At the Institute of Ancient Botany of San Francisco, researcher Ross walked to the office of Anderson, the director of the institute, with a report that had just been faxed back from the South Coast. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

“SHIT！” Anderson read the report sent by Ross, and slammed the report on his desk with an angry face, "Damn, those bastards must have invested huge sums of money, I really shouldn't trust those bastards!" ”

"Director Anderson, has the experiment failed again?" Rose asked.

Anderson nodded, "Yes, again, failure!" The pen holder snake wood seeds that we painstakingly extracted from the alder genes are dying in that damn place again! ”

"Maybe it's because of us, I mean, after all, the pen holder snake wood is a plant from the Jurassic era and may not be able to survive in our time, or the pen holder snake wood that we have refined is inherently mutilated, after all, we have never had a similar ancient specimen plant in our hands." "Or, we should go to Asia to plant these man-made ancient plant seeds, you know, in Asia, there are a lot of alder trees, and the pen holder snake wood is also a kind of alder, maybe you can survive in that magical place." ”

But this annoyed Anderson.

"Damn it, Rose, I have to suspect that you've been co-opted by those damn merchants in the South, don't you believe in the efforts of our institute for so many years?" Anderson slammed the table and yelled, "Get out of here now, now!" ”

"Okay, Director Anderson, you should be discouraged, after all, this is not the first time you have failed." Rose shrugged noncommittally, and under Anderson's fire-breathing eyes, he turned to leave.

“SHIT！” Anderson sat down in the swivel chair and breathed heavily.

Bite!

The computer on the desk makes a crisp sound, which is the only way to receive an email from someone important.

Anderson suppressed his anger and opened the mailbox.

"It's an email from Mr. Mayor!" Anderson couldn't help but sit up straight and double-click on the email.

Anderson, the director of the Institute of Paleobotany, also knows a little about air quality and water quality, but after seeing these two test reports, he is a little suspicious that what he knew before is an expired product of the last century.

"Double 7A Air Quality and Water Quality ......," Anderson muttered to himself, "Are you kidding me?" ”

Bell......

The office phone on the desk rang, and Anderson picked it up and said, "Hey, this is the San Francisco ......."

"Oh, it's me, Lee Mong-hyun! Anderson, did you get my email? ”

On the other end of the phone, it was the mayor of San Francisco, Li Mengxian!

"yes, sir, I've already received your email, but, this ......" Although Anderson is a crazy researcher, he also knows that it is irrational to confront the mayor, but this pair of 7A level is really outrageous, this is simply challenging his IQ!

"Don't you think that's incredible?"

This is not only incredible, it is completely fantastical, more fairy tale than Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale!

“…… At first I thought it was a joke or a farce, but when I went to this place myself, oh, I couldn't believe that there is a place in the world where the air is so fresh, it's like paradise......"

Mayor Lee Mengxian used all the pompous words on the other end of the phone to describe the Bakerburg Ranch, which made Anderson's firm conviction begin to waver a little.

"Mr. Mayor, are you telling the truth?"

"I know you can't believe it, or imagine it right now, but there's no joke in every word I say." Li Mengxian's slightly old and hoarse voice was a little panting, no way, after leaving the Baker Fort Farm, he now smelled the air outside as if he was in a single toilet room where a certain old man forgot to flush the toilet after finishing the tuba, which was really breathless.

"Oh, that's, that's really, it's really ......" Anderson was a little unable to take it, even if there really is such a magical place in this world, then you should call a reporter, or call the president of the White House directly, and ask him to go on vacation in this double 7A 'paradise', what does it mean to email me and call again?

Could it be that because my research has been unsuccessful for so many years and has cost a lot of money, the mayor intends to transfer me? Let me go to the EPA? Or go straight to manage this magical double 7A level paradise?

Oh, FUCK! , go to his meow's double 7A level, no one wants me to give up my research!

Anderson's hand holding the microphone was exposed, and he resisted the urge to smash the microphone directly, and continued to listen to the mayor's words.

"yes, that's amazing, isn't it?" The old mayor obviously had no way of knowing the complex psychological activities of the person on the other end of the phone at this time, otherwise he would have hung up the phone.

"But there's still more to come!" The old mayor said mysteriously, "You know? The owner of this land actually planted Asian agarwood trees and red sandalwood trees there, and several trees survived smoothly! ”

Are Asian Tree Species Growing in North America? And is it also agarwood and red sandalwood, two precious and rare tree species?

Anderson suddenly became a little excited, as a scientific researcher who studies plants for a living, he clearly knows that there must be a lot of 'greasy' in it, thinking of the research he is now doing, Anderson suddenly has a feeling of breaking away the dark clouds and seeing the sky.

"Sir, your consciousness is saying, yes ......"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not done yet." The old mayor laughed.

"Of course, please." Anderson suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

"Besides, I know that he didn't know where he got the alder tree, and it has been planted, and according to him, it must have begun to sprout, although I don't know if it's true or not, but I think I need to tell you, isn't it?" The old mayor said playfully.

"Alder species?" Anderson's mouth opened wide and asked in disbelief, "Mr. Mayor, is it really Alder?" ”

You must know that California allocates a huge amount of money every year to cooperate with those big capitalists to establish ancient plant planting bases on the southern coast, although many bases have been built, but none of them can really grow ancient plants.

"Well, I'm sure he won't lie to me, and as for the rest, maybe you'll want to have a good chat with him." The old mayor turned into an old driver, and he was kind and seductive.

"Oh God, of course it's not a problem, I'm very honored!" Anderson couldn't wait to see that ...... right now Uh, what's the name?

"Okay, I'll send you the contact information later, keep an eye out for text messages, Anderson." The old mayor finally said.

"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Mayor!"