"I am. Who is this?"
"Hello, I'm Zhao Xingli from the Southwest Agricultural Research Institute. We saw your geese today and were very interested. Would it be convenient for you to sell us some goose eggs for research? The price is negotiable, and we can share our research results with you."
"Sorry." Lu Ao paused. "What I raise are ordinary Lionhead Geese. If you have high expectations, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
"No, no, no. I've studied geese for years. Your geese definitely aren't Lionhead Geese—or rather, your Lionhead Geese have mutated in some way. We're very interested in this. If it's convenient, could we meet and discuss it in person?"
"Where?"
"If it's convenient for you, we'd like to come to your village and talk to you ourselves. We'd also like to take a look at the Lionhead Geese's living environment."
Lu Ao paused for a moment.
Afraid he would refuse, the person on the other end called out again, "Mr. Lu?"
"Mm." Lu Ao said, "You can come over to talk. When would you like to come?"
"If you agree, we'll book flights and head over right away. We should be able to arrive tomorrow morning."
"There's no need to rush that much. The day after tomorrow." Lu Ao pondered it. "I'll make preparations so I can receive you then. Please also bring the relevant identification documents when you come."
"Okay, okay, no problem. Thank you. We'll be there early the day after tomorrow, right on time."
Lu Ao agreed and hung up.
He continued walking toward the village hand in hand with Song Zhou, but before they had gone ten meters, his phone rang again.
Lu Ao looked like he wanted to throw his phone straight to the ground.
Song Zhou turned to look at him, casually