Witch Special

The negotiations with the Z City Government ended in an unusually relaxed and harmonious atmosphere. Both sides talked and laughed happily, and both believed that they got what they wanted.

Lin Zhenxi walked out of the city government building with a satisfied smile on his face, got into the extended commercial vehicle with the Baizhi Group logo printed on the body that had been parked at the door, rolled down the window and waved goodbye to the deputy mayor who followed him out.

When the black, opaque windows were completely closed, Lin Zhenxi's suit, once only suitable for business meetings, was transformed back into her usual attire in a flash of silver light. She crossed her legs, her arms folded across her chest, and lowered her head to ponder her next course of action.

To the Z city government, the vast abandoned urban area is like an ugly scar left on a person's body by a past accident. Beyond the pain of constant recollection, it lacks any value or meaning. The reason they refuse to raze it is that even if they do, no one will use the reclaimed land. The arrival of Baizhi is like a skilled tattoo artist, transforming those unsightly scars into beautiful designs. While the scars remain, they are no longer as noticeable and distracting.

The city government clearly cares more about the city's tax revenue than the existence or preservation of abandoned urban areas. After all, only with money can the city's infrastructure be built and updated, and only then can the city escape its chronic death and slowly revive, regaining its vitality.

The tax exemption granted to Baizhi was a considerable sum. Even for City Z, a city already on the brink of collapse, if Baizhi could pay the full amount, City Z's fiscal revenue would double compared to last year. Such a large sum of money was enough to motivate officials to devise underhanded schemes.

Lin Zhenxi's arrival at this moment, proactively requesting that City Z remove its tax incentives for Angelica dahurica, caught City Z completely off guard. City Z officials, completely unprepared for Lin Zhenxi's actions and without any contingency plans, were completely preempted by Lin Zhenxi, seizing the initiative and ultimately dictating the course of the entire meeting.

Anyway, Lin Zhenxi is here to spend money. He will use money to make everyone in Z city stupid from top to bottom, and then take away what he wants with ease.

The word that stands out is elegance.

The surprise attack tactic achieved good results. Looking at the series of figures submitted by Lin Zhenxi, the deputy mayor in charge of this matter was thinking about how much political achievements he could earn this time. He did not consider Lin Zhenxi's request carefully at all. He simply waved his hand and allocated the "temporary" use rights of the entire abandoned urban area to [Baizhi].

Why bother looking for a suitable place? You can use the entire abandoned city area as you like. It's just a useless abandoned city area anyway. As long as Baizhi can provide a stable blood supply to the main city area, it doesn't matter if I pack up the whole area and give it to Lin Zhenxi.

In this way, Lin Zhenxi obtained the right to use the entire abandoned city area for the next five years. During this period, no matter what project she built in the abandoned city area, she would not need to apply for approval from the municipal government.

Well, only five years. Although Lin Zhenxi's tax strategy had left him delirious and dizzy, anyone who reached high office certainly wouldn't leave any glaring loopholes in their work. Five years is certainly enough time for a company to expand and strengthen its industry, but it's clearly not enough to become a dominant force, or even to overthrow the government. As for how to harvest these flourishing leeks after five years, we can discuss this in detail when the time comes.

But this is just normal thinking, and normal people obviously wouldn't guess that Lin Zhenxi isn't even a native of this world. Forget five years; as long as she can reawaken this world's will, she wouldn't want to stay in this world for even five minutes longer. So, for Lin Zhenxi, the year limit on the land use authorization is completely binding. I just want your garden, I don't actually plan to plant anything there, so why would I step on the hole you dug in it?

No matter what, Lin Zhenxi got what she wanted. She felt she made a profit, and she believed the other party thought so too.

Isn’t this a win-win situation? That’s great.

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Lin Zhenxi was too lazy to Apparate again; it was a rare opportunity to ride in her own private car. The driver, finally getting a job, dropped Lin Zhenxi off at the gate of Saitama's shabby residential complex, where Baizhi's other car was already waiting. After getting out, Lin Zhenxi retrieved the cold meat her employees had pre-purchased for the evening's hot pot from the trunk of the other car. Then, she sent both cars away and walked back into the complex, carrying the meat.

Arriving at Saitama's house, Lin Zhenxi rang the doorbell. Within seconds, the door was opened, and a warm air mixed with fragrance immediately rushed out of the room.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Xiaolin. Have you been on a business trip these days?" the bald man asked kindly.

Lin Zhenxi stood at the door and smelled the smell. It was not the smell of boiled soup, but rather the smell of many seasonings mixed together.

"You've already started? You're not even waiting for me." Lin Zhenxi stuffed the meat in her hand into Saitama's hand, walked around Saitama and walked into the house.

"You're too late, let's start first. We have delicious lobsters today." Saitama opened the bag in his hand and saw the neatly stacked pieces of meat with clear snowflake patterns inside, and exclaimed in surprise.

As soon as Lin Zhenxi entered the room, she was surprised to find someone she hadn't expected to be there. Besides Yanyan, there was also a white-haired but energetic old man sitting cross-legged at the hot pot table, holding a bowl and chopsticks in both hands, a lobster leg in his mouth, and turning his head to look at her sharply.

Lin Zhenxi had never seen an old man like this who was so full of energy and spirit - he was undoubtedly a master.

And the fact is indeed so. Among the famous masters in this world, the old man in front of him is one of the best.

"Silver Fang?" Lin Zhenxi read out the old man's heroic title in the Hero Association in surprise.

Silver Fang, an S-class hero of the Hero Association, ranked 3rd. A master of the Flowing Rock Crushing Fist, a leading figure in the martial arts world and a role model for all martial artists. A human hero with a distinguished record of defeating countless Demon-level monsters, including several Dragon-level monsters.

How could such a big shot who seemed to be a star wherever he went appear here, sitting in such a simple room, eating hot pot with a bowl in his hand?

The answer is obvious. Lin Zhenxi knows the answer without asking. He must be coming for Saitama.

The silver-fanged old man sitting at the table wasn't some geek like Saitama, a man who pursued heroics out of sheer amusement and paid no attention to current events. S-class heroes even had dedicated liaisons within the Hero Association, regularly delivering crucial news to ensure they were at the forefront of the times, commanding the best resources and protecting humanity. Backed by the world-class Hero Association, these S-class heroes, with their privileged status and privileges, were undoubtedly the most well-informed.

Therefore, Silver Fang recognized Lin Zhenxi, the most popular domineering female president recently, the creator of business miracles, and the "Queen of Memory" at a glance.

"Queen of Memory. Nice to meet you." The silver fang bit off the lobster leg in his mouth, and while chewing the lobster leg meat with the shell still on, he greeted Lin Zhenxi.

Eating lobster with the shell on, what a cruel old man.

Lin Zhenxi did not call Silver Fang's real name Bang, and Silver Fang did not call Lin Zhenxi's name. The two of them exchanged a small skill and both Missed as a sign of friendship.

Lin Zhenxi lifted Yanyan from her seat, sat down on it herself, and placed her black cat on her lap. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she conjured up her own set of tableware and placed it on the table.

Silver Fang's gaze passed over the steaming hot pot and glanced at Saitama, who was in the kitchen with his back to him and was excitedly processing the high-end fresh meat brought by Lin Zhenxi. Then he withdrew his gaze and fell on Lin Zhenxi.

He lowered his voice, leaned over and said to Lin Zhenxi, "Miss Lin, may I ask what your relationship is with Saitama-kun?"

After restraining his aura, Silver Fang looked quite approachable, just like a somewhat scary old man.

It was perfectly normal for Saitama to attract attention from others, and Lin Zhenxi didn't find it strange at all. Gold always shines, and now that Saitama has become a registered hero, he's become a public figure, so his strength will sooner or later be exposed.

She hadn't expected that Silver Fang would be the first to notice Saitama's extraordinary qualities. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing for Saitama. After all, Silver Fang had a very good reputation and was known for supporting younger members. He'd probably paid attention to Saitama because he thought Baldy was a promising talent.

Run away, old man. This is not a piece of unpolished jade waiting for you to carve. It is a meteorite that is buried deep underground with only a little bit of it exposed. Moving it will hurt your old waist.

"Uncle Saitama and I are from the same hometown. After I came to City Z, Uncle took care of me a lot." If we ignore the fact that this hometown is actually a different world, then what Lin Maki said is the truth.