Costa believed that Miss Thalia would come back to him. Though she had tried hard to hide her interest in the high-yield wheat, her eyes had given her away.
As for the seeds of this high-yield wheat, Costa had another patron to thank: a French botanist.
The French botanist had not only provided funding but had also traveled with Costa's expedition aboard the same ship to the Amazon Rainforest.
Thanks to the botanist's extensive knowledge, Costa and his expedition had avoided being wiped out by accidentally eating poisonous plants along the way.
Deep in the rainforest, they had discovered some ruins. Unfortunately, there was no gold or jewelry. Just as everyone was disappointedly preparing to leave,
the French botanist cried out excitedly that he had found treasure. The expedition members pushed him aside, only to see a field of wheat.
Everyone let out a sigh. The botanist had gone mad.
But the excited botanist began telling them about his discovery.
He said this kind of wheat could increase Europe's wheat yields by at least ten percent. It was a food that could change humanity's destiny, and history would remember him for it.
In the end, however, history forgot him.
The expedition members, blinded by greed, killed the botanist and buried him beneath the wheat field.
They stole the botanist's discovery, but when they returned to Europe, no one would buy it from them. Not only did they fail to sell the seeds, they were repeatedly driven out as frauds.
Then they remembered their other patron and the rubber tree seeds soaking in the water tanks.
Now Costa and his men all saw Thalia as a fat lamb, ready to fleece her for a handsome profit.
"Boss, Miss Thalia is here." A bald-headed underling dressed like a farmer entered the room,