Kav said, "Of course. Mister Qin asked you to sit in because he wanted to hear your suggestions. Office Director Lü, please speak freely."
The director of State No. 12's Agriculture Office had retired in early November, and the position had remained vacant ever since.
Anyone with eyes could tell that Kav was making room for the newly arrived Lü Boming.
After spending nearly a month investigating the various regions of State No. 12 and gathering extensive information at the grassroots level, Lü Boming returned to the State Government, where Kav immediately promoted him from an Agriculture Office administrator to its director.
Now, he was also the person at Qin Siyang's side with the greatest authority on agricultural matters.
"Hello, Mister Qin, Governor Jonathan. I'm Lü Boming, director of State No. 12's Agriculture Office."
"I know you," Jonathan said. "You're someone Mister Qin trusts, helping Governor Kav run State No. 12."
As Qin Siyang's status continued to rise, Jonathan had changed the way he addressed him from "Student Qin" to "Mister Qin."
"Office Director Lü, what would you like to say?" Qin Siyang asked.
"Mister Qin, I'd like to share some thoughts on black sweet potatoes."
"Mister Qin, you may never have heard of this crop, let alone eaten it. The commonly known reason is just as Governor Kav said: it tastes terrible and is extremely difficult to swallow. There's even a saying, 'One bite of black sweet potato takes three mouthfuls of water.' So after appearing briefly, it was abandoned by all the major farms."
"However, when I conducted field investigations of black sweet potato farms in State No. 12, I discovered that this explanation wasn't correct."
Kav asked, "You only just returned, so I haven't had time to hear your report. Let me ask you now, then: we