Kang Yue subconsciously looked around, Hai City, a small county tucked away in the mountains, covering over two hundred square kilometers, twenty thousand hectares.
If the Hai City plan were to succeed, these twenty thousand hectares of land might bear the surname Ye, and of course, the money would flow in endlessly.
Shen Dong's profits were tightly intertwined with Hai City's GDP, to move Shen Dong was to move Hai City, and who could shake such a backdrop with the nation's development at heels?
There was also a laughable point.
In the eyes of others like Li Ling, Shen Dong, who huddled in Hai City, was just a country bumpkin, someone to be looked down upon, or even ignored.
Playing it undercover?
Thinking of this amusing strategy, Kang Yue's eyes gradually burned with passion.
Perhaps it was the joy of two pairs of newlyweds that fully ignited the enthusiasm for the Hai City plan, so much so that even Zhou Chengyu had hit the construction site.