Selling egg fried rice? The last time he had eaten a plate of Ji Hanxing's egg fried rice at University A's night market, that apprentice of his had charged only ten yuan.
One billion yuan, converted into plates of egg fried rice at ten yuan each...
Little Star really dared to dream.
Yet as Yan Jinyue thought about it, he began savoring the memory of that plate of egg fried rice. It was the best egg fried rice he had ever eaten.
If it was egg fried rice made by Ji Hanxing, Yan Jinyue felt that selling a billion yuan's worth was not impossible.
But he could not bear to put him through that.
Seeing that Yan Jinyue had said nothing, Ji Hanxing asked again, "Haven't I prepared enough money?"
"How much do you think it would take to get this land?"
Yan Jinyue looked at the land data on the large screen ahead and analyzed the plot for Ji Hanxing. "This plot looks to be five square kilometers."
That was no small area, but it was not all flat land. More than half of it was hilly.
The actual usable area was only 1.3 square kilometers. As for the remaining hills, only spending a fortune on development would make more of that land usable.
Although the location was good and full of future potential, a plot like this would be relatively difficult to develop and would require more investment.
That was why the authorities had set their sights from the start on Yan Jinyue, a fat sheep with money to spare who could afford both to buy the land and to develop it.
A plot like this was unsuitable for residential development. The surrounding housing developments had basically already been settled, so it could only be developed into supporting