The View on Financial Avenue

Shen Bing was sharp enough to understand Wei Changjia's intentions at once.

"Who's in charge of building the public restroom?"

"The Golden Dragon District Sanitation Bureau."

"Good. Get us the project, even if we have to do it for free," Shen Bing said without hesitation.

The Sanitation Bureau was only overseeing the work. It would not build the restroom itself, so the project would normally go out for public bidding.

Bidding would take a long time, and Shen Bing did not want to wait. But if someone offered to build it for free, that changed things. Once the site was designated, construction could begin immediately.

With Shen Bing's instructions, Wei Changjia agreed with complete confidence.

He worked fast. The very next day, he reported to Shen Ice that he had secured the restroom project—and snatched it from someone else.

What could anyone do? Phantom Immortal Technology was doing it for free!

As the saying went, someone would take a deal at a loss, but no one wanted a deal that lost them money.

Free? Anyone who wanted that job could have it.

The Golden Dragon District Sanitation Bureau nearly came to believe Phantom Immortal Technology was some huge company with money to burn.

Shen Bing then transferred the emergency reserve of five hundred thousand yuan from his account, and construction of the public restroom officially began.

Shen Bing found time to inspect the site. It stood midway along Financial Avenue, where foot traffic was heavy. No wonder the authorities wanted a restroom there.

Better yet, the site was right at a junction and on the only route in and out of Nancy Group's headquarters.

To speed things up, Shen Bing pulled a crew from the team building his factory and paid half the construction cost—two hundred thousand yuan—up front.

It was only a public restroom, so there was no need for a reinforced-concrete structure. Nor could they cordon off a site for long in such a busy area. They used composite materials throughout, making construction astonishingly fast.

To heighten the impact of the reveal, though, they put up tall barriers around the site.

While Shen Bing was inspecting the site on Financial Avenue, two people sat whispering in an upscale café at the end of the street.

One was Chang Lu, the Procurement Department Manager for the Nancy Building Project. His face was covered in bruises; he had clearly taken a beating.

Chang Lu had suffered a run of terrible luck over the past two days.

At the Wei Family Restaurant, he had been unable to pay his bill and had argued with the manager. The angry crowd watching had beaten him up.

Who knew why so many bystanders had been there at the time?

In the end, one of his subordinates had brought money and gotten him out of trouble. But a reporter who happened to be eating there had photographed the whole thing.

And just like that, Chang Lu became famous.

"Nancy Building Project Procurement Department Manager skips out on restaurant bill!"

"Dine-and-dash customer gets beaten up—serves him right!"

It should have been a trivial incident. Somehow, though, it made the front page of the Greater Rong Network.

What the hell?

Then there was no more to it: the company suspended Chang Lu.

If he had not had a well-connected brother-in-law, he would probably have been fired already. They might even have investigated his finances.

Procurement was always a department under scrutiny.

Rather than reflect on what he had done, he blamed Phantom Immortal Technology for everything. That was why he was here now.

The other man was also someone Shen Bing knew: Young Master Yu, whom he had met at the Romantic Fish Restaurant outside the University of Electronic Science and Technology more than ten days earlier.

"Old Chang, why did you call me out here in such a hurry?" Young Master Yu leisurely sipped his coffee. Authentic Kopi Luwak was not something he could find just anywhere.

Chang Lu showed none of the arrogance he had displayed when he met Shen Bing and the others. His voice was ingratiating. "Young Master Yu, I'd already taken care of what you asked me to do. But a company called Phantom Immortal Technology has suddenly barged in. I was worried things might get complicated, so I asked you here to discuss it."

Young Master Yu frowned. "That's all? Hadn't your Procurement Department already made its decision? Besides, I spoke to Manager Zhou. What could change?"

"There's more to it than that, Young Master Yu." As he spoke, Chang Lu took a piece of glass from his briefcase.

"Take a look at this."

Young Master Yu set down his coffee cup and curiously accepted the palm-sized piece of glass.

"Where did you get this artwork? Must have cost you a fair bit," Young Master Yu said with interest.

Chang Lu smiled bitterly. "It isn't artwork. It's a sample of a glass curtain wall. This type costs only five hundred yuan per square meter."

"What... How is that possible?" Young Master Yu's composure vanished, leaving only disbelief on his face.

"It's true."

Seeing that Chang Lu did not appear to be lying, Young Master Yu grew serious. His eyes also filled with greed.

He had promised Lin Zijian the Nancy Building glass curtain wall project, and not merely out of some damned friendship. The two of them had dealings they could not afford to expose.

If the project fell through, who knew whether Lin Zijian would panic and spill everything?

"I'll handle this. You've done well this time. Once things settle down, I'll put in a word with my dad. Then you can go back to being the Procurement Department Manager."

With that, Young Master Yu took the glass and left.

Chang Lu remained seated, a cold smile flickering across his face.

Phantom Immortal Technology? What are they? Competition in business could be brutal enough to destroy someone without shedding a drop of blood.

No one could ignore the profits that piece of glass represented.

After leaving, Young Master Yu went straight to Rongcheng People's Hospital.

Lin Zijian was still hospitalized after suffering a fracture in the car accident and having a fishbone pierce his throat.

The small wound in his throat was easy enough to treat, but broken bones took time to heal. Even a young man could not expect to leave the hospital less than ten days or two weeks after a fracture.

The two plotted for half a day in the private ward before Young Master Yu finally left, satisfied.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Wang Siguo worked at Minsheng Bank on Financial Street. Every morning, he drove to the southern end of the avenue, parked, and walked to the bank.

Today, when he reached the middle of Financial Street, he found a crowd ahead. Over their heads, he could make out what looked like a scroll painting of a landscaped garden.

He was too far away to see it clearly.

"What's going on? Weren't they building a public restroom here? Why did they turn it into an art wall?"

Wang Siguo thought a wall depicting a landscaped garden could lend the whole Financial Street some elegance. But he remembered how badly he had needed to pee on the occasional trip through here, and remained convinced the place needed a restroom.

He hurried closer, then stared wide-eyed. What was he seeing?

A dreamlike little building stood before him, the sort he had only ever seen in architectural renderings. Even now, he had to look closely to realize it was a building.

At a glance, anyone would have taken it for a small garden—a real one.

Financial Avenue had been built in a traditional style, and the landscaped garden fit perfectly. It made the street even more beautiful.

It was like a breathtaking painting...

Every fine line, every richly colored detail, every stroke full of life drew the eye.

More remarkably, the plants inside seemed to sway gently, almost as if they were alive.

To the naked eye, the pavilions and terraces stood at distinct depths. This was clearly Naked-Eye 3D Technology.

"Damn! What kind of high-tech stuff is this?"

"LED Screens fitted together?"

"Come on. The best LED can do right now is P1.2—that's 1.2 millimeters between pixels. Up close, you'd definitely see the grain. Do you see any here? I think it must be some new kind of LCD Display Screen."

"Maybe it's a new technology."

"You'd use a new technology to build a toilet?"

"Uh..."

Wang Siguo knew it was neither an LED display nor an LCD screen. Whether it was an LED display with a pixel pitch below P1.2 or an LCD video wall with completely seamless edges, it would cost well over a hundred thousand yuan per square meter.

How much wall space did this restroom have? At least a hundred square meters.

Spending more than ten million yuan just to decorate the walls of a public restroom? The Sanitation Bureau's leaders would have to have been hit in the head by a door—or kicked by a donkey. No question about it.

Wang Siguo was not particularly happy with some people in government offices, but he knew someone with a brain that badly damaged could never become a leader.

There had to be some secret behind this dreamlike public restroom.

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