Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 960

Chapter 960: Chapter 305: Terrifying Investment, the Food Industry! (3)

And this part could only be done by him; after all, no one else owned a Collector, and without it they couldn’t extract the core traits of Infected Bodies or special materials.

Even if someone copied his proposal word for word, in the end they’d only end up losing everything.

“No, dropping three million on just a preliminary draft is still too reckless.”

Even though he had never met Dawn, Cheng Ye didn’t dare underestimate this so‑called “money‑making genius.”

Taking a gamble might be possible, but under normal logic, at most it would be something like Davidson’s one million Contribution Points, absolutely not on the level of three million.

“Just now Zhang Qingyang said that putting up Contribution Points to invest in the Satellite City is making a contribution to Happiness City…”

“Let me think… could it be that these people have some hard targets they need to hit? Or do they want to use Dapo Town to launder money?”

Without more concrete information, Cheng Ye could only speculate along these lines for the time being.

But there was one thing he was absolutely sure of: for this three‑million investment, never mind seventy percent of the dividends—he wouldn’t accept even if they only took thirty.

As the saying goes, if you eat from someone, your mouth goes soft; if you take from someone, your hands are tied.

Zhang Qingyang might say with his mouth that he wouldn’t be involved in any management, but once the funds were in, what if they wanted to meddle in affairs later, or even stir up trouble? Not to mention that once they became familiar, would they take the opportunity to interfere in how quotas at Yueye Inspection Station were allocated?

Besides, Dapo Town had already passed its initial startup phase; once the cannery went into production, funds would be recovered wave after wave. For subsequent construction of other industries, they actually weren’t short of money.

Even if he really needed financing, he could go to the Institute, go to the Inspection Station authorities, or even ask Old Ding—no need to turn to a private little clique of Inspectors.

With that thought, the time‑stop space shattered with a roar.

Cheng Ye looked up, a gentle smile still hanging on his face. “Sorry, Dapo Town isn’t short of funds for the moment.”

“Is seventy percent too high?” Zhang Qingyang seemed to have anticipated this, his tone calm. “We can still negotiate the ratio.”

“No, no.” Cheng Ye shook his head lightly and declined. “What I mean is, the basic construction in Dapo Town already has enough funding to support it. Even if I took this three million, for now I wouldn’t have any suitable place to put it to use. But I do have a few ideas for new industries; they just haven’t been implemented yet. Maybe once things move forward and I really am short of money, I’ll come looking for Inspector Zhang for investment.”

“Oh, Chief Cheng already has ideas?”

Zhang Qingyang immediately showed a look of surprise and praised him repeatedly. “Inspector Li’s eye really wasn’t wrong! He said that since Chief Cheng could choose Dapo Town as the site for the Satellite City, he must have everything well in hand, and that we should come invest early to help you bring those ideas to life. Looks like that’s exactly the case.”

“Haha, in that case, when Inspector Dawn gets back, we really should have a good chat.” Cheng Ye followed along with the topic, then deliberately steered the conversation away so it no longer focused on investment matters.

The two of them chatted about everything under the sun for nearly half an hour. When Zhang Qingyang learned that the day after tomorrow Cheng Ye would be heading out on an external assignment, with Guang Province as the destination, he immediately started enthusiastically sharing all sorts of information about Guang Province.

From geography to distribution of powers, he could even readily produce a few obscure bits of off‑the‑grid intel; clearly he was very familiar with the situation over there.

Only after he finished did he stand up and say, “It’s getting late, and you still have to go downstairs to handle the land lease procedures. Verifying the documents will probably take some time. I’m heading to Cloud Water Town the day after tomorrow to officially take office, so I definitely won’t make it to Dapo Town to see you off. I’ll just wish you a safe journey here in advance!”

“I’ll borrow Inspector Zhang’s good wishes!”

The two exchanged a nod, already talking with the familiarity of old friends of many years.

After seeing Cheng Ye back to the third‑floor service office, Zhang Qingyang gave a few more instructions to the staff before swaggering off.

Only when he had gone down the stairs and walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau’s compound did the smile on his face gradually fade. His brows knit slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Just then, a burly figure came out from the side door of the Notary Office, walked up to him, and asked, “Old Zhang, how did the talk go?”

“He’s a little fox; we didn’t close the deal.” Zhang Qingyang shook his head, a hint of amusement in his tone. “He probably guessed that we got that plan from the Heavy Machinery Faction and is wary of us.”

“No way, he reacts that fast?” The burly figure looked utterly astonished.

“For all we know, that material was bait he put out to fish us into showing ourselves.”

Zhang Qingyang suddenly laughed. “Looks like this winter won’t be boring. Cheng Long’s a straight shooter—he’s gone his whole life hardly managing his Contribution Point income and expenses, all propped up by Wang Cheng. I didn’t expect his son to be the sharp one, and sharper than we imagined.”

“He’s that impressive?” The burly figure was even more surprised, then changed the subject. “So for your Cloud Water Town, are you planning to copy his economic plan and put on a rival show against him?”

“I’m not sure.” Zhang Qingyang shook his head. “I’ll pass the information on to Brother Li and let him decide.”

…

Third‑floor service office.

The staff respectfully handed over the paperwork. “Chief Cheng, your documents have already passed review! The security deposit will be deducted from…”

“Just deduct it directly from my account.” Cheng Ye took the papers and quickly skimmed through them.

With this document, he could go to the Public Works Bureau to apply for follow‑up permissions, including purchasing construction materials, connecting to water and sewer lines, applying for power supply, and so on.

But all these trivial errands could be left to Long to run; Lin Xu had long since drafted the factory construction plan, so they only needed to build according to the blueprint.

Besides, Phase One of the fish processing plant would only occupy about eight hundred square meters; the remaining two‑plus thousand would be held in reserve and developed gradually as new industrial needs emerged later.

Two or three minutes later, a message popped up on the Defense Communication screen: