Master Lu Jian arrived at the Fourth Ring commercial boulevard thirty minutes later, riding in the passenger seat of a heavy Taichu construction truck.
He hopped down onto the snowy asphalt, wearing his signature bright yellow hard hat and a canvas work jacket lined with sheepskin. Under his thick arm, he carried a rolled-up blueprint wrapped in weather-proof plastic.
“Chairman Lin!” Master Lu boomed, tapping the brim of his yellow hat with a thick carpenter’s pencil. “CEO Su Wan called me while I was inspecting the courtyard foundations in Shichahai! You found another commercial property that needs heavy structural reinforcement?!”
Lin Mo stood on the curb, his hands in his coat pockets as he pointed across the street.
Directly opposite the half-shuttered entrance of the disgraced Baicao Immortal Pavilion stood a massive ten-story commercial tower.
The building had a grand white marble facade, soaring five-meter ceilings, and reinforced underground vault bunkers.
Shen Qiaoqiao stepped out of a black judicial sedan, holding a red-stamped court transfer certificate. Beside her walked Su Wan, whose tablet displayed the finalized bank liquidation clearance.
“All done, Chairman Lin,” Shen Qiaoqiao said with a cheerful dimpled smile. “The Murong Clan defaulted on thirty billion yuan of bank debt yesterday. The municipal court accepted our judicial liquidation bid of three billion yuan in cash. The reversion deed and sovereign operating rights are one hundred percent cleared!”
