She flipped through a few more notes, her eyes narrowing in thought.
"You should…"
She began to tell him which Gene he should add in which crop.
He nodded and made a few mental adjustments.
For now, his goal wasn't to create crops that evolved faster; he just needed good ones that sell.
So, he avoided loading the seeds with Quality Improvement Genes.
Instead, he used normal Genes. Quality mattered more than probability of evolution at the moment.
After several minutes of replanting, he finally stood upright and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The field stretched before him, two hundred hectares of freshly seeded soil.
He let out a slow breath and turned toward the small house nearby where Chairman Lucius was waiting.
Selene followed him back, holding her notes against her chest. "How long will it take for them to mature?"
"It should be done in an hour," Isaac said casually, heading toward the sink to wash his hands.
Selene stopped mid-step. "An hour?"
