On the other side, Xiang Ning had hung up on the phone with a goofy grin on his face. Zhao Yang was slightly unnerved but thought to himself, Is it really possible?

“Whatever, I’m not wasting any more time on you. Hu, Biao, get the irrelevant people out of my face and let our staff make the measurements they came to make. Also, let’s take this chance to build our temporary camp. When the documents are ready tomorrow, we’ll begin construction!” 

The two muscular bodyguards next to Zhao Yang approached upon receiving instruction. Xiang Ning sensed that they were only tier three martial artists. If he and his friends hadn’t been here, these people...