Hotel.
Mr. Zhao warmly shook hands with several food processing industry bosses from Mingzhou, inviting them to have a seat and personally pouring drinks.
Given his status, the few were naturally quite flattered.
"Qu City, though it has Celestial Plate Mountain, isn't ruggedly mountainous. To the south, it's flat and with a suitable environment, perfect for growing vegetables and fruits."
"Having you all come here to build factories is beneficial for both sides."
"Mr. Zhao."
One person stood up, raised his glass politely, and said:
"You know our industry requires large-scale centralized planting for easy management. Qu City... currently doesn't have this environment."
"How come it doesn't?" Mr. Zhao responded:
"Haven't we set aside tens of thousands of acres specifically for growing cash crops?"
"Well..." one person hesitated, speaking in a low voice:
