The Woman with the Strongest Backing, Młynar! / A Victim of Her Ancestors' Wisdom, Holleya

Utopia is the firstborn son of civilization!

It was with this confidence that Huang Cao had not previously considered implementing various strategies against Columbia.

I only had some free time a few days ago to try my hand at starting a business, and then I suddenly thought of exploiting a loophole in Columbia law.

"Speaking of such a huge legal loophole, besides me not noticing it, didn't even the president of this country notice it?"

Huang Cao found it increasingly unbelievable, but then he thought about the era they lived in.

Don't even mention that Terra is a makeshift operation; even in my past life, the laws of various countries offered significant loopholes for exploitation.

Often, the loopholes are only discovered after someone has already made the move.

Laws are made by people, and there are always things that cannot be foreseen.

In short, this deal really benefited Master Huang.

In order to continue to harvest more land, Huang Cao personally extracted gold from other gold mines, and then scattered gold scraps near the gold prospectors' camp at night when people were resting.

Soon, even more people were drawn to gold.

More pioneers came to this land of dreams and named it Gold Mountain.

Even if this gold mine is man-made, Huang Cao will not complain about the size of the land she owns.

Interestingly, several months have passed.

Huang Cao collected land deeds from thousands of pioneers and discovered that the total area of land they owned was not even as large as that of a major capitalist's estate.

"Something is better than nothing."

Huang Cao pondered a solution, but still felt that he hadn't attracted enough people.

So in the following days, he set up several more artificial gold mines in the surrounding area, and the locations of these gold mines did not compete with the original settlers.

Soon, the number of pioneers arriving here increased exponentially, and their quality also improved significantly, with the area of the land deeds also increasing.

At the same time, various competitors emerged in Huang Cao's tool shop.

After all, Master Huang wasn't the only one who could spot business opportunities, but these small shops soon went out of business due to poor management.

The gold prospectors discovered that if they switched to tools from other shops, their income fluctuated wildly, sometimes even being halved.

After all, the tools that Master Huang sells are all blessed by living beings, enabling them to collect as much gold dust as possible from the river.

This is why pioneers were willing to exchange their life-saving land deeds for land.

After the mine expanded, countless people actually became rich by panning for gold within just six months, and various small towns sprang up around the mine.

As a result, Huang Cao gained a considerable amount of land, and this series of actions did not attract the attention of the Columbia government.

It's truly a makeshift operation, and the get-rich-quick myth has even drawn in the local capitalists.

The main reason is that Columbia actually has gold mines, so the country's leaders naturally regarded this as yet another stroke of luck.

"We've collected enough land; now it's time to get it running."

Huang Cao fabricated a completely new identity for herself.

His codename was "The Gunslinger".

In the future, this codename will be as formidable as Bridgecliff, a name that will resonate throughout Columbia.

Huang Cao successfully acquired a vast, continuous "wasteland" by using loopholes to sell the land he obtained.

The settlers' land was extremely scattered, so to avoid trouble, it was necessary to connect these scattered lands into a whole, which meant exchanging land for land.

Only after everything is connected as a whole can one build their own business empire.

However, calling these apprentices wasteland isn't entirely accurate. At least the reclaimed land already has basic planting conditions, and the Originium pollution is low.

It was indeed a good piece of land for some capitalists, but for Master Huang, it didn't matter whether he cultivated it or not, since it wouldn't interfere with his plans to build factories and other operations.

After completing these tasks, Huang Cao quietly closed his tool shop, which had been open for ten months.

Before leaving, he personally scattered a final batch of gold dust on the mines he had built to avoid arousing suspicion from Columbia authorities too quickly.

By the time Columbia realizes what's happening, Utopia will have already taken care of everything.

Chapter 428: The Woman with the Strongest Background, Młynar!

"Have you heard? Another super-rich man has appeared in the South. He calls himself the Gunslinger, and he's got quite a reputation. In just six months, he's become one of the richest people in Columbia. I told you gold mining could make you money!"

"Get lost! If my dad hadn't died on the gold rush, I might have actually believed it. You can't make a fortune by panning for gold; it's just about making ends meet. We're all in Tremon University now, so let's not think about this nonsense."

Huang Cao's activities in southern Columbia were quite remarkable, and he instantly became a well-known nouveau riche throughout the country.

After all, such a large-scale land acquisition and money transfer is bound to attract the attention of others.

But one thing the Huang Cao did very well.

Because the forged identity was that of a Columbia citizen, the hefty foreign land acquisition tax was waived, but Huang Cao still paid all other taxes.

Furthermore, they cultivated a good relationship with the local federal government, sending Commissioner Smith a small red envelope every day and treating him very well.

If you offer plenty of benefits, you'll naturally keep your mouth shut.

As a newly established immigrant nation less than a century old, Columbia has developed a rudimentary sense of national identity, but lacks a strong sense of national pride.

If you have money, capitalists will even sell you the rope with which they hanged themselves.

Besides, Huang Cao isn't the kind of man who's stubbornly gambles everything; his current concessions are simply for greater future profits.

In Columbia, tax collectors only care about collecting taxes; they don't concern themselves with anything else.

"The Gunslinger, that name sounds familiar."

Młynar, who had just come out of the laboratory, sensed something was wrong.

Isn't this the cringeworthy name my older Brother Huang used to shout when he was a kid, playing with Lateran guns?

Why is this word appearing here?

The Columbia language environment doesn't have the word "The Gunslinger"; the more common terms are bounty hunter and gunman.

Therefore, this is not a common word; it's more like a term used in the Yan Country.

But most of the time, the escorts from the Yan Kingdom would not add a big character in front of it. They would only say this when their brother was suffering from chuunibyou.

Speaking of which, it seems that more than a year ago Brother Acao mentioned that he wanted to come to Columbia to see me.

Judging by the time, it should be almost time.

If the "The Gunslinger" is really Ah Cao, then he must be very busy right now.

Młynar breathed a sigh of relief; she really wanted to see her brother and her sisters.

However, he couldn't find the time, and the Columbia authorities wouldn't let him leave.

The phrase "not letting her go" here refers to the fact that whenever Młynar asked for leave to visit her family, her superiors would provide her with a very substantial amount of research funding for verification.

Columbia Administration Building: My little darling, if you leave, Utopia will come after you.

Młynar was capable of leaving, and Columbia did not want to take the Water Elf hostage.

While this idea was there, the main concern was that Utopia should reconsider whether attacking Columbia was truly worthwhile.

This is what is known as emotional entanglement, after all, the difference in strength between the two sides is like heaven and earth.

Paying money to make this Water Elf like Columbia is practically the best deal in the world.

Threats are impossible to threaten.

The Columbia military isn't stupid; although they often get swindled out of funding, they can still distinguish the differences in relations between countries.

The Water Elf was bullied in the afternoon, and the Utopia fleet arrived that evening.

The Columbia military stated that they could easily bully the neighboring Bolívar with their large force, and there was no need to create trouble for themselves.

"Miss Młynar, is there some trouble? I think I can help you."

A feathered serpent suddenly appeared from nowhere.

Holleya makes a grand entrance!

"When we're out in public, you should call me Professor Młynar, but never mind..."

Młynar turned around and saw that this person was one of his nominal graduate students.

Having become a professor in a certain field at the Tremon University, she was indeed required by the rules to supervise graduate students, but she had no interest in doing so.

So as long as the grades are satisfactory, Młynar only needs to provide research funding, which his graduate students can then use as they please, as long as they can produce a decent paper in the end.

She is one of the best among the graduate students at Holleya, and also the youngest one. She was just an adult when she enrolled and has now completed all her studies.

So, at only nineteen years old this year, Holleya has already completed all her postgraduate exams.

"Professor Młynar, you've seemed down all day. Is something wrong?"

Holleya asked again, while simultaneously sticking her voluptuous body to the little Elf's right hand, causing the latter to dodge in a flash.

"There's no need to be so smug about having a good figure. Be careful, or I might make sure you don't get your master's degree."

Młynar said fiercely, adding that their relationship was more like that of friends than teacher and student.

Although my friend Holleya seems a bit abnormal, she looks much older than her age.

But sometimes Młynar really does envy the snake's figure.

At nineteen, her figure was already so incredible. Although Młynar was also a beautiful young woman, her physique was still far inferior to that of the snake.

Indeed, the genetic makeup of different people cannot be generalized.

Even if Młynar could manipulate water to repair her body, it would never be the same as her original form.

"Teacher, I've recently encountered another problem. Do you know any Long-lived species with your connections?"

Holleya Jiang handed over his graduate thesis, which he had already prepared, to Młynar and told her about his ethnicity.

Młynar was a big star at Tremon University; she was beautiful, kind, and rich, and even people in the Department of Defense didn't dare offend her.

She was arguably the woman with the strongest background in the entire university, and it was for this reason that Holleya chose to become her graduate student.

The goal was to seize the channels controlled by Młynar.

After hearing Holleya's story, Młynar couldn't help but sigh:

"So there are such amazing races in this world. No wonder you were able to finish your studies so quickly."

Holleya was a little embarrassed. "Well... actually, I wasn't able to get into this university entirely because of my ancestors' Remembrance. After all, the priests in our area don't really understand physics and chemistry."

"But I believe there are Long-lived species in this world, not the ordinary races that can only live for a hundred or two hundred years, but truly unique races that can live for thousands of years."

When asked about the feathered serpent's question, Młynar for a moment and a picture of a rather attractive green Feline dressed in a maid's outfit popped into his mind.

Chapter 429: A Victim of Later Generations' Wisdom, Holleya

"I need to get to Columbia immediately to help Młynar's students!"

After receiving the call from Młynar, Kal'tsit jumped up immediately.

Living long definitely has its advantages; aren't I a perfect example?

She really knew about the Feathered Serpent race.

Well, how should I put it?

Compared to some other fantasy species on Terra's land, Holleya's population is indeed somewhat lacking now.

Putting aside the fact that this race is not Long-lived species, their method of knowledge transmission is very strange, and they are not particularly proficient in Originium Arts.

Although it's not entirely appropriate to say it that way.

For ordinary people, Remembrance spanning one or two hundred years might be quite difficult, but for Long-lived species, a few hundred years is nothing.

Moreover, according to Holleya's explanation, these Remembrance don't even interfere with each other, but the side effect is that they don't live long.

As Remembrance accumulate, the more Remembrance one accumulates, the shorter one's lifespan becomes.

So by the time of Holleya's generation, Quetzalcoatl had completely fallen behind.

The feathered serpent's formidable fighting power can only be found in ancient legends.

At the same time, Holleya also suffers greatly from the torment of her own race, longing to become a true feathered serpent.