Inheriting a Farm Made Me an Internet Sensation - Chapter 40

Inside the living room on the first floor of Anxin Small Courtyard, Chen Cuihua paced back and forth in a state of extreme anxiety. Even Lin Muhan sat on the sofa, her brow furrowed in deep thought.

The only one who remained relatively calm was Tan Xiao. She rested her chin on one hand, leaning sideways on the sofa as if lost in contemplation.

Seeing her like this, Chen Cuihua felt her heart burning with worry. “No, Xiao xiao, say something! What are we supposed to do?” She pointed toward the door. “We can’t just let things keep developing like this; it’s not a solution.”

Lin Muhan agreed with Chen Cuihua’s words, though she knew that being anxious was useless at this moment. After thinking for a while, she took out her phone and dialed Su Han, wanting to ask for her perspective.

The phone rang for quite a while before Su Han finally answered.

As soon as the call connected, Lin Muhan asked urgently, “Su Han, do you have any good ideas?”

“Is Tan Xiao next to you?”

Lin Muhan glanced at Tan Xiao, who was still in the same position, and gave a light “mm-hmm.”

“Give the phone to her.”

Lin Muhan tapped the speakerphone button and placed it beside Tan Xiao, nudging her with her elbow to signal her to take the call.

Tan Xiao withdrew from her thoughts and looked down at the phone beside her.

“I categorize their behavior this time as a deathbed struggle,” Tan Xiao said bluntly.

The tactic being used against her was actually very clumsy. From the very beginning, she hadn’t even mentioned the “Father of Hybrid Rice,” and she hadn’t yet started her experiments on rice. However, those people wanted to use this to pressure her, hoping to stop her through public opinion and force her to give up.

So, could she call a press conference to clarify?

Doing so would only temporarily suppress the public outcry; it wouldn’t solve the substantive problem. To truly resolve this, she needed to catch them off guard.

“I want to gather farm owners who are willing to learn and provide free teaching,” Tan Xiao stated her plan. Only this would completely eliminate the negative public opinion.

You say my pure ecological cultivation is for amassing wealth? Sorry, you guessed wrong. My intention from the beginning was to offer it for free.

As for the claim that she denied the contributions and sacrifices of the Father of Hybrid Rice, that was pure fabrication. Besides, she had just made an appearance in front of agricultural professors from across the country a few days ago. There would surely be a few people unafraid of trouble who would speak up for her. This would be far more direct and effective than clarifying things herself.

There was a long silence on Su Han’s end before she finally spoke slowly: “Okay.”

Knowing Tan Xiao’s plan, Lin Muhan immediately picked up the phone after the call ended and dialed her “know-it-all” friend, Tang Xiao. “Give me the contact numbers for farm owners in the neighboring provinces.”

“You really don’t hold back when it comes to bossing me around,” a mocking voice replied from the phone.

“I’ll buy you a set of top-tier equipment,” Lin Muhan said without blinking, having long ago figured out Tang Xiao’s little desires.

Sure enough, the other party’s attitude underwent a divine transformation instantly: “So tired… but I’ll definitely get it to you within two hours.”

“Then what can I do?” Chen Cuihua asked urgently. She wasn’t worried about the farm’s business; having been at the farm for so many years, she had long since understood the mindset of those vegetable vendors. Even if they were clamoring that they didn’t want the produce now, they would come crawling back later, shamelessly begging her to sell to them.

What she was truly worried about was Tan Xiao. Everyone at the farm knew how much Tan Xiao treasured those experimental subjects in the greenhouse.

Chen Cuihua didn’t understand grand theories; she only knew that now that living conditions were better, growing vegetables without chemical fertilizers and pesticides could not only reduce the risk of cancer but also save a lot of money.

Even in her own home, the cost of fertilizers and pesticides for her crops was a recurring, heavy expense.

One could use organic manure instead of chemical fertilizer, but you had to buy pesticides. The pests nowadays were incredibly fierce; if you didn’t use pesticides, the bugs would eat the vegetables before you could.

Most importantly, the prices of fertilizers and pesticides were rising every year, while the prices for grain and vegetables never seemed to fetch a good return. That was why people weren’t willing to farm anymore—the income was too low to support a family.

Since Tan Xiao came to the farm, Chen Cuihua had followed her methods. Without pesticides, the vegetables were still perfectly fine and looked so fresh.

It wasn’t just her; the others at the farm felt the same way.

Don’t think she didn’t know how those people used to exclude Tan Xiao behind her back at the start. Now, every time they mentioned her, it was nothing but praise, even remarking that if growing grain could be done this way, it would save a fortune.

Tan Xiao stood up from the sofa. “Sister Chen, please pick out the people who are familiar with my methods. Once people arrive later, I’ll need them to help teach.” She couldn’t do it alone.

“Sure, no problem. I’ll also ask around the neighboring villages to see if anyone is willing to come to the farm, just in case we get too busy to handle it all.” With that, Chen Cuihua walked out. She wasn’t skilled in many things, but these small tasks were no problem for her.

Tan Xiao pointed upstairs and said to Lin Muhan, “I’m going to make a PPT to make it easier to show them later.”

“Okay, go ahead. I’ll contact them as soon as I get the list,” Lin Muhan said, waving her hand.

She hadn’t expected the storm to come so quickly, but fortunately, Tan Xiao had already thought of a countermeasure.

Huangtian International

Su Han called her secretary into the office and instructed, “Find a few people you trust and have them stand by.”

Right now, Huangtian International’s stock had dropped by 1.5% in less than a day. From the time Tan Xiao gathered the regional farm owners until they arrived at Anxin Farm and the videos were released, it would take at least three days.

During these three days, Huangtian International’s stock would inevitably continue to fall.

However, following Tan Xiao’s direct “slap in the face” to her critics, public opinion would tilt again, and the stock would rise. What Su Han intended to do was profit from the price difference.

Less than three minutes after the secretary left, Su Han received a call saying that Jiang Mo wanted to see her.

With her permission, Jiang Mo was led in shortly after.

“I came as soon as I heard Little Su-Su was in trouble,” Jiang Mo said, blowing a kiss to Su Han. “How about it? Am I good to you or what?”

Before Su Han could speak, Jiang Mo walked right up to the desk. She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands on the desk, seemingly indifferent to the cleavage revealed by her low-cut sweater. She smiled and said, “Why don’t you reconsider my suggestion? Marry me.”

Su Han turned her head away, a hint of unnaturalness appearing that she herself hadn’t noticed. “If that’s what you’re here for, you can leave.”

“Little Su-Su, you’re so heartless.” Jiang Mo stood up, pulled out a chair, and sat down. “I received word that my dear sister is about to make a move on you.”

This was within Su Han’s expectations.

If she were in that position, she would do the same—kick someone while they’re down.

However, this time Jiang Yue would not only fail to get her way but would end up covered in “filth” herself.

And Jiang Mo, who was always skilled at seizing opportunities, would surely amplify that mess to keep Jiang Yue buried in trouble.

“As expected of the person I’ve set my sights on—completely unfazed even now.” Jiang Mo raised a hand, propping her chin with her index finger. “Since we’re partners, don’t you plan on letting me in on the secret?”

“I thought the Eldest Miss Jiang would have guessed it already.” Su Han didn’t spell it out. Some things lost their flavor if said too bluntly.

Jiang Mo smirked. “You two ‘sisters’ are really interesting. I heard you caused quite a stir at the Agricultural College; no wonder those people got desperate. It’s a pity my dear sister didn’t personally jump into the fray this time, otherwise, it would be even more fun.” Her face showed regret, but her eyes flashed with sharp calculation.

“We can’t compare to you.” Su Han didn’t take Jiang Mo’s words as a compliment.

As the ancients said, wealth is sought amidst danger, but one must consider their own circumstances before acting.

Instead of acting like this, with the jewelry exhibition approaching, creating such a mess was not a brave move—it was foolish.

If it wasn’t handled well, not only would the money Su Han spent go down the drain, but Huangtian International would become a laughingstock.

“Little Su-Su, can you stop speaking to me with such hidden barbs?” Jiang Mo clutched her chest in mock heartbreak. “You’re going to lose me if you keep this up.”

Su Han pointed to the door. “Get out before my patience runs out.”

Jiang Mo left her chair and walked slowly toward Su Han. Perfectly overriding Su Han’s attempt to dodge, she successfully sat on Su Han’s lap, wrapping her arms around Su Han’s neck. “I’ve already told my old man—I’m going to marry you.”

Su Han opened her mouth to curse, but she was cut off by Jiang Mo leaning in and blocking her lips.

After a long kiss ended, Jiang Mo pulled away from Su Han’s lips, looking satisfied. She smiled brightly. “Every time it’s like this—your mouth says no, but your body is very honest.”

Su Han’s face turned beet red, a mixture of shame and anger.

Two years ago, after finishing a negotiation, she had returned to her room feeling lightheaded only to find someone in her bed. Her first reaction was to call for help, but that person had clung to her with both arms and legs.

Whether it was the alcohol or something else, in a state of half-willingness, she had “eaten” the person who delivered themselves to her door.

When she woke up, she realized the person lying next to her was none other than the very Jiang Mo currently sitting on her lap.

Afterward, both she and Jiang Mo had a tacit understanding to act as if nothing had happened.

To her, it was an accident; to Jiang Mo, it was the humiliation of being set up by others.

While Su Han was dazed, Jiang Mo took Su Han’s earlobe into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, and whispered, “I need your help.”

Back at Anxin Farm, Tan Xiao was having dinner with Lin Muhan in the second-floor living room when Lin Muhan’s phone rang.

Tan Xiao glanced over and saw the caller ID: “Dad.”

Lin Muhan saw it too. It rang for quite a while before she finally chose to answer.

As soon as the call connected, Lin Kun’s voice came through: “I’m waiting for you in the car.”

Tan Xiao: Want to block my path? No way.

Lin Muhan: Look at you, so smug your tail is almost touching the sky.

Tan Xiao: …

You’re not supposed to take down your own teammate like that.