Jiao Qing in his heart, Xu Fu did not accept his fate.

"The food produced by your company is harmful to public health, please go back and investigate with us." Said the food safety officer.

"You guys came so fast." Xu Fu sighed in despair.

"---". The directors did not dare to say a word, fearing that they would be taken away for investigation. They watched Xu Fu being taken away, and they felt a sense of urgency in their hearts.

At the headquarters of Sunshine Company, Xie Wen’s assistant inquired about Futian’s situation, and immediately walked into the office with joy and gloated and reported to Xie Wen: “Boss, Xu Fu has been taken away, they are going to die”.

"Do you know the reason?" Xie Wen asked with mixed feelings.

"I heard from the employees of the Futian company that the food they produced from genetically modified crops was found to be unqualified by Xingyue, which is harmful to the human body." The assistant reported.

"I'll just say don't import the materials from genetically modified crops, why don't you listen to me". Xie Wen murmured with regretful expression on his face.

In the White House of Country M, Obamar also heard private rumors that genetically modified crops were detected as harmful food by Xingyue Country. Such news made Obamar panic. If the news is true, his reputation will be ruined. .

You must know that genetically modified crops are promoted by the government. If something goes wrong, he will definitely be called to the president, not someone else. What's more, angry people won't listen to his explanation, and it won't be as simple as stepping down.

"Bro, call the officials to the meeting, hurry~". Anxious Obamar ordered.

"Yes". The assistant did not respond.

While Obama was anxiously waiting, officials came to the conference room one after another. Apparently the officials had also heard the rumors and looked at Obama with silence and silence. The Minister of Agriculture lowered his head in horror. Don't be seen by others.

An angry Obamar looked at the crowd and shouted coldly: "Where is the Minister of Agriculture, did he not come to the meeting?"

"I'm here~". Hearing the president calling himself, the Minister of Agriculture knew that he could not hide, so he stepped out from behind the officials.

"You can tell me about the test of genetically modified crops, why Xingyue Country test results are completely opposite to your test results." Obamar asked with round eyes.

"Your Excellency, there must be some misunderstanding about this. Our inspectors have carefully tested all aspects of genetically modified crops. They are qualified. You have also seen the report." The Minister of Agriculture insisted on explaining.

"--". Oppama groaned and said nothing. Although it is hostile to Zhang Yu, in science, Zhang Yu is undoubtedly the most authoritative expert, and Zhang Yu will not deceive the world on such matters.

After some analysis, Obamar even believed the Xingyue Nation's test results, and looked at the Minister of Agriculture with suspicion and said: "Are you sure the test results are qualified?"

"Yes~". The Minister of Agriculture gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Bulang, go call the inspectors and the scientists who study genetically modified crops." Obama ordered.

"Yes". The assistant left the meeting room after responding.

After the conference room quieted down in Oppama, other officials also fell silent. The depressive atmosphere made the Minister of Agriculture sweat profusely. The Minister of Agriculture suddenly remembered that he asked the inspectors not to do animal testing.

"It's dead this time." The Secretary of Agriculture thought to himself palely.

"Tatatata~". The sound of footsteps came from the conference room, which made the Minister of Agriculture's heart beat. In the face of the Minister of Agriculture, the inspectors and the scientists walked into the conference room together.

"The President is good." The person greeted respectfully.

"Are the test results of genetically modified crops qualified? Tell me the truth." Obamar asked with a serious face.

The inspectors and scientists who looked at each other replied in unison: "They are qualified."

"Hoo~". The Minister of Agriculture heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing the words.

"But~". One of the inspectors frightened the Minister of Agriculture and weakened his legs.

"But what". Obama asked.

"However, there are no animal experiments on genetically modified crops, and the Minister of Agriculture said that they don't need to do it." The inspector didn't know why the president asked about the test result, but the inspector didn't want to lie, and said truthfully.

"What would happen if you didn't do animal experiments." Obamar asked blankly.

"Genetically modified crops may be perfect and there will be no problems, but the biggest possibility is that genetically modified crops contain hidden hazards that cannot be detected without animal experiments." The inspector explained.

"Who gave you the right not to do animal experiments." Obama heard the words and looked at the Minister of Agriculture in anger and shouted.

"I just want to hurry up and let country M have high-yield, high-quality crops." The Minister of Agriculture frightened sophistry, hoping to exchange his loyalty to Country M for the opportunity to take a lighter shot.

"Hmph, come here, send him to prison and deal with it strictly." Obama heard the words and sneered.

"Yes". The guards saluted and dragged the desperate Minister of Agriculture away.

The facts have been found out that there is indeed a problem with genetically modified crops, but the products have been promoted. Most farmers in country M have planted genetically modified crops. It is simply impossible to recycle genetically modified crops quietly.

"Think about it all, what you need to do to recycle genetically modified crops without damaging the reputation of the government." Obama asked helplessly.

The officials heard the words and whispered.

"How is it possible, really."

"Yeah, such a serious mistake."

"Why don't you push the scientists out as scapegoats."

"That's OK too."

"---".

After discussing a solution, the officials said in unison: "Put out scientists who study genetically modified crops as a scapegoat."

The scientists who were still in the conference room heard the words and shouted furiously.

"How can this be?"

"Our scapegoat, someone has to believe it. If you are pushed out, maybe someone will believe it."

"That is, we are only researching, whether it is qualified or not, it is not our final say."

"---".

A member of the think tank suggested: “Now, unless you take the initiative to admit your mistakes and recycle genetically modified crops, otherwise, the effect may not be too good.”

"Let me think about it~". The entangled Obama, lingering between the three plans, is to push scientists out as scapegoats, or jointly push some officials out as scapegoats, or take the initiative to admit their mistakes.

At this time, farmers in various regions of Country M also received wind. The news made them unable to sleep well. The farmers were spinning around like headless flies, and worried farmers gathered.

The farmer of the West End said with an uneasy expression: "Do you think the news will be true?"

The farmer in the eastern district fidgeted and said: "The news is full of rumors, can there be any fakes? What's more, it was tested by Xingyue Country. The genetically modified crops must be harmful to the human body. We have suffered heavy losses now."

The farmer in the southern district cursed: "It's all the **** government. It's not good to promote some genetically modified crops that are harmful to humans. They must compensate for this loss."

Hearing this, the farmer in the North District gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, it's all the government's fault."

In the farm of Connaught and Weite, the two of them were grateful. Fortunately, they didn't listen to the wind or rain, and didn't plant genetically modified crops. Otherwise, it would be them who suffered a heavy loss, and better things are about to come.

The owner of a well-known restaurant in M ​​country heard the news, and immediately cut off the purchase of genetically modified crops, and went to various large farms to find traditional crops to replace, and then inquired about the farms of Connaught and Weite.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?" The shout came from outside the farm.

Connaught and Weite, who were talking, walked out strangely. They saw someone they didn't know, and asked strangely: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the owner of this farm." The visitor said politely.

"I am, what do you want me to do". Connor asked.

"Hello, I want to sign a supply contract with you, I don't know if you want it or not." The hotel owner stepped forward, holding Connor's hand and shouted.

"Price Aspect". Connor asked hesitantly.

"Double the market price." The hotel owner said generously.

"The deal, by the way, my friend also has a farm, and the crops in it are also very good, do you want it?" Connaught smiled.

"Is it a traditional crop?" The hotel owner asked hesitantly.

"of course". Micro-featured headlines.

"Then I want it too". The hotel owner exulted and said that with the crop parks on the two farms, the hotel can operate normally.

"Buzzing~~". Suddenly, in the confusion of Connaught and Weite, countless floating vehicles roared and parked outside the farm. A large group of restaurant owners rushed over and shouted frantically.

"I have packaged your farm."

"No matter how much money, please sell me your crops".

"money is not a problem".

When the hotel owner heard the words, his face changed and roared: "Go away, I have discussed with them, and the crops are mine."

The restaurant bosses heard the words and said with disdain.

"Have you signed the contract? If not, go on the same side."

"It's just a discussion, it's useless."

"---".

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