dognovel Chapter 642 1.5 million tons!
Chapter 642 1.5 million tons!
After hearing Mr. Lu's plan, the tense atmosphere in the meeting room seemed to ease a little.
Those furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and those tense shoulders relaxed a little.
However, this brief relief was soon replaced by new worries.
Deputy Station Chief Sun, a veteran of the Food Ministry's Supervision Department, who was sitting by the window, tapped the table lightly with a look of worry on his face.
"Mr. Lu, your proposal is indeed a thorough one, but with all due respect, it is not enough to quench immediate thirst."
His voice, though low, resonated with everyone present. A murmur of agreement echoed throughout the conference room.
"Yes, three months of food reserves can temporarily ease the pressure, but what happens after that?"
A middle-aged grain merchant couldn't help but interrupt, beads of sweat already oozing from his forehead.
Boss He, the experienced grain merchant, tapped the table lightly with his calloused fingers, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.
"More importantly, Mr. Lu, we haven't figured out how to deal with the culprit, Eagle Sauce."
"As long as we don't address the source, they can always come up with new tactics to deal with us. Today it's food, tomorrow it could be oil, the day after tomorrow it could be steel..."
Before he finished speaking, Professor Zhao took over the conversation: "Boss He is right. The Eagle Sauce is clearly well prepared this time. They want to take advantage of our food shortage and force us to make concessions to the Russians in the Far East. This is a big game!"
The atmosphere in the conference room became tense again.
Everyone's eyes turned to President Lu, hoping that this highly respected leader could come up with a more comprehensive response plan.
Mr. Lu did not respond immediately.
He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the busy crowd outside.
The sunlight filtered through the glass, casting mottled shadows on his thin profile.
In the silence, everyone could feel the weight of the leader's thoughts.
Finally, Mr. Lu turned around with a surprisingly calm smile on his face.
"In that case, why don't we start a food war with them?"
These words were like a stone dropped into a calm lake, causing ripples of surprise.
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became strange, with shock, confusion and bewilderment intertwined.
"War...fight a food war?" General Manager Zhang repeated stutteringly, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
President Lu's voice became firm and powerful: "Don't forget, everyone, it's not like we haven't fought them before on the peninsula."
"If we can defeat them on the battlefield, how can we not win a food war?"
These words made the air in the conference room seem to freeze.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and for a moment no one answered. This bold strategy completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
Vice Minister Li asked cautiously, "Mr. Lu, do you mean... that we should directly confront the Eagle Sauce in the food market? But with our current food reserves..."
Mr. Lu didn't let him finish his words, but announced in an unusually firm tone.
"That's right! Everyone, if you believe in the country, then sell all the food you have on the international market! Fight the Eagle Sauce to the death!"
This sentence exploded in the conference room like a thunder.
Everyone's eyes widened as if they saw a madman.
Throwing away grain? On the international market?
Boss He almost jumped out of his chair: "Boss Lu! This... this is not appropriate, right?"
General Manager Zhang quickly added: "Yes, we are currently facing a food shortage. How can we dump food on the international market?"
For a moment, the conference room was filled with murmurs and panicked conversations.
Everyone's face was filled with anxiety and worry.
Dragon Country is already struggling with food shortages, and now it wants to dump its existing food on the international market? Isn't this digging its own grave?
Professor Zhao's fingers tapped the table nervously, his brow furrowed so tightly that a pin could be pinched. "If we throw away the food we have, what will become of the people of Longguo?"
"Yes," Vice Minister Li said, his voice filled with obvious worry. "We already rely on imports for 40% of our food. If we continue to sell domestic food, it will probably cause serious social problems..."
Everyone present knew what this meant—famine, unrest, and perhaps even regime instability.
Mr. Lu still maintained that almost eerie calmness.
He glanced around at everyone in the conference room, his gaze sharp and resolute. This leader, who had weathered countless storms, now displayed a composure unmatched by ordinary people.
Boss He, the knowledgeable old grain merchant, finally couldn't help but directly ask the question in everyone's mind.
"Mr. Lu, with all due respect, if we really do as you say and dump all the food we have on the international market, what will the people of Long Country eat?"
"We already rely on imports for over 40% of our food, and now the Eagle Sauce is cutting off supplies. If we dump our domestic food... this... this..."
His voice gradually lowered, and finally became almost a murmur: "Isn't this playing with fire?"
The meeting room fell silent again. Everyone's eyes were focused on Mr. Lu, waiting for his explanation.
Surprisingly, faced with this straightforward question, Mr. Lu was not angry at all. Instead, he showed a meaningful smile.
He slowly walked back to his seat and took out a thick folder from his briefcase.
"Two years ago," he said, his voice calm but powerful, "Director Fang and Researcher Yuan Ping from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences launched a top-secret project."
Upon hearing these two names, the atmosphere in the conference room changed subtly.
Director Fang's name has become synonymous with the miracle of Longguo's military industry, while Yuan Ping is one of the most outstanding agricultural scientists in the country.
Mr. Lu opened the folder, took out a few photos and placed them on the table.
The photo shows golden rice fields, with the rice ears bending the stalks and hanging heavily to the ground.
"This is a photo taken at the Southern Experimental Base last year," Mr. Lu said, pointing to the photo. "Under the guidance of Director Fang, Researcher Yuan Ping successfully cultivated a new type of rice—hybrid rice."
Professor Zhao's attention was immediately drawn to him, and he eagerly picked up a photo to examine it carefully.
“Hybrid rice? Using hybrid vigor to increase rice yield?”
Mr. Lu nodded. "That's right. The yield per mu of this new type of rice is 50% to 80% higher than that of ordinary rice."
This number made everyone in the conference room gasp.
If true, it would be a revolutionary breakthrough in agricultural productivity.
"But..." General Manager Zhang was still confused. "Even if we have this high-yield rice, it will take time to plant it on a large scale to see results."
Mr. Lu’s smile deepened: “Who said we’re just starting to plant now?”
He turned to another page in the folder, which was a detailed statistical report.
"Over the past two years, under the direct leadership of the central government, we have secretly promoted this hybrid rice in 13 southern provinces."
"Last year's total production reached 2.5 million tons, a 35% increase over the previous year."
Boss He widened his eyes in disbelief: "Is this... is this true?"
“Not only that,” Mr. Lu continued, with a hint of undisguised pride in his voice.
"Director Fang has improved our grain storage technology based on information from the Future Technology System. Now we can store grain for over three years without noticeable degradation in quality."
He turned the page again and showed everyone a confidential inventory list.
"Currently, the actual inventory in the national strategic grain reserve is 1.5 million tons."
"This amount of food is enough to feed the entire nation for a year, and there will be no problem even if imports are completely cut off..."