"If I let you keep rebuilding, Penacony will turn into an interstellar dump."
"What do you know?" Yan Huan dodged her hand and started tapping at the flowing tabletop again.
"You think dumps don't make money? Their owners are way richer than you."
"That was a strategic miscalculation. I'm changing approaches this time."
"We won't demolish the Grand Theater. We'll turn it into an insanely overpriced foot bath parlor called 'Robin's Mansion.' Guaranteed profit."
As he spoke, he swiftly selected the Grand Theater in the model and dragged its icon into a dimly glowing virtual building that looked deeply unhealthy at a glance.
"Sunday will beat you to death if he sees that..."
March 7th watched helplessly as Yan Huan crossed out over half the originally planned administrative district in the model and labeled it: 'VIP Luxury Cemetery, Prime Feng Shui Location, Starting Bid: 100 Million Credits.'
"Can that possibly be right?" March 7th frowned.
"This is called optimized resource allocation, making full use of spatial value." Yan Huan looked thoroughly pleased with himself.
"As for outsourcing security... I'm starting to think that's a little too low-level."
"Let's directly introduce survival challenge mode and have the tourists act as security themselves. Catch a terrorist, get hotel points. Zero cost, high returns."
In the security system field, he entered the absurd command: 'Everyone a Soldier, Self-Service Security.'
The data stream began calculating wildly once more.
The visitor satisfaction icon had barely emerged before plunging into the abyss of negative values, while the fiscal balance line shot straight upward like a rocket.
—Unfortunately, it was a negative rocket representing a deficit. Its value instantly broke through the skyline, followed by a long string of zeros.
This failure sound effect was even louder and more exaggerated than the last one.
The entire floating