"That's right, Teacher. The Middle Eastern clients will be visiting again next month. If the Actinomycetes outbreak happens to coincide with their visit, I'm afraid we won't just lose the four-billion order—we might not even be able to keep the guaranteed five-hundred-million order!" Ling Yiyi agreed anxiously.
"Ancient strategists liked to come up with three plans: the best, the middle, and the worst. I have three plans of my own," Song He said with a smile.
The three students looked pitifully at him, their eyes full of anticipation as if saying, "Please, Teacher, go on."
"The worst plan is a delaying tactic. You use the High-Priced Bactericide to wipe out the Actinomycetes first and make sure the crops can be harvested successfully this season."
"Although we'd definitely lose money, we'd secure the four-billion order from the Middle Eastern clients. Even if they paid in installments, the first payment would give us enough working capital. At the same time, we could establish the company's reputation instead of confirming the rumors online that we're going under. This kind of publicity effect would be worth losing money for a year."
"What do you think?" Song He asked, studying the three students.
"It's a desperate measure, and truly the worst plan!" Xia Wansan said worriedly. "If word got out that we were operating at a loss, it could easily backfire! We have potential enemies now. The moment we use an expensive sterilizing agent, they might obtain the evidence and publish it!"
"The company's reputation would be ruined. It'd be like lying to get money." Ling Yiyi shook her head as well. "What if another wave of Pearl Millet Sand Fleas comes next year?"
Pu Songchun remained as taciturn as ever, clearly not supporting the idea either.
"The middle plan is to find the person