"Boss Liang! This one needs your signature too. Take a look."
If a Qidian Village existed in reality, then the Digital World was bound to have a projection corresponding to reality.
Therefore, whether the real Qidian Village existed was not actually important to Liang Xing.
At the new factory—the planned Digivice production line—Liang Xing held a massive wrench, his hands, face, and body smeared with grease.
"Pass me the hammer, please."
Zhang Long picked up the hammer and handed it to Liang Xing. He had no choice but to admire the young man before him; he truly had real skills.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
After another round of clattering and banging, Liang Xing finally crawled out after quite a while.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. That part had to be installed properly, or it would deform." Liang Xing casually picked up a clean towel beside him and roughly wiped the grease from his face before continuing, "What do the villagers think?"
The grease all over him only looked dirty. After wiping it once with a towel, it generally would not rub off onto anything else.
—It was not particularly easy to wash off, either.
"They agreed to your proposal, but some of them hope to have jobs. They don't want to live off handouts."
Following Liang Xing's proposal, the Impoverished Village could not lose out no matter what.
Liang Xing naturally hoped to continue renting the Impoverished Village covered by Qidian Village's projection.
However, the terms already favored the Impoverished Village. Liang Xing was not some fool with money to burn; he could not keep raising the price indefinitely.
—He could not even raise it once.
Just as the company's name suggested, Liang Xing Limited had limited conscience. He would only help those worth helping.
So, he gave the entire village