novelraw Chapter 789: Miss Jing is Really Dominant
Chapter 789: Miss Jing is Really Dominant
Jing Shu’s voice was exceptionally gentle. "You’re right. Anywhere is home in a mother’s embrace."
Good deeds must not go unrewarded.
Therefore, Wu City must also repay everyone. This time, let Wu City give everyone a surprise! Jing Shu silently made up her mind.
「...」
At Dock Port, there was an emerging profession known as Sanitation Pioneer Workers.
They could be seen everywhere at Dock Port, and their duties were quite similar to those of sanitation workers before the apocalypse.
Their job was to ceaselessly clear the wasteland of weeds and mud, then push stone rollers to flatten the uneven land, thereby expanding the reclaimed area of Dock Port. They also had to constantly remove any rotten corpse insects that appeared in their designated zones. If an inspection found their work unsatisfactory, Virtual Coins would be deducted from their pay.
The work of Sanitation Pioneer Workers was exhausting, but it was also highly sought after. This was because, in addition to daily meals and a few Virtual Coins, they could earn considerable extra money by selling the captured rotten corpse insects to the fuel factory.
Rotten corpse insects were cheap, but their numbers were staggering. The land-clearing workers could remove several thousand pounds of them daily, selling them for several Virtual Coins.
Even so, rotten corpse insects still crawled everywhere in the lower-lying areas, and some would occasionally slip through the net even in the mid-level areas of Dock Port.
If it weren’t for the land-clearing workers cleaning daily, Dock Port would have been overwhelmed by rotten corpse insects long ago.
"How about it? This area has been cleared and flattened; even the rotten corpse insects are gone. Lay the foundation, implement pest control measures, and you can start building immediately! Moreover, our company has specialists cleaning rotten corpse insects twenty-four hours a day, providing you with a five-star experience. And you only need to pay a tiny bit for the cleaning fee."
Fatty Liu said this while nonchalantly grinding the writhing rotten corpse insects on the ground into a paste with his foot. He only stopped when they were pulp, afraid the sheer number of insects would scare Jing Shu, his delicate and important client.
The South Sea is great in every aspect, except for the overwhelming number of insects. This necessitates dispatching many workers daily to catch them by hand. Otherwise, why would the land on higher ground be so expensive? Expensive, for good reasons.
"Alright, then let’s settle on this land!"
Jing Shu also subtly moved a little further away from Fatty Liu.
This fellow is truly audacious. Insect paste is practically oozing from his shoes, yet he maintains such a straight face. Does he think I can’t see it because it’s dark?
"Hehe, rent for five years, get two years free; rent for ten years, and get..."
"I’ll rent for three years. If the South Sea floods again next year, will you give a refund?"
Jing Shu interrupted Fatty Liu. She hadn’t even suggested renting for only one year. After all, once this year of natural disasters passed, the masks would be useless. She would definitely have to close the factory or restructure.
As for Fatty Liu possibly suspecting her for renting for exactly three years with plans to leave the South Sea afterward... She couldn’t knowingly rent for less than three years; that would surely arouse suspicion. Should she rent for a few more years and pay several million more Virtual Coins just to avoid it?
In such a coincidental situation, even if Fatty Liu found out, he’d probably just comment on her good luck or foresight... right?
If not... Jing Shu squinted at Fatty Liu, her expression unreadable.
Fatty Liu felt a chill run down his spine. His eyes darted around, and he quickly forced a smile, saying, "Miss Jing, even if the South Sea floods next year, we don’t offer refunds. However, in your case, renting for four years also gets you two years free, and renting for eight years gets five years free..."
No kidding. Although there’s money everywhere here in the South Sea, the risk factor is genuinely high too.Who knows when it might flood again? Selling an extra year’s lease is an extra year’s profit. Everyone understands this; otherwise, why wouldn’t the original South Sea residents move back?
Of course, they couldn’t move back now even if they wanted to. Firstly, they lacked the travel funds and provisions. Secondly, they couldn’t bear the public outcry; so many people died during the South Sea relocation, leaving deep scars on many. Thirdly, the original residents had been scattered and had since integrated well into their new communities. Fourthly, unlike those in Wu City, they weren’t facing a desperate situation with no other recourse.
Remember, Wu City was currently experiencing temperatures of minus sixty-something degrees, making the cost of living there exorbitant.
Jing Shu’s voice remained calm. "Then let’s rent it for three years."
"Miss Jing, you must be the type who doesn’t like membership cards."
"Correct, but there are no rewards."
"..." Fatty Liu.
"Okay, let’s settle the bill. Please handle the paperwork for both sites as soon as possible."
"The rent for the two plots for three years totals 2.7 million Virtual Coins. Additionally, there’s an annual 8% property fee of 40,000 Virtual Coins for the high-end area, and an annual 4% service and cleaning fee of 16,000 Virtual Coins for the mid-range area. For three years, that comes to 2,868,000 Virtual Coins. Let’s round it down; you can just pay 2.86 million Virtual Coins.
"Loans are interest-free for the first six months, and there are discounts on credit mortgages..."
Fatty Liu hadn’t finished speaking when he heard an electronic voice from his phone:
"Your personal account has received a deposit of 2.86 million Virtual Coins."
"..." Fatty Liu.
He then saw Jing Shu had already left, leaving only a sentence behind:
"I’ll start work on this land here tomorrow. Once the permits are ready, just come find me."
Miss Jing is quite the assertive woman... but I like it! Hehe...
「...」
In the afternoon, Jing Shu contacted the contractors responsible for building the Cigarette Factory. She offered them another 2 million Virtual Coins to also take full charge of constructing the mask factory. The factory itself would be a cheap and simple corrugated iron structure; the real expense, surprisingly, lay in the employee dormitories.
Just like with the Cigarette Factory, cheaper materials could be used for other parts, but the employee dormitories had to be built with quality materials to create a comfortable and safe environment for the staff.
The contractors didn’t understand. Nowadays, bosses were all desperately cutting costs. This was especially true for employee dormitories, where cutting every possible corner was the norm; a simple shack was often considered good enough. Yet here was Jing Shu, specifically building comfortable housing for her employees...
Of course, they also didn’t understand that Jing Shu’s employees had long since come to regard the factory as their home.
Her first day in the South Sea was a whirlwind of activity. She was so busy she barely had time to drink water, managing only to squeeze in moments to eat while using the restroom—at least that way, she could sit and rest a bit.
What? You ask what posture?
Figure it out yourself.
「...」
After the rush, Jing Shu finally had a moment to herself and took a deep breath of the fresh air.
Ah, so fresh!
Speaking of which, the air in the South Sea was truly different from Wu City. The South Sea was renowned as one of the top ten cities for longevity, and its air quality was a major reason why.
The oxygen content here was alarmingly high; a few extra deep breaths could easily lead to oxygen intoxication.
For those suffering from insomnia, a few deep breaths of this air were enough to lull them to sleep.
Why did the people in the South Sea seem so languid? It was due to inhaling too much oxygen.
「...」
The sky had completely darkened. The sound of waves lapping against the docks could be heard, along with the flickering lights and lively chatter from the ferries.
At seven in the evening, it was time for Jing Shu’s employees to eat.
The fifth floor of the Red Flag served as a large dining hall. Although it was currently packed with people queuing for food, the line was neat and orderly.
One by one, young men with fresh-faced, shy expressions, yet with muscles rippling with youthful energy, each held bowls the size of washbasins—no, dinner pails—excitedly discussing what was for dinner.
"I heard it’s pineapple sweet and sour synthetic meat! Just smell that aroma—it’s absolutely mouthwatering!"
"Can we eat all we want? Is it guaranteed to fill us up?"
"And speaking of that, you guys really need to exercise some restraint. Last time, with the preserved meat rice, they said it was all-you-can-eat, and you all took it literally! You devoured ten days’ worth of meal allowances, and in the end, Department Head Zhao Yu of the Coordination Department had to take the fall for it."
Zhao Yu, the aforementioned scapegoat standing behind them: "..."