"This port is so good. Why does the city look so cramped? That doesn't make sense. With even a little investment, Feiniao City could grow into a major city," Zhao Manyan said, puzzled.
As a young master of the Zhao Group, Zhao Manyan could usually spot a business opportunity at a glance.
The port was nearly perfect. It had a river route into the interior and a waterway out to sea—exactly what maritime shipping needed. Ships of any size could dock there.
With a port like this, nowhere within a hundred or two hundred kilometers should have been poor.
Yet the villages and towns they had passed, and even Feiniao City at their center, were nowhere near as prosperous as they should have been.
"Could it be the city planning? Maybe the council's full of people who just collect their paychecks," Mo Fan said.
"No way. Even the worst city government couldn't ruin a port this good to this extent. If I had the funds on hand, I'd invest here immediately on the strength of this port alone. I'd go big and buy up the land. Forget ten years—give it three to five, and I'd make a fortune. Hell, you could practically buy the whole city," Zhao Manyan said in all seriousness.
"Wow. You really are from the Zhao Consortium. You'd just buy a city," Zu Jiming remarked.
He knew better than to provoke Zhou Sining, but he had nothing but contempt for Zhao Manyan, who had bought his way onto the team.
"It's called a business opportunity, dumbass. Keep running your mouth and I'll have Old Zhou blast you!" Zhao Manyan snorted.
"Old Zhao, I treat you like a brother, and you use me as free muscle? That's not right."
Zhou Sining complained, but he was grinning. He didn't