I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2562 - 1607: Magnificent (6k Word Special!)

Ten minutes’ walk from the train station.

Greenfield Phase II.

The homeowners’ arduous struggle still yielded results.

They lost the lawsuit, but that doesn’t mean their resistance was meaningless.

The developer clearly saw their unity, fighting spirit, and determination to defend their rights, so even though they achieved a legal victory, Green Land made concessions.

They allocated substantial funds, mobilized manpower, and the site that had been idle for more than half a year was set in motion again.

As a regional leading real estate company, Green Land certainly had the capacity; avoiding an unfinished project just depended on the willingness.

The increasingly expanded construction team worked tirelessly, bustling with activity, and the originally unsightly community landscaping began to take shape.

"Nobody follow me."

Personally leading a tour around the community, Fan Wanli stopped in front of a building.

The large group of subordinates obediently stayed outside.

Fan Wanli, surrounded by attention, continued forward, walking into the building alone.

Indeed.

With so many people following, as the boss, it’s easy to be blinded to the truth.

Not just going through the motions, Fan Wanli seemed genuinely intent on inspecting the construction quality.

Normally, such matters didn’t require the hands-on involvement of the head, but this project was rather special.

Hmm.

The general manager here had recently been taken away from the company and seemed to have vanished since that day, never showing up again.

Greenfield Phase II consisted of sixteen buildings, all topped off, and the elevators ran normally. Fan Wanli entered the elevator and pressed the top floor directly.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Fan Wanli looked pensive, lost in thought.

The bright red numbers kept jumping upward.

"Ding——"

33rd floor.

The elevator door opened.

Strangely, Fan Wanli didn’t go to the four unfinished apartments on this floor of varying sizes, but chose to continue upwards, climbing another half floor to reach the rooftop.

"Whew——"

Today the weather was fine, the sky washed azure and clear, refreshing and uplifting, but at such heights, it was still chilly.

At a height of thirty-three floors, over a hundred meters, the wind was indeed forceful, striking the body tangibly.

"Actually, this land is truly a good location."

At the edge of the rooftop.

Someone stood bravely there, looking down at all directions, sighing deeply.

"There are backpacks, hospitals, hotels, and gourmet food; right, it’s just a stone’s throw from the train station. This should have been the landmark community of the new generation in Sha City, what a pity.

There was actually someone on the rooftop, but Fan Wanli was not surprised. His solemn expression was unaffected by the wind as he approached, saying, "Young Master Zhou, be careful, it’s dangerous there."

Topping off means the main structure is completed, allowing developers to get paid, but it doesn’t mean every small detail is done.

The homeowners’ payments were already received, but the rooftop guardrails hadn’t been built, or not fully built. Regulations dictate that to prevent accidents, the guardrails should be at least one and a half meters, yet here they only reached up to shin high, as if once the money came in, the construction team pulled out immediately without a moment’s delay.

Although work resumed, there were priorities—the community’s landscaping and infrastructure were the urgent tasks, whereas unseen areas like the rooftop guardrails could be done last.

After all, who unnecessarily climbs to the rooftop?

Yet, someone finds amusement here.

However, it isn’t merely a personal quirk.

In films, rooftops are popular meeting spots for undercover agents or spies.

Ignoring Fan Wanli’s warning, Zhou Shaohua, pointing out the landscape, kept his foot on the shin-high "guardrail," heedless of the perilous hundred-meter drop just a step away.

Clearly, he had no fear of heights.

"Isn’t there a safety measure right here? Chairman Fan, the older you get, the more cowardly you become?"

As he spoke, he deliberately pressed on the partly built guardrail.

"One shouldn’t place all hope on external measures; the safest way is to avoid any risk as much as possible."

Fan Wanli continued to advise, "Young Master Zhou, please come back."

Zhou Shaohua finally withdrew his foot and turned around.

"In this world, there aren’t many people who care about me like Chairman Fan does."

"Young Master Zhou, you’re overstating it. There’s a multitude concerned about you."

"Yes, many provide superficial concern, but you must distinguish between sweet-talking and genuine feelings."

Zhou Shaohua looked at Fan Wanli, who had come to "rendezvous."

"Frankly, I’ve always regarded President Fan as a mentor."

"No need to say this, Young Master Zhou. I don’t deserve it."

"What don’t you deserve? Some family members can’t compare with outsiders."

This was quite real.

Some common folk still in the ICU were a living example.

So at this point, Fan Wanli didn’t continue to demur.

In most cases, indeed, kinship isn’t as strong as a relationship of mutual interest.

In terms of closeness, with all these years of "sharing the same boat" and "supporting each other," they were indeed more intimate than family.

"Looking back, Chairman Fan has given me many life experiences. Chairman Fan’s family isn’t in the country, while I, hehe, I’m like a wild child left on my own, so it’s really a matter of sticking together for warmth."

Hearing this, Fan Wanli also smiled, "Hearing Young Master Zhou say this, it really has a kind of flavor."

"Just a kind?"

Zhou Shaohua grinned broadly, "Actually, I don’t know when it started, but for a long time, I’ve felt that in my life, Fan Dong is an indispensable part."