Wen Renzhou put down the document in his hand and looked at his subordinates with some confusion.
Sheryl, the person in charge of "Mustard Seed", was excited: "The boss is indeed a boss! He really has a vision!"
Buy one and get more, it’s so worth it!
God knows how many treasure anchors she had in the past, but now these people are "throwing themselves into the trap" one after another. How can she not be happy! She just wants to go out and beat gongs and drums to celebrate!
Wenren Zhou was still confused: "So what happened?"
Sherrill smiled broadly: "More than half of the top anchors in Xingxiu have applied to join Mustard Seed!"
Is there such a good thing?
Now even Wen Renzhou became happy: "These are good people, they have vision!"
Sherrill was already used to the narcissism of her boss, and continued to explain: "This is also the result of the right time, right place and right people. The current person in charge of Xingxiu is nepotistic, and the platform anchor will certainly be dissatisfied."
"Coupled with the preferential treatment we give to Miss Meng, they will naturally be moved."
This "great defection" of star hosts is both accidental and inevitable.
"We must seize this opportunity," Wen Renzhou said categorically, "these anchors who come here will all receive preferential treatment, and we want everyone to know that we attach great importance to the ancient culture section!"
Our ancestors have taught us that we must pass on the excellent culture of our home planet at all costs!
The children of the Wenren family will always remember this in their hearts.
Sheryl smiled charmingly and pushed her long curly hair behind her ears: "Don't worry, boss! Leave this matter to me!"
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At this time, Meng Nanxu was receiving a special guest.
"Hello, Miss Meng, I'm Gu Lan," the gray-haired old man said with a smile.
Meng Nanxu quickly turned sideways to let him in: "Hello, I am Meng Nanxu. Nice to meet you."
This was a master-level figure in the study of ancient culture in the Federation. Meng Nanxu was in awe of him every minute after learning about his achievements.
The two men and women following him also said hello to Meng Nanxu.
Meng Nanxu responded with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Lang, hello, Ms. Li."
These two people were Lang Yushan, director of the Institute of Ancient Culture, and Li Lan, chief of the agricultural department.
Li Lan has an elegant temperament and a spring breeze-like feeling. She held Meng Nanxu's hand and said sincerely:
"Thank you for everything you have done for our Agriculture Department. Today I can finally thank you in person."
If it weren't for Meng Nanxu, how could their agricultural department be where it is today?
Sufficient funding, enough voice, and the attention of the director of the institute - these are all brought by her.
Li Lan was full of gratitude for the young woman in front of him.
"What are you talking about?" Meng Nanxu was a little embarrassed, "You are really helpful to me."
With a wide variety of kitchen utensils and a variety of fruits and vegetables, it can be said that they have half of the credit for Meng Nanxu's success.
In particular, plant growth chemicals have played a decisive role in this natural plant trend.
Li Lan's smile became even deeper now, and even the smiles of Ge Lan and Lang Yushan were a little more sincere.
Rather than arrogant geniuses, people prefer to interact with smart people who are grateful, courteous, and humble, and they are certainly no exception.
"Ah Mo, are you okay? The guests have arrived."
"It'll be ready soon," a low but deep voice sounded, with a cold tone that easily reminded people of the falling snowflakes on the ice sheet.
The three people present immediately became curious about Meng Nanxu's partner.
What would her lover be like?
The man who walked out of the kitchen was wearing a white housecoat. He had a tall and straight figure and a cold and calm temperament, giving people a cold feeling, as if he was the ice and snow itself.
This is a very special man.
"This is what A-Xu specially prepared for you." Wei Shengmo put the tray on the table.
He didn't say much because he knew very well that today was his Asu's home court, and the only thing he needed to do was cooperate with her.
Ge Lan and Li Lan's eyes were quickly attracted by the things on the tray, but Lang Yushan took a second look at Wei Shengmo, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
Wei Shengmo was so keen that he naturally noticed his appraising eyes, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
Meng Nanxu picked up the teapot and poured tea for everyone, and a fresh smell instantly filled the whole room.
Grant was immediately attracted by the smell.
"This is--"
"It's tea," Meng Nanxu chuckled, "it's called Silver Needle."
As its name suggests, Silver Needle Tea is shaped like a needle, densely covered with white pekoe, and has a color like silver. It is known as the beauty among teas.
Meng Nanxu actually doesn't understand tea, but she loves the sweet taste of Silver Needle.
Hearing this name, Grant was in a trance for a moment.
"Silver needles...I have seen them in Mr. Meng's notes."
The way he picked up the teacup and drank the tea was very awkward, but surprisingly he didn't make any mistakes.
Glenru followed the few lines of text in his distant memory and took a careful sip. The clear aroma went straight into his heart, instantly sweeping away the undetectable irritability in his heart.
After swallowing the tea soup, he did not rush to take a second sip, but slowly savored the taste in his mouth.
Is this the tea recorded by our ancestors?
Glenn was filled with emotions.
Lang Yushan and Li Lan were also moved by this simple cup of tea.
This is a taste that returns to nature. Just a few sips make people feel refreshed and peaceful.
"What Mr. Meng said is indeed true," Li Lan said with no concealment of the love in her eyes. "Tea is a miracle given to us by nature."
Wei Shengmo nodded in agreement.
Big Cat's love for tea almost surprised Meng Nanxu. From the first time he drank tea, he became very interested in tea.
Wei Shengmo volunteered to make today's tea, so he would bring it out from the kitchen.
Lang Yushan was curious, "Is the Mr. Meng you are talking about the Tibetan keeper Meng Sixing?"
Meng Sixing...
Meng Nanxu's eyes moved slightly.
"Yes," Li Lan swallowed the tea and said slowly, "it would be great if nothing happened to Mr. Meng back then."
Meng Nanxu placed the mung bean cake in front of several people: "I wonder who you are talking about Mr. Meng -"
Grant explained: "Mr. Meng was the 'Tibetan Keeper' who was responsible for managing ancient cultural delicacies. He left several notebooks in which he recorded many of his discoveries and experiences."
"Almost all of the remaining recipes come from his notes," Li Lan said, then picked up a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth.
The faint sweetness quickly spreads in the mouth, and in the blink of an eye, it merges with the remaining aroma of the Silver Needle.
Mung bean cake perfectly neutralizes the light bitterness of white tea, making the tea fresher to a higher level.
A hint of surprise appeared in Li Lan's eyes.
"Since Mr. Meng is so important, why don't the people of the federation know his name?"
Wei Shengmo suddenly joined the conversation.
"Because someone erased his name," Lang Yushan took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands with a hint of ridicule in his voice.
Erased?
Who can erase the name of a "Tibetan keeper"?
Those who were selected as Tibetan guardians back then were all elites without exception.
Meng Nanxu felt vaguely that she had touched the truth. She pretended to ask casually: "Why does this person want to erase other people's names?"
This time it was Gulen who answered the question, and he recounted what happened that year in a somewhat hoarse voice.
"It was an accident. The star beast attacked the human base and destroyed nearly half of humankind's information."
"The most severely damaged among them is the ancient cultural delicacies. The star beast's innate flame swallowed up the entire data room."
Having said this, Grant sighed.
"Mr. Meng and his assistant also died in the disaster."
Meng Nanxu quickly found the point: "Assistant? Does Mr. Meng still have an assistant?"
"Yes, Mr. Meng's assistant's surname is Li and his name is Li Yuanzhong."
Lang Yushan smiled bitterly: "Teacher, why did you say these things?"
Grant glared at his apprentice: "What can't be said!"
He said angrily: "To bury the heroes because of personal grudges is simply stupid!"
Wei Shengmo quickly found relevant information in his memory: "Who is Li Suixin, the first head of the Li family, Li Yuanzhong?"
Dong dong dong——
Meng Nanxu's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.