Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

The flight was at 9 a.m., and we arrived in Donghai at noon.

Zhou Hong went to the Hong Kong Plaza South Tower Hotel Apartment, where several senior executives of Chint Group Xiangguo lived.

Hongye Trading (Donghai) also owns several hotel apartments here, all of which were taken over by "good brother" Xin.

The purchase of the hotel apartments in Hong Kong Plaza was a matter of mutual communication between the two companies, Zhengtai Yifang and their good friend.

That makes sense; they come from the same country and have countless connections, so it's natural for them to cluster together.

Zhou Hong went to pick up the car, a Porsche Carrera GT, in sky blue, the coolest of the five colors, which Zhou Hong also liked very much.

The car was just picked up from customs a few days ago, but the registration was done very quickly, which is a special case.

Zhou Hong drove out to find a gas station, filled up the tank, and slowly got on the highway. He stepped on the gas and sped off along the same route as before.

With things progressing smoothly at the airport, it's clear that I'll be spending a lot more time traveling around the Ankyo area from now on.

So I plan to leave a supercar in Tong'an or Ningkang and not drive it back. Although it's difficult to go down to the mountainous counties, I can still drive to the surrounding cities.

Moreover, before building the airport, the road from Ningkang to the airport planning area must be built first.

In addition, we need to place an off-road vehicle in Ningkang, which we have already ordered.

……

To get from Donghai to Tong'an, you have to get on and off the highway four times. When you arrive at the Tong'an exit, the sun is rising and the morning light is fading away, around eight o'clock in the morning.

This time, without needing a taxi to lead the way, the Porsche sped along and stopped in the parking lot of the Tong'an Kailu Hotel.

The pretty receptionist recognized Zhou Hong and knew him. She also knew him in the presidential suite, room 5888. Zhou Hong went upstairs and took a nap. When he woke up around noon, he felt full of energy, and all his previous fatigue was gone.

The physique experience value and health bar are already at "823/1000".

However, when it comes to physique and health bars, it's still the most volatile ones that increase the fastest.

Zhou Hong couldn't help but think of the two little vixens from Ningkang, which were very close to Tong'an, and felt a slight warmth in his heart.

After ordering lunch and eating a quick bite, Zhou Hong checked the time and went to his study to surf the internet until 3 p.m. before dialing Fang Tongsheng's number.

"Have we arrived?" Fang Tongsheng laughed. "You're really in a hurry."

"Yeah, there aren't many fools as eager to give away money as I am, right, Uncle?"

"I was joking with you yesterday, and you took advantage of the situation? You're not stupid, but we have no idea what's going on in your head! I can't see through you! But you're definitely not one to suffer a loss."

Zhou Hong sighed: "With such a windfall, is it really that hard for me to do something for the people in this poor area? Of course, I do have some performance targets for my relatives on Paradise Island. I can't say it outright, but it's definitely not a bad thing."

Fang Tongsheng paused for a moment, then said, "Xiao Hong, don't take my jokes to heart. Okay, let me see what the old man has to say."

After hanging up with Fang Tongsheng, Zhou Hong sent a text message to Fang Ting of "Hope" saying that he had arrived in Tong'an and wanted to see her grandfather, but she was busy with her own things and didn't need to participate.

In fact, Fang Ting sends emails every day to report on the progress of the work. Under her actual leadership, the Future Charity Foundation has completed the recruitment of staff and has officially started working.

Whether she resigns or not seems to have no impact whatsoever.

Her current task at the Northwest Education Assistance Network is to coordinate cooperation with the "Future Charity Foundation".

……

Zhou Hong never expected that he would meet Fang Ting's maternal grandfather, Old Wang, that very evening.

"You kid, are you involved in pyramid schemes? You almost got my Tingting scammed out of her job and turned her into a wage slave!" Old Wang's expression was extremely serious. He wasn't tall, but his voice was loud and imposing. Despite being over eighty years old, he seemed to have a thousand troops behind him, which was quite intimidating.

The courtyard was inconspicuous in the bustling city, but inside, some plainclothes officers were clearly security personnel.

The living room was extremely simple, with an old wooden coffee table that now held melon seeds, peanuts, and candy, and a cup of tea in front of Zhou Hong.

Zhou Hong sighed softly: "Actually, who isn't a worker? The difference is that the workers are different. Working for an organization has obvious advantages. The rules and regulations are a reflection of the organization's collective will, so it's relatively fairer. But at the same time, you have to follow the organization's will in everything you say and do, which can wear down your personality. Working for individuals may involve dealing with all sorts of people, but it's relatively free. If you can find a job that doesn't conflict with your interests, that's even more fortunate."

"You mean, if Tingting works for you, it's her good fortune? You arrogant brat!" Old Wang glared at him.

Zhou Hong shook his head: "You misunderstand. I never thought Fang Ting was working for me. Even if she resigned, her job was for charity."

Old Wang suddenly sat up straight, looking at Zhou Hong's expression: "And you, what kind of person do you work for?"

Zhou Hong was silent for a while: "Actually, I don't know what kind of existence it is, or what its purpose is, but I don't have much of a choice. I just hope that I won't become some kind of historical sinner..."

Old Wang stared at Zhou Hong, then suddenly laughed. "Alright, it's not as serious as you make it out to be. You want to be a sinner in history? You'll have to see if you're qualified. Our current monitoring of foreign capital... Alright, have some tea. You're not so bad after all, you still have a conscience and some vigilance..."

Zhou Hong was speechless, but he understood that he was referring to the system, but the old man had misunderstood it as referring to the conglomerate behind him.

According to Mr. Wang's research into his own background, he was recently recognized by relatives overseas. The RB Fund, which is involved in the identification of his relatives, is ancient and enormous. One of the banks controlled by the fund is even a member bank of the Federal Reserve. Overall, this financial behemoth has no bad record. Its predecessor can be traced back to the earliest bank on Earth hundreds of years ago. In the last hundred years, it seems to have invested in many technological innovations and profited from them. It is rumored that the Edison Group received financing from the fund for the birth and popularization of alternating current. However, the specific examples are all legends and no empirical evidence has been circulated.

In short, it is an extremely mysterious and low-profile financial organization.

According to Mr. Wang, his distant relative who had no children should have some shares in the RB Fund, and he was now messing with those shares.

The RB Fund, controlled by the system, is its true firewall. It can turn any inconsistency in its origins into something plausible, and ensure that any organization on Earth can only see what the system wants them to see.

"Money is a good thing, but it should be used in the right way. You're doing very well now," Old Wang said with a smile, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.

Zhou Hong smiled bitterly to himself. Of course, the inherited shares were converted into US dollars and brought back to China, without any regard for investment returns. From China's perspective, wasn't that a good thing?

"You took the college entrance exam, are you really going to study in China?" Old Wang asked casually, picking up his teacup.

"My parents have always wished for me to be able to go to university."

"The City College of the Capital..." Old Wang looked at him speechlessly. "Isn't this a bit of a waste of time? For you, Oxford, Cambridge, and Harvard aren't problems. It's something that can be solved by donating a few tens of millions of US dollars, right?"

"I still prefer universities in China. Oh, actually, I don't think I can learn anything from university..." Seeing Wang Lao's attitude, Zhou Hong hurriedly said that if he had to get a special admission spot for himself to go to a prestigious university like Tsinghua or Peking University, it would be too high-profile and not free.

"Hehe, what are you afraid of? Donating money to domestic universities is nothing special; what's real skill is getting some advanced experimental equipment over here," Old Wang said meaningfully.

Zhou Hong said helplessly, "Grandpa, you overestimate me. Actually, I'm just a kid. I'm messing around with money because I have a little bit of money to spare. As for the rest, forget about it."

Old Wang nodded and smiled, "Yes, no rush, no rush."

Zhou Hong thought for a moment, "About building a Class A general aviation airport in Anxia?" Class A, although it is not a transport airport with fixed routes, can be used for business jets and private charter flights.

"Category A, the province doesn't have the authority to approve it independently; it needs permission from higher authorities." Old Wang picked up his teacup.

Zhou Hong was secretly pleased. Old Wang had never been in charge of the aviation department before, which meant that he had already learned about the relevant information.

Scratching his head, Zhou Hong sighed: "It seems that for the time being, I can only stop at Donghai Airport when flying domestically. My negotiation team has made good progress with the Donghai side. I will pay a certain service fee to Donghai Airport every year, and Donghai International Airport will provide me with FBO services, of course, on the premise that domestic flights are permitted."

"You can also dock in Tong'an, right?" Old Wang replied casually.

"Tong'an won't work. Tong'an Airport isn't a 4F-level airport yet, so it can't handle my newly ordered plane."

Old Wang was stunned. "Can't fly to Tong'an? What kind of plane is that? Isn't it just a narrow-body business jet?"

"Oh, we just ordered a modified Airbus A380 business jet, which is a wide-body super-large aircraft."

Old Wang paused, then asked, "That must be over a hundred million US dollars?"

"Including the modification costs, the total cost was over 9 million."

Old Wang fell silent, looking at this spendthrift son, speechless for a moment.

They felt that if they didn't trick him into bringing his small amount of dollars into the country to spend, this spendthrift would soon squander it all.

Old Wang was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up: "So the airport you're building in Anxia, ​​supposedly a Class A general aviation airport, is actually planned to be able to accommodate super-large wide-body passenger planes? Like, an airport that can only park your private jet?"

Zhou Hong nodded: "Yes."

Old Wang sighed, "Even if you're allowed to build it, how many years will it take to complete and pass inspection? By then you'll probably have to buy a different plane."

"It would be fine if it could be built before I graduate from university. As for the 4F, it is impossible for it to fly for at least the next 20 or 30 years. From the perspective of passenger aircraft, the A380 series is already the largest aircraft on Earth."

Old Wang waved his hand as if shooing away flies, "Forget it, forget it, I don't even know how we suddenly started discussing this. You're leading me astray!"

Zhou Hong smiled and picked up his teacup to taste the tea.

Seeing the nurse peeking in frequently, and noticing that Old Wang seemed tired, Zhou Hong put down his teacup and said, "Grandpa Wang, I won't bother you any longer. I'll come see you again later."

Old Wang glanced at the time, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Yes, you go ahead, it's time for my medicine again." He suddenly looked at Zhou Hong, "You're not interested in Tingting, are you?"

Feeling a little uneasy under his gaze, Zhou Hong coughed and said, "What I admire about Fang Ting is her ability, enthusiasm, and kind heart. As for me, I have a blind date who is a playboy, so Fang Ting would never be interested in me."

"Yes, remember your words, go!" Old Wang waved his hand and slowly closed his eyes.