The banquet finally began, and Lu Zheng ordered a batch of cold-resistant high-yield crops from Wang Yanhui.
Without hesitation, Wang Yanhui gulped down a glass of Wuliangye.
"President Lu, you're impressive! Cold-resistant crops—you've opened up the Eastern European black soil market?" Liu Wen asked in amazement.
"No, no! You can't just say that." Lu Zheng quickly waved his hands, indicating it wasn't true.
"I understand, I understand!" Liu Wen nodded knowingly, and the few exchanged glances, sharing a tacit smile, "Come on, let's drink!"
Just joking, there are only a few countries needing cold-resistant crops; the Maple Country certainly doesn't need them. The Northern European countries have always followed Europe and America, so Lu Zheng can't get involved there.
Mao Bear Country might be a possibility, but they can fully support themselves. What's left, if not the chaotic Eastern European black soil, then what else?
