In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

Wen Yiyan has been very busy lately.

After all, they were publicly called out and warned.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Ma, Xiao Chu, that's the gist of it. Secretary Dakang has already explained it very clearly."

Wen Yiyan sat with his legs crossed in the office of the Secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee, speaking in an arrogant tone, even more so than the original owner, Li Dakang. "As long as you sign this document, you'll get GDP, policy recognition, and long-term support."

Wen Yiyan raised his hand and pushed over a standard "Jingzhou Metropolitan Area Member Signature Form" document. "Jingzhou and even Handong guarantee to gradually relocate some enterprises to the 'Two Han Economic Corridor Area' within five years, including but not limited to existing industries and some southern merchants and foreign-funded enterprises."

"At the same time, within the Jingzhou region, you three cities will be given equal policy recognition in terms of cultural and academic qualifications, civil service examinations, and home purchases."

"It served as the prelude to the new era of the Han Dynasty."

"Handong recognizes your three cities as specially invited guests to participate in the competition, in accordance with the rules and regulations for selecting and appointing personnel in the Hanchao League."

"In addition to the two existing high-speed railways, Jingzhou will also plan and implement subway and expressway projects connecting the three cities within ten years."

"Once you sign, all of this is yours."

Wen Yiyan glanced over and saw that the three representatives' eyes were full of interest, but no one picked up a pen or even opened the metropolitan area documents.

Snapped!

Wen Yiyan slammed her hand on the table, startling the three of them so much that they trembled violently. Her voice was icy cold.

"Does it really take this long to think about?"

"Or are you three just trying to fool me and Secretary Dakang from the beginning, thinking of swindling and cheating us?"

"No! Minister Wen, that's not what we meant."

The representative from Xiaochu quickly stood up to apologize, as this was their major client.

"What does that mean!"

Li Dakang also got angry. When had he ever treated others so well? And these three dared to pull and shove at him. Did they want to see the wrath of a tyrant? "Sign if you can, otherwise just say so."

"The Han River brothers that border Handong aren't just the three of you. We can always find others."

"Even if the entire Han River region is unwilling to sign, we still have other options."

"The reason we chose you is because of our historical ties and existing cooperation, but Handong will never lack partners."

"Got it!"

"This is a win-win cooperation, and it's also a way for Handong to support its brother provinces. It's not that we, Jingzhou or Handong, are begging you to sign."

Li Dakang stared coldly at the three of them with dead fish eyes, then threw the pen in his hand onto the table.

Today, there is only a single choice: yes or no.

No, it does not exist.

"Secretary Dakang, calm down."

Wen Yiyan's expression and attitude changed, and she instead advised Li Dakang, "Since they are unwilling to join the Jingzhou Metropolitan Area, then understand their considerations and difficulties, and don't make things difficult for them. There's an old saying that goes, 'A forced melon is not sweet.'"

"However, since the three of you are not choosing to sign, you will just be ordinary neighbors from now on. Handong and Gyeongju will no longer invest additional resources in the eastern part of the Han River."

"Don't blame us for being heartless. After all, everyone's granary is limited, and we should prioritize our own brothers."

The three brothers from Wu, Ma, and Chu looked at each other in dismay. This was a threat, wasn't it? It definitely was a threat, and it really was an ultimatum.

The wind direction in Handong changed way too fast!

They used to be fed and cared for well, especially around the Lunar New Year. They would come empty-handed and leave with their hands full, eating until their mouths were greasy. Now they've been given a critical illness notice?

Look down.

It landed on that document.

This isn't some membership agreement for the Jingzhou Metropolitan Area; it's clearly a contract of servitude. Once they sign their names, they're no longer themselves.

If they're to act as both a backyard and an inside agent, Hanzi will probably dismantle them the very next day once he gets the news, since they're nominally still under Hanzi's control.

"Secretary Li, Minister Wen, it's not that we're unwilling to sign, it's just that we don't know how to explain it to the Provincial Party Committee, we haven't even consulted with them."

After exchanging glances.

Let Xiao Chu explain.

"Don't worry, Hanzi. Look at Luzhou in Handong and his underlings. If something really happens, they'll never seriously report to their superiors."

"There's a clever plan above, and a ladder over the wall below."

Wen Yiyan spoke in a gentle tone, but then reached out and pushed the signed document forward again. At the same time, Xiao Jin and several other secretaries stepped forward and forcibly stuffed pens into the hands of the three of them.

Are they bandits? Or robbers?

They weren't given any room or time to maneuver.

They could have simply thrown down their pens, stormed out of the office, and left, but they couldn't bear to lose the resources provided by Jingzhou and Handong.

They're unwilling to make any verbal promises about future plans, or even make any plans that exist now.

Are we really going to lose Jingzhou, this golden leg, and go back to living a life of poverty with Hanzi, eating coarse food and being constantly exploited?

"Let's do it!"

Representative Xiao Ma gritted his teeth, picked up his pen, and signed. He had no choice but to accept that among the three brothers, he was the most dependent on Jingzhou, which was heavily reliant on its pillar industries, had a highly assimilated population, and was also geographically close.

Without Hanzai, death would be the next day at the earliest, but without Jingzhou's help, he would die tonight.

There is a leader now.

The other two followed suit, neither willing to be the last.

Wen Yiyan and Li Dakang exchanged a glance, both revealing satisfied smiles.

"Xiao Chu, your ideological awareness still needs improvement!"

Li Dakang's expression changed as he turned around, took the last signed document from the representative of Xiaochu, and coldly lectured him.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Xiao Chu wiped the sweat from his forehead, while the other two took advantage of his age and slow movements.

"From now on, we'll be best brothers. We'll share meat and soup."

Wen Yiyan played the role of the good cop, but as soon as he left the office, he couldn't wait to help the three companies sign and make copies, and he approached the representative of Nandao Hexin Technology, which he liked.

The representatives of Hexin were all bewildered.

"Mr. Wu, now that we have the land, the people, and the supporting industrial base in Handong, what do you mean?"

Wen Yiyan raised an eyebrow and asked.

Wu Fanghua's lips twitched. "Are these things from your Han people? Just say so!"

But the current situation is truly unexpected. After reading the "Two Han Dynasties Economic Corridor Planning Document" over and over again, their original plan may really have to change.

"Minister Wen."

Wu Fanghua considered his words for a moment and said, "I only have the right to investigate and make suggestions; the specifics still need to be decided by the head office."

"I'll report the situation to them first."

"Three days! At most three days. I'll give Minister Wen a definite answer."

He was also afraid that the situation might change again.

After all, the person who was in charge of Hanjiang Display Screen back then is now the executive vice president of Handong. Who knows what their relationship is like?

It would be ridiculous if their factory were finalized and the display screen factory moved away.

Although this possibility is extremely low.

But the quality of these people in Handong wasn't much higher either.

P.S.: Here's an extra chapter. I want to hear four words: May you live as long as the Southern Mountains.