The town director was White Apricot Town's chief steward. By rights, he should have been the smooth, well-connected type, yet he had issued a naked threat.
The director knew Li Xiaobin could not make the decision. Having said what he needed to say, he left briskly.
When Feng Jun received the news, he sighed. "One link after another. This is... the calm before the storm."
But Gazi's words had already helped him make up his mind. Let the town say whatever it wanted about him; he would do what he needed to do. If someone really tried to forcibly take the barren mountain away, then he would simply make a bigger issue out of it.
He had not been particularly interested in leasing barren mountains in Yang City to begin with. If possible, he would have preferred returning to Chaori to lease forestland. It was only because he needed a larger freight yard that he had bought this plot of land, and because spiritual energy was leaking out, he had no choice but to move here in a hurry.
Since he had moved here, he wanted to make it work. That was why he had invested in building the wall.
In any case, he did not care if he lost this barren mountain—I am not counting on this land to make money.
That was what it meant to be strong when one had no desires. He was not afraid of losses, so he had no intention of begging anyone to protect this land for him.
If he really wanted to ask someone for help, the Yuan Family would have to show him some respect, at least. Mayor Zang was not entirely beyond relying on either.
Wang Haifeng's father-in-law should be able to lend some support as well—at worst, he could