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It was 7 p.m. that evening.

Pudong New Area Investment Promotion Bureau.

In the director's office.

Zhou Guodong was getting ready to leave work.

He's already wearing his suit jacket.

The briefcase was tucked under his arm.

My phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and looked at it.

An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.

Zhou Guodong frowned slightly.

Those calling at this time are mostly small business owners trying to pull strings.

He didn't answer.

He tossed his phone onto the table.

The phone kept ringing.

He impatiently swiped to answer the call.

"Hello Director Zhou, I am Ji Yanran, CEO of Future Technology."

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely capable.

Zhou Guodong paused for a moment as he tidied his briefcase.

Future technology?

Is this the mysterious capital firm that spent over 8 billion yuan to acquire Hongyuan New Energy half a month ago?

"Mr. Ji, what's the matter?" Zhou Guodong put his briefcase back on the table.

"Our company is preparing to invest in and build a new energy super factory in Pudong."

"The total investment shall not be less than 30 billion yuan."

"It has created more than 20,000 jobs."

Zhou Guodong almost dropped his phone.

Three hundred billion.

20,000 jobs.

He has been involved in investment promotion for twenty years.

I've seen quite a few large projects.

But a scale of 30 billion—

The total number of industrial investment projects received by the entire Pudong New Area over the past three years is less than half of this number.

"Mr. Ji... Mr. Ji." Zhou Guodong's throat went dry instantly. "Please wait a moment, the signal was a bit bad just now. Could you repeat that? What is the investment amount?"

"Three hundred billion." Ji Yanran spoke very clearly. "Director Zhou, we hope to complete the land transfer approval within half a month. The plot has been selected, which is the 1,000-mu reserve industrial land on the east side of Hongyuan New Energy."

Zhou Guodong's mind raced.

He knew that piece of land.

It's been listed for three years.

Nobody wanted it.

The location is remote.

Poor supporting facilities.

There isn't even a decent road.

"Half a month?" Zhou Guodong shook his head repeatedly. "President Ji, I can't make that decision. The normal process will take at least three months—"

"Director Zhou."

Ji Yanran interrupted him.

"Our boss said that if you can get it done within half a month, the project will be located in Pudong."

"If it's not handled properly—"

"There's plenty of land in Jiading and Lingang."

Zhou Guodong suddenly stood up from his chair.

The chair leg scraped against the marble floor with a piercing scream.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Ji!"

"I'm going to report to the district party secretary!"

We will get back to you within ten minutes!

hang up the phone.

Zhou Guodong didn't bother to put on his suit jacket.

He grabbed his phone and rushed outside.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor were turned on one by one by his hurried footsteps.

He ran all the way to the elevator and frantically pressed the down button.

The elevator is still on the 20th floor.

He kicked open the fire door in the stairwell.

Run straight down.

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the marble steps echoed in the hallway.

I ran to the underground parking garage.

He climbed into the black Passat.

Twist it all the way through.

The car veered off the underground parking garage.

Headed straight to the Pudong New Area District Committee compound.

Twenty minutes later.

District Party Committee Secretary's Office.

Secretary Song is reviewing documents.

The door was pushed open by Zhou Guodong.

"Song Shuji!"

Zhou Guodong was covered in sweat and leaned against the door frame, panting heavily.

"30 billion! 20,000 jobs!"

He rattled off the story of how Future New Energy planned to build a super factory.

"They demanded that the land transfer approval be completed within half a month."

"Otherwise, go to Jiading or Lingang."

The red pen in Song Shuji's hand stopped in mid-air.

The ink smudged into a red dot on the document.

He put down his pen.

Take off your reading glasses.

"sit."

Zhou Guodong plopped down on the sofa.

He took the tea from his secretary and gulped down half a cup in one go.

Song Shuji leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

An investment of 30 billion.

20,000 jobs.

If this project really does land in Pudong—

Just by driving up land prices, it can generate hundreds of millions of yuan in fiscal revenue.

Not to mention the driving effect on the upstream and downstream industrial chains.

Battery factories need raw materials.

Raw materials require logistics.

Logistics requires warehousing.

Warehousing requires supporting facilities.

Behind the 20,000 jobs lies the spending power of 20,000 families.

Shopping malls, restaurants, schools, and hospitals.

The economy of the entire area will be revitalized.

Song Shuji picked up the red telephone on the table.

"Connect with the Planning Bureau."

"Take over to the Land Bureau."

"Connect to the Construction Bureau."

"Notify all relevant department heads to attend a meeting in the China Merchants Group conference room in fifteen minutes."

He stood up.

Pick up the coat hanging on the hanger.

"Walk."

"I'm not going to sleep tonight."

"This matter must be resolved within three days."

Fifteen minutes later.

China Merchants Group's main conference room.

The long table was filled with heads of more than a dozen departments.

Each of them had a solemn expression.

Song Shuji sat in the main seat.

He tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Show us the approval process."

"It normally takes three months."

"I want to compress it to three days."

"Who will handle each of the procedures?"

"What time limit?"

"Let's make a decision now."

There was a long silence in the conference room.

The director of the planning bureau was the first to speak: "Secretary Song, adjustments to the land planning require at least—"

"How long will it take at least?"

"One month..."

"The approval document for the planning adjustment must be delivered to the Investment Promotion Bureau before the end of the workday tomorrow afternoon."

"But--"

"No buts," Secretary Song interrupted him. "If you can't do it, then find someone who can to take your place."

The planning bureau chief was sweating and nodded repeatedly.

The head of the land bureau raised his hand.

"The issue of land prices—"

What's the lowest discount you can get on industrial land?

"30% off".

"50% off".

The land bureau chief could barely hold his pen.

"Secretary Song, if it's half price..."

"At the most critical moment in attracting investment, we cannot afford to falter over small accounts."

"With an investment of 30 billion and annual tax revenue of several hundred million, what's a discount on land transfer fees?"

The land bureau chief shut his mouth.

The next two hours.

No one in the meeting room dared to say "no" anymore.

Each approval process is broken down into its smallest steps.

Each step has a designated person in charge and a precise timeframe.

It's 10:30 p.m.

End of the meeting.

Zhou Guodong picked up his phone.

I took two deep breaths.

I dialed Ji Yanran's number.

"President Ji."

"Secretary Song spoke personally."

"The approval process will be completed within three days."

"The land price will be reduced by half from the starting bid."

When can we sign a contract with Future New Energy?

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Ji Yanran's voice came through.

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

"Future Technology Building"

"Sign the contract."

Zhou Guodong hung up the phone.

Looking at the night view outside the window.

It's very windy in Pudong.

They squeezed in through the crack in the glass.

He reached out and rubbed his face.

The wrinkles on her face were smoothed out with her fingertips.

Three days.

This piece of land, which has been listed for three years without any takers, is finally going to be sold.

Moreover, it's a massive project worth 30 billion.

Pudong's investment attraction figures this year are likely to rank among the top three nationwide.

No.

It might be number one in the country.

A young man who had just started working there came over.

"Director Zhou, just who is this Future New Energy? They just casually mention 30 billion without even flinching?"

Zhou Guodong put his phone in his pocket.

He turned his head away.

"backing?"

"A month and a half ago, the boss of this company spent more than 8 billion yuan in cash to acquire Hongyuan New Energy."

"Two weeks ago, they spent over 10 billion yuan to buy up all the world's top battery equipment."

"The contract will be signed tomorrow, another 30 billion."

"What kind of background did you say you have?"

The young man's mouth was open.

It took me a long time to close it.

Eight billion.

10 billion.

Three hundred billion.

It adds up to almost 50 billion.

This is not how you run a company.

This is clearly throwing money away.

……

Nine o'clock the next morning.

Future Technology Building.

Twenty-eighth floor.

The meeting room door was pushed open from the inside.

Song Shuji came out.

He held a commemorative plaque with a gold frame in his hand.

He was followed by more than a dozen heads of relevant departments.

Ji Yanran saw the guest off in her high heels.

Zhou Guodong walked at the very back.

Holding the land transfer contract stamped with the red seal, his fingers were still trembling slightly.

Four million per mu.

One thousand acres.

The total price is four billion.

It saved half the budget.

Moreover, the entire process was completed in just three days.

This speed should rank among the top three in the history of attracting investment nationwide.

The elevator doors closed.

Ji Yanran turned around.

He took out his phone.

I took a picture of the contract's signature page.

It was sent to Li Yichen.

A sentence was added.

"It's done, four billion."

Li Yichen was standing in the wasteland he had just bought.

The weeds are still so tall.

There are still so many mosquitoes.

He looked down at his phone screen.

His lips twitched slightly.

Four billion.

It was almost half as low as he had expected.

Song Shuji really went all out.

He enlarged the photo of the signed page.

A red official seal was stamped on the paper.

The ink wasn't completely dry yet.

From this day forward, this thousand-acre plot of land belongs to the Li family.