"Professor Yu, you look like you didn't sleep a wink. Did you rush here from the Provincial Capital first thing in the morning?"
Yang Qi greeted him while signaling to Ma Xiaoling, who had followed him in, to brew some tea.
"That's not important! Advisor Yang, you have to see this!"
As soon as he saw Yang Qi, Yu Chengbang bolted over and all but shoved a stack of reports into his hands. The A4 paper was still warm from the printer, and he had been clutching it tightly.
Then, his speech accelerated to a frantic pace, his hands waving wildly.
"Advisor Yang, on the eastern side of your zoo, there's a small hill near the back mountain's buffer zone. It's about eighty meters high, and on its sun-facing slope, there are several dozen clusters of naturally growing Wild Mountain Tea."
"A few days ago, during a routine sampling, I noticed those tea plants looked particularly vigorous. Their leaves were glossy and thick, so I took a few extra samples."
