I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 1019 - 1018: I’m a Professional at Breeding Sows

I didn’t expect that as soon as I arrived at the manor, I was nudged by a few familiar black pigs. These were the black pigs I sold to Gold Dominator during the mudslide! The black pigs seemed to remember the scent on her, and soon she saw the son of the former leader, awkwardly trying to catch pigs while wearing a gas mask—Gold Dominator.

Oh, Jun Bao and the previous leader are relatives, so living together is quite normal?

When Jing Shu arrived, Gold Dominator was just grabbing a boar, intending to mate it with a sow.

However, the boar and sow seemed disinterested in the matter, so the sow ran away and ended up nudging Jing Shu.

When they exchanged glances, there was a fleeting moment of awkwardness. Gold Dominator felt embarrassed; his once wise Little Overlord had turned into this—alas, for the black pigs’ offspring, he couldn’t not lower his head!

But Jing Shu was thick-skinned too, and seeing Gold Dominator’s manner, she knew what he wanted to do. As someone who had studied postnatal care for sows and other detailed knowledge, she adeptly lifted the sow and asked, "You want to mate the sow?"

"Ah.—Uh." Gold Dominator looked at the seemingly much brighter Jing Shu in disbelief, feeling a bit shy. "After you left, they’ve mated twice but haven’t conceived. I’m a bit anxious."

Jing Shu skillfully took out some mating medicine from her pocket, opened the pigs’ mouths, and popped them in. The pigs squealed, not knowing what they ate, smacked their lips, and soon were caught up in the chaos.

Then, the two pigs starred in a remarkable action movie right there, Gold Dominator watched awkwardly, while Jing Shu asked, "Is your father feeling better?"

Gold Dominator uncomfortably replied, "Better." Thankfully, he was wearing a gas mask, otherwise, his face would have turned red with embarrassment. "Much better thanks to your medicine."

After waiting for a while as the pigs hadn’t finished mating, Gold Dominator led her to Jun Bao’s office, escaping in a hurry, only to find Jun Bao bitterly struggling with a crisp cucumber, nibbling at it bit by bit as if it were poison, yet maintaining elegance with a familiar shadow.

Oh, I forgot this tyrant had anorexia; it’s really a wealthy disease.

He finally looked up and saw Jing Shu, without a trace of surprise, as if he had anticipated her arrival.

Only when he saw the box Jing Shu was carrying did the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly.

Jing Shu took out fresh vegetables, melons, and fruits from the Spiritual Spring Space and specifically brought along some dried raisins from the space, saying:

"I heard from the staff below that you’ve fainted a few times while working due to low blood sugar, so I’ve brought you some raisins. Snack on them when you have time to replenish your sugar."

"Thanks." Jun Bao pushed aside the cucumber in front of him, picked up the melons and fruits Jing Shu brought, chose a fresh cucumber, and bit into it, his face showing a captivated expression.

He sighed in satisfaction, "Why are the melons and fruits from your house so delicious?"

Jing Shu smiled slightly, naturally not revealing that things from the space are top quality.

She thought for a moment, then took out two cans of milk powder from the box. It seemed that over the past six months of her absence, the tyrant had either been too busy or lacked her feeding, and had become much thinner.

Jing Shu took the boiling tea from the tea tray, added milk powder, and brewed a rich, savory milk tea.

She poured a cup and handed it over.

Jun Bao raised an eyebrow; he couldn’t tolerate milk which always had a fishy smell that made him want to vomit when he drank, but Jing Shu’s milk tea was different. When it entered his mouth, it had a rich aroma that lingered.

He lowered his head, drank a cup, and revealed a satisfied expression before saying, "Do you need a favor?"

Otherwise, why would you give me two cans of milk powder?

Jing Shu rolled her eyes, "Afraid you’ll die, and no one will lead Wu City in the right direction!"

Jun Bao chuckled, "This time you went to the Middle East, Old Zhou was full of praise for you, and you were credited twice. Other approval rewards are gradually being issued."

"It’s alright."

Jing Shu conveniently took out some messy files from a few factories for Jun Bao to approve, sign, and stamp.

After completing the business, Jun Bao said, "The black branches you gave to Old Zhou have completed the third test experiment. They do have a purifying effect on the air, but can’t decompose and extract all substances, which is a bit unfortunate."

Jing Shu had anticipated this. As for the cultivation of Spiritual Spring and Black Egg, of course, mass manufacturing can’t be achieved simply by decomposing and extracting substances. Black Egg can only be sold as a luxury product, so she said:

"I know, so I plan to open a small-scale factory and sell a small quantity. Hmm, there will only be one store in the country, and it will belong to Wu City."

In the end, it’s about who you’re standing behind and whose thigh you’re hugging, and Jing Shu can distinguish that.

After hearing this, Jun Bao was even more satisfied, "Since that’s the case, we’ll define it as Wu City’s brand. I have transport channels here, which can be sold through the Imperial City Biodegradation Research Institute’s channels."

Jing Shu’s eyes lit up, "Can it be?"

Jun Bao nodded, "Yes, anyway, it’s convenient." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Thank you." Jing Shu sincerely said.

Jun Bao is from the Imperial Capital; there are still many foundations and means over there. He’s not asking for shares, just helping with selling and taking a commission, but will be responsible for transportation, sales, stocking, reputation, after-sales, etc.

It means that Jing Shu only needs to produce the goods, without even needing to rent or set up a storefront, and then hand it over to Jun Bao and the Imperial Research Institute.