Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

The conversation with Lewis was relatively enjoyable and mutually beneficial.

The old man has been losing a lot of hair in recent days in order to deal with various inspections and questionings.

When he saw Sean, his anxious expression was like a drowning man seeing a life-saving straw, and he hurriedly welcomed Sean in.

"You're finally back!"

"Mayor, why are you so flustered?" Sean naturally had to be dignified.

"Let's not talk about it. There are too many bad things." Lewis briefly described what happened.

"Sean, how are the preparations for the bridge construction and driving school going?"

Lewis looked at Sean with concern. After all, as long as there was significant progress in these two areas before the election, they would be considered significant achievements during his tenure.

Sean naturally frowned at this: "That is indeed a good place to practice driving. It is not worth spending so much money just for a driving school, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"The fishery resources there are good. I want to catch some fish in the fenced area after opening the road to make up for my investment."

"Isn't this already agreed upon? As long as you build the bridge, you can use the land."

"Well, we want a written guarantee from the town government. After all..." Sean didn't say anything else and looked at Lewis.

After all, Lewis's position is in jeopardy. What if a verbal agreement is no longer valid?

"Yeah, yeah." Lewis tapped the back of his hand and said to himself, "But the current situation..."

Lewis was really embarrassed to say, "Under the current situation, this kind of land cession now needs to be put to a collective vote at the town meeting. The permanent ownership is probably in jeopardy."

"Then report it. I'm still in the early feasibility report stage. Once it's approved, we should be able to start construction of the bridge."

After a period of discussion, Sean proposed a project to build a bridge and a driving school in exchange for the 80-year operating rights of the land around the tidal pool.

Lewis is very confident about this and guarantees that the project will be approved.

"Plus, the school next to the museum will be completed during the summer vacation. These three projects together should be able to regain a lot of reputation and support for me." Lewis thought to himself.

“Mayor, you just endure Joja’s anger without thinking of fighting back?” Sean suddenly said.

"Fight back?" Lewis frowned.

"Yes, we were patient before because we wanted to buy time for development. Now they are framing you and trying to bring you down. Since we have completely torn our relationship apart, let's not talk about mercy. We can use whatever means we have."

Sean clenched his fists, pretending to vent his anger for Lewis, with an angry expression on his face.

"Now that you've said that, don't keep us in suspense if there's any solution." Lewis also wanted to vent his anger.

"You can start from the following points: environmental pollution, forced labor, land occupation, human rights violations, etc. If there is evidence, bring it out. If there is no evidence, you can make it up. First, build up public opinion."

If the enemy can go where he wants, I can go too. If I don’t occupy the high ground of public opinion, it will be occupied by others.

"Mayor, you're not going to say that after being in office for so many years, you don't even have a few obedient people under you who can be used by you, right?"

Sean's idea for Lewis was to let him hold on in the front for a while and attract the final firepower for his own development.

Lewis clapped his hands when he heard this, and was ready to start collecting dirt on Joja Company and prepare for a magical showdown.

They accidentally chatted for too long, and after leaving Lewis, Sean was in a hurry to keep an appointment.

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In the alley at the corner of the street, there is a bread bakery.

The brand new shop sign and the flower ribbons complement each other, and the simple and clean wooden board patterns and the slightly weathered brick walls create a small yet heavy sense of warmth.

Because it was around two or three in the afternoon, the whole store was deserted and there was not even a sign saying that it was open.

Haley and Claire, who had just returned to Pelican Town, came here together.

"What a nice smell! I could smell it before I even entered the alley." Haley looked at Claire in surprise, her eyes shining. "How did you know about this store?"

"This store is owned by your neighbor Jodi," Claire replied with a smile. "She and I are members of a yoga fitness group. This store just opened not long ago and has not been promoted in town yet."

Claire chose this store for a small gathering when she just came back from the city, intending to thank Sean and Haley for their help during this period.

This month, their "Pelican Town Time" channel released four videos, which received more than 10 million views, generated a total of 100,000 GB in revenue, and has 450,000 subscribers.

Such a brilliant record is the result of the joint efforts of three people.

As for Jody, her husband Kent was drafted into the army shortly after Vincent was born.

Now Vincent is about to go to elementary school, and he hasn't returned yet. News from him has been intermittent, and the last time we got in touch was in the fall of the year before last.

Although Kent left behind a lot of money, the family would sooner or later run out of money without a source of income.

The long and agonizing wait occupied Jody's anxious heart. In order to get herself out of this difficult period of mental exhaustion, she decided to find something to do.

On the one hand, she took meticulous care of her young son Vincent as a consolation; on the other hand, she planned to open a bakery to fill the emptiness and anxiety in her heart.

"Haley, Claire, welcome, please take a seat."

Jodi had long orange hair tied in a ponytail, which was softly pulled down to her chest. She had a gentle face as she entertained the two women.

The exquisite freshly baked bread exudes an enticing aroma, and a cup of brewed scented tea is steaming and fragrant.

The two women naturally thanked him and started chatting with Jodie.

While we were chatting, Sean came in late.

Jody smiled and joked, "I won't disturb you young lovers' gathering as a light bulb."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the space to a man and two women.

"I miss you so much!" Sean opened his arms as soon as he came up, with an exaggerated expression, "How was your trip in the city? What did you buy? And what about the gift for me?"

As soon as Sean sat down, he asked about his gift.

"The best gift for a man is a female companion dressed up beautifully, don't you think, Claire?" Haley deliberately ignored Sean's funny look and asked Claire with a smile.

Claire blushed slightly: "Indeed, we dressed up nicely in the city this time, and Hailey took me to experience many beauty and skin care projects."

"Claire, you've also learned bad habits and are cooperating with Haley to keep the secret?" Sean thought so in his heart, but he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the two girls. It was indeed pleasing to the eyes.

Hailey's long golden hair falls down like a waterfall, her makeup is exquisite, and her striped suspender dress with a cloud shoulder perfectly shows her body curves, sexy and beautiful;

Claire tied her orange-red hair into a playful ponytail and wore a simple white dress, looking fresh and charming.

No, I can't be misled by beauty!

After enjoying the beautiful scenery, Sean turned his gaze back to the two women's faces, pretending to be a gentleman.

"How can it be useful if it just looks good but cannot be used? Don't you agree?" Sean decided to go along with Haley's words.

As he spoke, Sean grabbed an arm of lotus and placed it in front of him, examining it carefully.

"Stingy man." Haley raised her eyebrows and looked at Sean, then pulled her hand back. When her hands were about to separate, she gently scratched Sean's fingertips.

One prey escaped, leaving another.

Sean ignored them and changed his target. He held Claire's hand tightly to prevent her from slipping away, and started playing with her slender fingers as a way to keep them in suspense.

"Sean, stop it." Claire said coquettishly.

"Don't you realize there's something different about us?" Finally, seeing Sean not getting the point, Haley couldn't help but remind him, "I just came back from the city and I'm tired from walking. Can you help me rub my legs?"

As she spoke, she took off her shoes and crossed her legs over Sean's thighs.

Sean lowered his head and was shot in the heart.

"Black stockings! It's black stockings! Could it be?" Since the two women were sitting, Sean didn't pay attention to the situation of their lower body.

Sean looked up and stared at Haley, and saw a playful expression.

To confirm what he was thinking, he then lowered his head and looked to the other side of the table. Sure enough, Claire's straight legs were wrapped in white silk.

"Is this the gift you prepared for me?"

Sean's burning gaze made Claire cover her thighs. She looked away with a blushing face, pretending to be reluctant or careless. She also quietly lifted her leg in white silk stockings onto Sean's other thigh.

"Hmm, you finally found it. This is your reward." Hailey giggled. "Last time, this is what I said I would buy for Claire. It took me a lot of effort to convince her."

"Well, Haley said this is called adding interest. Even though it's shy, it does make me feel more excited." Claire on the side made comments before being used as food.

"Ah! How come you revealed everything?" Haley felt very shy when Claire told her inner thoughts.

At this time, Sean was already immersed in a sea of ​​happiness.

Beautiful little feet matched with straight calves, plump thighs and the perfect sense of flesh tightening by the stockings.

The black and white evil spirits complement each other and are simply the reincarnation of two leg spirits.

Sean moved his hands, feeling the delicate touch, applying gentle force with his fingers, and slowly moving upwards from the ankles.