Jing Shu touched her nose and said nothing. She knew what was coming next: the most challenging time of the apocalypse. All she wished for was to quietly make a fortune, eat well, sleep well, and not be troubled or forced to hand over her private stores of food.
"We'll still keep your Seeds in the storage without charging you a storage fee. You can use them whenever you need to." Jin Tianci then summoned his secretary and drafted a contract on his mobile device, inputting it into the big data system and incorporating the terms they had just discussed. Furthermore, Jin Tianci elevated this matter to Wu City's highest secrecy level; from now on, only those with the utmost authority could make changes. If anyone dared to touch this twenty percent of the crops, the issue could justifiably be taken to the Imperial Capital.
Jing Shu nodded like a pecking chicken. Even if Jin Tianci hadn't mentioned it, she would have stored that batch of Seeds in Wu City's storage anyway.
