The path to becoming a tycoon begins with binding to the Godly Rich System.

“Mr. Yu, the land management department of Qixiang City says that the area from Wuju Road to Jian’an Road here, from Yuanwen Community on the left to Chuangyi Road, is all acceptable.” Zhang An pointed to the blueprints on the tea table and stood next to Yu Heng to explain.

Sitting in the tea room were Yu Heng, president of Lingjiu Technology; Dong Senyao, vice president; Zhang An, assistant to the president; Gao Xingkai, chief financial officer; and Shen Lou, head of the legal department.

They were discussing buying land in Qixiang City to build a factory.

Yu Heng picked up the blueprints and examined them carefully. He circled a few areas with a pen and said, "These plots of land, although our factory doesn't need that much space right now, we'll definitely need to expand later. Let's get the land first."

After saying that, he pointed to a piece of land that was relatively close to Qixiang High School: "If we build a large shopping mall here, our factory will be built and there will be a lot of foot traffic here. Building a shopping mall will not only make things convenient for our employees, but it can also be considered an investment."

"This...is quite an investment!" Gao Xingkai looked at the area circled by Yu Heng, somewhat troubled.

It's not that the company can't afford it, but the area that Yu Heng has designated is simply too large. Even if they build four or five of the factories they've planned, there will still be space left over.

“Money is not a problem. Although the future plans have not been finalized, we will definitely expand outwards. Buying the land now will make things much more convenient later, and the land will not expire.” Yu Heng said dismissively.

Gao Xingkai paused for a moment. If the boss said there was no problem, then there was no problem. However, he said, "Should we include this Banshan community in the area as well? According to our investigation, it's an old community and not very big. Avoiding it would save a lot of money and trouble."

Gao Xingkai's words were echoed by Shen Lou: "Yes, President Yu, how about we move it a little to the left? That piece of land only has a few households. But this hillside community has at least seven hundred households, and the demolition and resettlement fees are not low. It's really not worth it."

As he spoke, he pointed to a piece of land to the left of Banshan Community, which was relatively remote and close to their planned development area.

"Uh, well..." Dong Senyao was about to explain to them when Yu Heng spoke up directly.

“My old house is over there. Since we’re planning to renovate it, let’s just demolish this one too. It’s a convenient thing to do.” Yu Heng tossed his pen lightly onto the blueprint.

Without a doubt, "These are the few plots of land we'll take. You can discuss the details with the Development Department and the Investment Department. I'll be having dinner with the leaders of the Qixiang City Investment Promotion Bureau and Land Management Bureau in a few days, and I'll receive a detailed report then."

Seeing that the president had given the final instructions, he picked up his teacup and began to drink his tea.

Several people, sensing the situation, stood up and said, "Yes, Mr. Yu!"

Zhang Angao and Shen Lou put away the documents: "We will provide you with a detailed plan as soon as possible, probably within two days. We'll take our leave now."

"Goodbye, Mr. Yu; goodbye, Vice President Dong."

After bowing slightly and receiving Yu Heng's permission, the group left together.

"Tsk! Our CEO Yu has become a recipient of demolition compensation too!" Dong Senyao teased Yu Heng as they walked away.

"I guess this is just my destiny!" Yu Heng replied without looking up.

He skillfully poured hot water into the gaiwan, then poured the tea from the gaiwan into the serving cup, and then poured tea for Dong Senyao and himself: "If you also want to become one, you can go to Banshan Community and buy an apartment now. Anyway, the vacancy rate there is quite high, and many people are selling their houses."

Dong Senyao's eyes darted around, and he thought of Yang Qingxu and his sister who were worried about money. He chuckled and said, "I'll go find my nephew."

"Don't talk to them too much!" Dong Senyao got up and left, and Yu Heng called out to him from behind.

"Don't worry, I'll just mention it to them briefly." Dong Senyao understood what Yu Heng meant.

He wasn't trying to give his nephews precise instructions on how to spend their money, but what harm was there in offering some tips? After all, having connections meant being better informed, and he wouldn't dictate what to do.

He went downstairs and saw Yang Qingxu and Yang Qingyan sitting in the living room watching TV: "Where's Yingying?"

Hearing the sound, the two turned around, and Yang Qingyan spoke first: "My sister went to practice drawing."

Yang Qingying is currently learning to paint from Qin Wangshu. Of course, she hasn't formally become his student yet; Qin Wangshu was invited by Yu Heng to provide amateur guidance to Yang Qingying.

After all, Qin Wangshu is capable and comes from a good family. She is busy organizing her own art exhibition, and she can only guide Yang Qingying because of Yang Qingying's talent.

Of course, Yu Heng wouldn't tell Dong Senyao, that idiot, that he had used his name to cultivate a relationship with Qin Wangshu.

After all, if it weren't for him, Yu Heng would have other excellent teachers to choose from, so as for fate, it depends on whether the two of them are meant to be.

"Uncle Dong, are you done with your work? Come and sit down." Yang Qingyan patted the sofa next to her warmly.

"Yingying is so hardworking?" Dong Senyao picked up an orange and sat on the sofa to peel it. "Yanyan, do you want some?" He held up the orange in his hand and asked Yang Qingyan.

"Eat!" Yang Qingyan was a champion of encouragement.

Dong Senyao happily broke off half of it and gave it to Yang Qingyan.

Then he started chatting with Yang Qingxu.

They talked about everyday matters, then moved on to recent hot news events, and somehow ended up discussing the impending demolition of the Banshan residential area.

"Uncle Dong, are you saying that our old neighborhood is also included in the demolition area?" Yang Qingxu asked again, a little uncertain, after hearing Uncle Dong's words.

"Yes, the notice should be issued within three months at the earliest. You'll all be eligible for relocation compensation then!"

Dong Senyao shook his head and said, "But you have a lot of family members, I wonder how much compensation each person will get?"

After saying that, he glanced at Yang Qingxu sideways, then pretended to be watching TV intently.

Yang Qingxu lowered his head and remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

The roads in Banshan Community are full of potholes, and tenacious weeds grow from the cracks.

With the arrival of winter, the few remaining trees in the community have lost all their leaves, leaving them bare and looking desolate.

However, after only a few months of living in the villa area, I returned to the community and found it to be in such a dilapidated state.

On the exterior walls of the residential buildings, the mottled paint seems to bear the marks of time, and the peeling paint on the walls records the baptism of wind and rain.

Yang Qingxu led Xu Jing back to their old house.

The stairwells inside the residential building are narrow and dark, and the walls are covered with various small advertisements.

"Old Yang, why did you suddenly want to come back here?" Xu Jing looked at the old house in the neighborhood and felt uncomfortable with the sudden change in atmosphere.

"I just wanted to come and see." Yang Qingxu took out his keys and opened the door.

All the useful things in the house were moved to the new house, and the useless ones were thrown away. Now the house is empty, and the windows are covered with dust. Through the blurry glass, you can only see a blurry view outside.

"Pfft! What's so interesting about this!" The room hadn't been cleaned in a long time, and dust flew everywhere when the door was opened. Xu Jing fanned himself with his hand to disperse the dust that was blowing in front of his nose and mouth.

"We won't be able to see it anymore soon!" Yang Qingxu exclaimed.

"Huh? You want to sell the house?" Xu Jing asked in surprise.

"No." Yang Qingxu left the house; the deserted house really didn't have much to offer. "Come with me to the real estate agency."

"Huh? Didn't you say you weren't selling?" Xu Jing was a little confused, but seeing Yang Qingxu walk away, he quickly chased after him: "Wait for me! What are you doing at the real estate agency? If you're not selling, are you going to buy a house? Can you even make decisions about your own house..."

The boy's figure walked further and further away, while the noise of an old-fashioned television and the friendly greetings between neighbors could be heard from time to time in the neighborhood.

Life here moves at a slow pace, as if time itself has slowed down, giving people a long-lost sense of warmth and simplicity.