They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Though he had only been away for a few days, Fang Chenyi missed Bai Menghan terribly.

Unfortunately, aside from the security team and Char, no one else was at the villa.

He sent Bai Menghan a message on WeChat, but she was in class. Fang Chenyi sighed in resignation; all that pent-up passion would have to wait until evening.

Fortunately, there was still plenty of business to attend to. The funds were now in place, and the land planning for the business district had already begun.

Thinking of his recent idea to build villas on the small hill, Fang Chenyi quickly called Wei Yilong.

Wei Yilong was so busy these days his feet barely touched the ground. Not only was he running the waste transfer company, but Fang Chenyi had also entrusted him with planning the entire business district.

When he received Fang Chenyi’s call, he was in the middle of discussing land compensation payments with Director Sun.

When he saw the call was from Fang Chenyi, Wei Yilong gestured to Director Sun, murmured an apology, then stepped out of the office to answer his phone.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

Hearing the fatigue in Wei Yilong’s voice, Fang Chenyi felt a pang of guilt. ’But what can I do?’ he thought. ’I really don’t have anyone else to delegate to right now.’

"Yilong, I was just thinking. You remember that small hill right by the sea, right? Don’t level it. I’m planning to fence off the whole area and redevelop it. I want to build some villas there."

On the other end, Wei Yilong was left speechless by Fang Chenyi’s words. ’Taking over an entire hill just to build his own villas... What an idea.’

But then he remembered Fang Chenyi’s deep pockets, and it all made sense.

"Heh heh, you’ve got a great eye, Boss. It’s got the hill, the sea, and there’s even a small natural waterfall in the middle of it. It’s a fantastic spot. I actually thought it would be a shame to level it when I first saw it. Okay, I happen to be with Director Sun right now, so just leave it to me."

After a brief chat about the planning progress, Fang Chenyi hung up.

Sitting in his study, he thought for a moment, then called his father-in-law to ask about the current situation. Learning that everything was normal, Fang Chenyi was finally able to relax.

He considered that building the business district wasn’t a job for a single corporation; Southern Airlines couldn’t possibly foot the entire bill. So, after taking out a pen and paper to sketch out a plan, he set his sights on Xuanji Animation Technology Development Co., Ltd.

Xuanji Technology was currently in the process of merging and reorganizing with Big Stick Animation Entertainment Company. This was the perfect opportunity to move their headquarters over.

He called Su Zhenjun, the head of Xuanji Technology, explained the corporate relocation, and told him to immediately organize a team to come over and participate in the planning.

As for the design of the headquarters building, Su Zhenjun wouldn’t need to worry about it. Fang Chenyi had no intention of leaving the design of these buildings—be it the Southern Airlines Headquarters, Xuanji Entertainment, Lu Chao Technology, or any others—to their respective companies.

He wanted a unified whole. To put it bluntly, all the corporate skyscrapers had to be designed according to the overall plan for the business district. He was going to use all the headquarters buildings to create an architectural wonder of the world.

Of course, Fang Chenyi planned to hire several of the most professional design teams to work on the designs together in the near future.

Su Zhenjun had no objections to relocating the headquarters. Are you kidding? Under their new boss, Xuanji had already swallowed up the largest animation company in all of Stick Country. Not only that, but what happened at the exhibition in Tokyo had also given Su Zhenjun unprecedented hope.

Now, he was looking forward to the day Xuanji Entertainment would become a world-class animation company!

The business district planning was underway, and the funds were secured. According to his father-in-law, all of Southern Airlines’ operations had also been fully restored this morning.

Everything was getting on track. Now, the only thing left for Fang Chenyi to do, it seemed, was to quickly fatten up his own wallet.

With the five billion injection from Southern Airlines, Fang Chenyi hadn’t needed to use his own seven hundred million-plus. Adding what he’d "picked up" at the golf course, he now had eight hundred million on hand.

Eight hundred million might seem like a lot, but when it was time to spend, it was nothing~

That’s right, next to nothing.

He thought about how he still had to keep working hard at his grand undertaking of "picking up scraps." The road ahead was long. Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but pull out his phone and call Wei Yilong again.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Wei Yilong, who had just stepped out of Director Sun’s office, saw it was the boss calling again and quickly answered.

"Boss, I just spoke with Director Sun about the hill. He said it’s no problem at all."

The news didn’t surprise Fang Chenyi—he’d expected as much. However, that wasn’t his primary concern. He let Wei Yilong finish, said, "Got it," and then changed the subject.

"By the way, Yilong, how much longer until the waste transfer and processing center can be put into operation?"

This was his biggest concern at the moment. The sooner that place was up and running, the sooner he could get on the fast track to wealth.

Hearing this, Wei Yilong gave a wry smile and said:

"According to the plan, it’ll still be another two months. After all, when you gave me the extra investment, I ordered a whole new set of state-of-the-art processing equipment. The equipment hasn’t even shipped yet. The manufacturer said it won’t leave the factory until the middle of this month. Then there’s about fifteen days for shipping, ten days for installation, plus calibration... at the very least, it’ll be two months."

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi knew there was nothing he could do. ’Good things come to those who wait,’ he thought. He sighed, said he understood, and told Wei Yilong to push the manufacturer to speed things up whenever he had a chance. Then, he reluctantly hung up. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Fang Chenyi leaned back in the soft chair. He pondered how he could "pick up scraps" more quickly and effectively before the waste transfer center was operational.

As he was thinking, RING RING RING~

The phone he had just placed on the desk rang.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose again, reached for the phone, and a smile touched his lips as he looked at the screen.

He answered the call, and a girl’s pitiful little voice immediately came through the receiver:

"Sob, sob... Bro, do you have time to come pick up your poor little sister?~"

That’s right, the call was from Fang Jinjin. Hearing her, Fang Chenyi was a little confused. He glanced at his watch and asked:

"Pick you up? Isn’t it only Wednesday? It’s not your weekend to come home, is it?"

Standing at the school gate, Fang Jinjin pouted and said unhappily:

"The high school entrance exams are the day after tomorrow, so our teachers let us out today to relax a bit. I called Dad, but he just said he was in a meeting and hung up. Same thing with Mom. Aigh~ Here I am, your poor, pitiful sister, standing all alone at the school gate with nobody to look after me~"