CHAPTER 384: CHAPTER 92: EXPERIMENTAL "XIAO BAI MOUSE" (PART 2)

Huang Tengchong approached in an almost flattering manner, and Miss Aisha quite enjoyed it. Before coming to China, she only crammed a few phrases of everyday Chinese.

Damn Chinese, why is it so tongue-twisting? And if she was also to encounter Zhou Ziang giving her the cold shoulder, how would she carry out her activities next?

With Huang Tengchong as such a useful translator, her journey in China would undoubtedly be much more relaxed and pleasant. Miss Aisha glanced at Huang Tengchong, got used to his face, and her expressions softened a bit.

"How can I let you? I heard from my mother that Mr. Huang is also a big shot in Beijing, putting aside your business to follow me isn’t quite appropriate," Miss Aisha said, her cherry lips slightly parted, her hand stroking through her golden hair, eyes narrowed, her voice a mix of reproach and delight, sending shivers down Huang Tengchong’s spine, wishing he could hug and take a bite of her.

"Miss Aisha, I’m flattered that you don’t despise me. Last time’s phosphate was also thanks to your help. To serve such a beauty, not to mention mountains of gold and silver, even my very life, I could give up," Huang Tengchong feigned a flattered look, pointing out street views of Beijing to her.

Miss Aisha also followed along, glancing out the window.

Although it was not her first time in China, she had previously transferred flights in Beijing on her way to Guiyang when she went to Guizhou to search for rare birds.

In her memory, the impressions China left her can only be described in three words: dirty, messy, poor.

The street view was gray; the buildings were short and dilapidated; the streets were crammed with bicycles, pedestrians, and vehicles that never paid attention to traffic signals.

At intersections, one could often see old men wearing red armbands, holding red flags, blowing whistles, and maintaining order. But now, looking again,

four years have passed in a blink of an eye, and from what she saw all the way, Beijing has completely changed within just four years.

The number of cars on the roads has greatly increased, including some branded private cars. High-rise buildings sprang up, competing to stand taller.

Neat and orderly traffic and uniformed traffic police could be seen everywhere. Miss Aisha kind of understood why Zhou Ziang insisted on returning home rather than staying in the United States.

"Speaking of the last time’s phosphate herbicide, how did it work?" Miss Aisha casually asked. That batch of phosphate was prepared with the help of one of her admirers using Mengshan Company’s product, which should have been foolproof.

When the phosphate was mentioned, Huang Tengchong paused; he was just waiting to ask Miss Aisha about this. After an incident at the Milk Feed Factory, his brother-in-law - the person in charge of the Milk Feed Factory - reported to the police, mentioning the couple that had moved in not long ago.

He said that before the couple moved in, the Milk Feed Factory was all fine, the cows could run, the sheep could eat, but since the one time the cattle and sheep grazed near a farm, not too far away, they first fell ill, and later, over a hundred cows mysteriously dropped dead in the factory, undoubtedly related to that couple.

The police, following usual procedure, visited the farm, and Huang Tengchong’s brother-in-law joined in the commotion.

Following this visit, after a few questions by the police, it was confirmed that the couple were college students who had arrived in the countryside about a month ago, generally not having conflicts with others. On the night the incident happened, they even had guests at their house, pointing away any suspicion. Instead, the person in charge of the Milk Feed Factory was reprimanded.

What was annoying was, the person in charge of the Milk Feed Factory saw potato sprouts in the farm, lush and vibrant, not at all like they had been treated with a phosphate herbicide. Huang Tengchong brought this up specifically, waiting for Miss Aisha to inquire, and sure enough, she asked.

"What’s wrong? Was the medicine Peter prepared not effective?" Miss Aisha primarily handled animal-based development and didn’t involve herself much in plants, but the person who prepared that phosphate was a senior employee; logically, there should not be any issue with the effectiveness of the medicine.

"Ah, it’s not about being ineffective. The initial experiment results were quite good, but I don’t know if it was because it rained shortly after, soon enough, those damn weeds started growing back," although Feng Bird didn’t figure out Xiao Xian’s identity, ever since that couple arrived, Huang Tengchong faced continuous troubles in his tasks, leading him, quite superstitiously, to believe that couple was to blame.

"It can’t be. Mr. Huang, you don’t have to worry, I will definitely resolve this. This is about the reputation of our Mengshan Company," Miss Aisha wasn’t someone who would take advantage for no reason, and moreover, she still needed Huang Tengchong’s help with upcoming tasks. She had to figure out the cause of the phosphate’s failure.

"It’s not worth troubling Miss Aisha over such a small issue," Huang Tengchong also knew that Aisha was involved in animal research, and even if they were to examine the product issue, the person who prepared it was far in the United States, making the process quite bothersome.

"It’s no trouble; on the contrary, you’ve given me a reason to find Ziang. He is the expert in this field." Miss Aisha pursed her lips, took out her phone, and dialed Zhou Ziang’s number.

"Ziang, your phone." The Zhou couple, sitting in the living room eating fruit, got a call in English and quickly called their son to answer.

"Ang," Miss Aisha said cheerfully, "I’ve just received a major client’s complaint about the non-lasting effect of a herbicide. Can you come over and help look into it?" There was indeed an expert in plant research.

"Okay, how about tomorrow? Take me to the site," Zhou Ziang, after hearing Miss Aisha’s account, also felt it was somewhat peculiar. Mengshan’s herbicides were flagship products; how could they suddenly become ineffective without any obvious reason? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)