Revival Base

The more mysterious and unfathomable Han Yang seemed, the more everyone felt that he possessed extraordinary abilities and a powerful background. Their awe of him only deepened.

Over two months, the entire Fuxing Gang had thoroughly submitted to Han Yang. They did not dare disobey any of his orders in the slightest.

When Han Yang said no prostitution, gambling, or drugs, no one dared touch any of them. When he said that collecting protection fees meant taking responsibility, public safety across the three streets immediately improved. Even thieves no longer dared come here. By now, business had flourished, and even the rents had gone up.

As Han Yang walked along, people had once looked at him with awe. But now, their gazes were filled with respect.

"Hello, Boss Han."

"Boss Han, these apples just came in today. Have a taste."

"Boss Han, take a break. I'll get you a bottle of water."

As he exchanged greetings with everyone along the way, Han Yang surveyed the surrounding terrain. Combining it with the geological information he had looked up for this area, he quickly selected a location.

Not far from his little courtyard, on the southernmost of the Fuxing Gang's three streets. It measured twenty-five by forty-two meters, for a total area of roughly one thousand square meters.

"There are no municipal structures beneath this plot, no pipes, cables, subway lines, or anything like that. I can dig an underground base without attracting attention. This is the place."

There were six small courtyards on this plot. Han Yang planned to buy them all, demolish them, and build a factory building.

After casually telling a lackey beside him to find Li Hu and Zhao Fu and have them contact the owners of the six courtyards to negotiate the purchase, Han Yang returned home.

He needed to design the factory building's blueprints himself.

This was fairly specialized work, something ordinary people could not handle. But Han Yang was naturally no ordinary person. For him, he could read and fully master a professional book of several hundred thousand words in a single night.

A mere factory building was no challenge.

He turned on his computer, found some books on architectural design, and began reading. After three days of reading and two days of thinking, the factory blueprints were complete.

This factory would be Han Yang's main base for a long time to come. Every aspect of its design had to suit his needs and required repeated deliberation, which was why it took a little longer. Otherwise, Han Yang could have designed it in an hour.

At that point, Li Hu and Zhao Fu called as well, reporting that they had finalized deals for all six courtyards at a total price of 923,000 yuan.

That came to a little over 150,000 yuan per courtyard on average, slightly below market price.

Han Yang was very satisfied with the result.

"I'll transfer the money to your accounts shortly. Pay them and sign the contracts immediately, then go to the Vegetable Market District government office to transfer ownership and file the records. Get it done within a day. Also, you two work efficiently. A reward of 1,000 yuan each."

The 1,000-yuan reward immediately delighted the two gang members, both of whom had some standing. "Thank you, Boss."

It could not be helped. The Vegetable Market District was too poor; even gang members were pitifully broke.

As they spoke, a total of 925,000 yuan vanished from Han Yang's account.

At this point, including the Fuxing Gang's funds, Han Yang had only a little over one million yuan in hand. This nearly wiped him out.

But it did not matter. More than a dozen computers were working around the clock, while high-end and low-end power-leveling orders flowed endlessly into Revival Game Studio, bringing in a flood of cash. They earned more than 10,000 yuan a day.

After all the procedures were completed, Han Yang once again came to the six connected courtyards.

The six courtyards stood back-to-back in two rows, with both sides facing the street.

"Find a construction crew and tear down all these broken houses. Level the ground afterward. Li Hu, oversee this."

"Yes."

The demolition took half a month and cost 30,000 yuan in total. During those half a month, Han Yang earned another 170,000 yuan. After paying the bill, he had roughly 200,000 yuan left.

Han Yang did not intend to build anything out of bricks, tiles, reinforced concrete, or cement. That would be too slow and waste too much time. He would simply put up a factory building with steel plates.

After doing some rough calculations, Han Yang determined that including construction, a factory building covering one thousand square meters would cost at least around 400,000 yuan. And that was only the shell, not including interior construction or decoration.

Not enough money? No problem. He could start building first. The factory would not be completed that quickly anyway.

Han Yang directly contacted a steel-structure factory construction crew. Dozens of workers noisily rolled into the site and began work.

Following Han Yang's blueprints, in just one month, a huge factory building covering over one thousand square meters and standing four meters tall rose from the ground, at a total cost of 420,000 yuan.

Han Yang paid the bill without hesitation, leaving him with only 150,000 yuan.

"Money really comes in and goes right back out."

Watching his money vanish like running water, Han Yang sighed inwardly.

With the main structure complete, the next step was interior decoration. Air conditioning had to be installed, various cables connected, and all kinds of interior work completed.

This portion would cost quite a bit as well, perhaps even more than the main structure, but it was scattered and would take at least two months. Han Yang's financial pressure was therefore not as great.

He hired construction crews again and bought all kinds of materials. The interior work began in full swing as well.

Two months passed, and when winter arrived, the factory building was finally complete.

At this point, Han Yang still had around 200,000 yuan in funds.

All told, he had spent nearly two million yuan on this factory building. It was basically all the money he had earned over the past six months, and he had even diverted some of the Fuxing Gang's funds.

But it had all been worth it.

Standing before the enormous factory building, Han Yang let out a heartfelt sigh. He felt as though the shackles binding him had finally fallen away, and he could finally spread his wings.

The factory covered more than one thousand square meters, but Han Yang did not plan to use all of it as power-leveling rooms and research rooms.

According to his plans, he would leave seven meters of space on all four sides, reserving only the central eleven-by-twenty-eight-meter area, roughly three hundred square meters in total, for the power-leveling rooms and research rooms.

Of the rest, the sections facing the street on the factory's north and south sides, totaling around five hundred square meters, would be divided into several shops of varying sizes. One hundred square meters had already been designated as a martial arts school, while the purposes of the remaining shops had yet to be decided.

The more than one hundred square meters remaining along the eastern and western edges would be turned into collective dormitories for the Fuxing Gang's enforcers after their upgrade and reform.

That was right. Han Yang intended to put the Fuxing Gang on a formal path as well, training a group of full-time enforcers specifically to protect himself and the safety of his businesses.

Thus, this place that Han Yang privately called "Fuxing Base," but publicly named "Fuxing Mall," took shape with its core surrounded on all sides and protected by layer upon layer of defenses, maximizing both security and concealment.