A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

Lin Yan watched them quietly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the three of them became more and more emboldened and started raising their voices.

Lin Yan interrupted him softly.

"You may leave."

"Let's go."

Lin Yan didn't raise his voice, but simply repeated himself before turning away and refusing to look at them again.

The three men exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of embarrassment on the other's face, and muttered to themselves as they started the motorcycle.

Lin Yan waited until the sound of the motorcycle faded into the distance, then stood there for a while.

Syl had followed Lin Yan out at some point and was now standing next to him, looking up at him.

She sensed her cousin's sadness and the malice of some people, and then, for some reason, she imagined it all.

A murderous glint appeared on her face as she spoke thoughtfully.

"Those people, are they spies from the Dark Magic Guild? Let me use dark magic to curse them to death!"

"No, they're just a few uneducated bad guys."

"Oh. Shall I go and get rid of them?"

Syl nodded and added in a serious tone.

Lin Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and squeezed her hand.

"No need...no need, I'll do it."

Syl's face was flushed red, and she was only focused on looking down at the hand.

Lin Yan looked at the well; the plastic bag contained dead rats and scrap steel bars.

"Sigh! It seems these past few decades have made me arrogant. If you want to change a region, education must go hand in hand."

Lin Yan took out a dragon crystal and cast a curse spell on the direction in which the group of people had gone.

As they rode into the village path, the lead motorcycle suddenly slipped.

In a moment of panic, the motorcycle veered off course, and the rider and the motorcycle plunged into the ditch by the roadside. The other two motorcycles were unable to brake in time; one rear-ended the other, and the other crashed into a nearby haystack. The three of them screamed and scrambled to their feet.

Then Lin Yan used magic to clean the well, and then took out a drop of water from his spatial bag. It was a wisp of the Moon Well Source of the Elven race that he had brought back from another world.

He gently dropped the drop of water into the well.

Ripples spread outwards in concentric circles on the water's surface, then began to boil. Fine white mist rose from the well opening, like moonlight turned into water, pouring in from the sky.

A moment later, the white mist dissipated.

Lin Yan looked down and saw that the well water was crystal clear, even shimmering with a faint light, and a cool breeze wafted up from the well opening.

He then set up a protective magic array on the earth.

After doing all that, he turned to the brick wall.

"This wall... to be honest, it's a project that really tests your finesse."

Lin Yan thought for a moment, then raised his hand and began to cast earth magic.

Quietly, the crooked red bricks began to move little by little, slowly aligning themselves.

The pre-buried water and electricity pipes were moved accordingly, and those that needed to be separated were separated, arranged neatly one by one, and entered their respective slots.

The whole process was silent, as if the wall had always looked the same.

Lin Yan stood in the center of the courtyard, looking around. The entire construction site had been completely renovated, with straight brick walls, a flat ground, and water and electricity lines in their proper places.

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Lin Jiayao spent an overnight journey on a slow train; with his income, he could have chosen a more comfortable mode of transportation.

Ever since that call to build up his hometown, he felt his blood boiling, so he decided to save his work income.

However, as someone who has worked in auditing for many years, my rational side still got a little too excited.

He mentally calculated the initial investment.

"……well"

This is no small matter.

Yanzi, Yanzi, tell me, now that you've made some money, can't you be a little more mature?

Lin Jiayao sighed.

Then he froze, because he had arrived at the shop.

Several days have passed since the rural construction team was ordered to stop their work at the middle school gate, but the fireproof cloth has not yet been removed. Although passersby cannot see inside, the twelve-story building stands proudly above the entire town.

Lin Jiayao frowned and went inside.

The framework structure is very well-organized, and even by provincial standards, it would be considered an excellent example.

Lin Jiayao squatted down and stared at the ground for a while, observing the lines laid out in grooves, straight and even.

He took a deep breath; he had already mentally prepared himself.

He had initially thought it was just a makeshift team from the countryside, and he had even devised a firefighting plan in the car last night.

So what is this?

"Brother Jiayao!"

Lin Jiaqing ran out from inside.

"You're here! Come help me take a look at this. I don't quite understand the requirements for standard interior colors from Mixue's headquarters."

Lin Jiayao glanced at it a few times.

"This means that the color values ​​in the store must use the CMYK standard, and the color cards from the printing factory cannot be used as a substitute. Just make a note of it."

He glanced at the construction site again and couldn't help but speak.

"Who's in charge of this construction site?"

"Ah Yan, it was initially done by my uncles and aunts, but later Ah Yan said that a professional team from the city would take over."

"oh."

Lin Jiayao nodded and said nothing more.

His professional instincts were kicking in at that moment.

"First of all, the purchasing power in rural areas is definitely not enough to support such a large store."

But what if this store is just one link in a larger industrial cluster?

The extensive sales methods used in rural areas simply cannot generate high added value.

Lin Jiayao's gaze climbed upwards.

Twelve floors...twelve floors!

Who would need to build a twelve-story building to open a Mixue Ice Cream shop on a national highway outside a rural area?

Unless, of course, they want to build a town center! To siphon the entire town's population.

When the lychee harvest season and the Lunar New Year arrive...

Lin Jiayao muttered to himself, his pupils dilating slightly.

At this moment, all the clues were connected by an invisible thread.

"Yanzi is both a madman and a genius!"

By taking advantage of joining a top-tier beverage brand, he obtained the brand's stringent standards for interior design and quality control. Then, he was able to easily establish a modern agricultural product supply chain in the place of origin!

Once the lychee season arrives, this building will immediately transform into the fresh fruit processing center for the entire town and all the surrounding villages.

Outside of the harvest season, the daily revenue from the first-floor stores is sufficient to cover the basic operation and maintenance of the building.

Furthermore, with the establishment of the factory, leveraging their advantage as the source of production, they are fully qualified to become suppliers for these chain tea beverage brands!

The huge initial investment in fixed assets is not a sunk cost in the face of such a massive industry, but rather a moat.

This is no small matter; it's a clever scheme to use someone else's resources to your advantage.

At the same time, it can also create job opportunities for people in their hometown!

Lin Jiayao felt a layer of sweat seeping out of his back, not from the stuffiness, but from the excitement of his adrenaline surging.

He even wondered if his return trip was to act as a troubleshooter for his impulsive brother, cleaning up his messes.

Now it seems... he clearly caught a rocket that was about to take off.

"Brother Jiayao?"

Lin Jiaqing looked at her cousin, who had suddenly stopped talking and was staring at the cement pillar with shining eyes, and waved her hand in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

"I'm calculating the profit margin of all industries in the town."

Lin Jiayao took a deep breath and turned around abruptly.

His eyes, which had been gleaming from staying up all night, were now shining brightly; he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Qingqing, where is Ayan now? No one but me can figure out this grand scheme of things—the CFO!"