Feng Jun's meaning was very clear: not just any random nobody could demand to see him whenever they pleased.
White Apricot Town was not too far from the city, so it was relatively prosperous. Its officials had seen their share of powerful figures. Even if a mighty dragon passed through, it still had to show these local snakes a certain amount of respect.
Feng Jun had bought this plot of land for 150 million yuan, so the town's leaders definitely knew who he was. The money was not a small sum, but it was not enough for him to completely disregard the local powers.
But when he bought the land, the original owner had already told him that this town was the sort of place where "a small temple bred big demons, and a shallow pond held plenty of turtles." He had spent quite a bit of money greasing palms at every stage, yet even then, people kept driving sheep into the mountains to graze.
So dealing with the people in town would cost money, and the results would not necessarily be good.
Feng Jun did not want too many dealings with the locals. Of course, cutting off all contact was impossible, but... since they wanted to see him, they could come to him. He was a billionaire, after all.
It was like when Wang Haifeng had sought out designers some time ago. He was the one paying, so they could not treat him like a grandson and give him grief.
However, later that day, Wang Haifeng returned. "Master, someone's got their eye on our wall construction project. Someone came to me under the banner of the municipal bureau, wanting to take over the construction."
"The municipal bureau?" Feng Jun frowned. "If the price and quality are right, we can