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Lin Tianyou stared at the screen displaying C City, his brow furrowed and his mind filled with confusion.
This city was indeed a perfect experimental ground; it had deteriorated to the point where no one cared about its future. With an economic collapse, an incompetent government, and desperate residents, such a place might serve as an excellent breakthrough for a revolutionary energy source. Yet he still did not understand what Huang Haoran intended to do.
"President Huang, are you suggesting that we use C City to test Foot Odor Energy?"
His tone was hesitant, uncertainty evident in his eyes.
"No, it's not just a test."
Huang Haoran smiled, his tone relaxed yet imbued with an undeniable ambition, as if describing a historic moment about to unfold.
"The first step to entering the market is to make buyers feel an unprecedented sense of novelty and uniqueness. This is the fundamental rule for all disruptive products."
"When they start to perceive this product as unique, interesting, and worth trying, they will begin to adapt to it and then become accustomed to it."
"Eventually, when that habit turns into dependence, they will no longer be able to part with this product and will become its slaves."
Lin Tianyou gasped.
This was a perfect commercial brainwashing.
"You mean... we want the people of C City to get used to Foot Odor Energy and make it an irreplaceable presence?"
"Exactly!" Huang Haoran lightly tapped the table, his eyes sparkling with fervor.
"But it's not just about getting them to use Foot Odor Energy; what we aim to do is have the skilled workers, scientists, and engineers of C City help us create a complete Foot Odor Energy ecosystem!"
"Pneumatic Vehicles, Pneumatic Engines, Pneumatic Generators... everything will be built around Foot Odor Energy!"
"We will integrate Foot Odor Energy into their industries, their lives, their technology, making it the symbol of C City, their only hope."
"The most important thing is to gain the complete support of this city!"
Huang Haoran suddenly stood up and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the brightly lit city with an unmatched confidence and a coldness that suggested he was in control of everything.
"Just think about it, Lin Tianyou... a dilapidated city abandoned by the world, if it were to rise again because of our Foot Odor Energy and become the world's leading industrial center, what a sight that would be?"
"When C City becomes the first city in the world to rely entirely on Foot Odor Energy, when their economic miracle draws the attention of the entire globe, when everyone is asking 'How did this city come back to life?'"
"Our energy will no longer be a joke."
Lin Tianyou's pupils contracted slightly as he finally understood Huang Haoran's plan.
This was not merely a product promotion; it was a perfect manipulation of market psychology, social structure, and technological revolution!
They were not trying to "convince" the world to accept Foot Odor Energy; they were going to "show the world" that this energy could change history!
"Bringing a dead city back to life and making it the center of attention... this will be the best advertisement."
Lin Tianyou swallowed hard and looked up at Huang Haoran, feeling an unprecedented shock.
"President Huang... this plan of yours is simply insane..."
"But I like it."
Without any hesitation, Lin Tianyou immediately committed to executing the plan. He led a team of technicians from Foot Odor Energy Company, personally overseeing the operations for energy delivery.
Cylinders filled with concentrated Foot Odor Gas were carefully loaded onto trucks. Inside these cylinders lay an "Evil Stench Miracle" capable of overturning the global energy market.
Lin Tianyou stood to the side, watching truck after truck start up and head towards C City. He took a deep breath, feeling that the fate of this city was about to be completely transformed.
Meanwhile, Huang Haoran had already boarded a helicopter, surveying the dilapidated city from above.
The scene in C City was even more desolate than he had imagined.
Once the most prosperous industrial city in the world, it was now filled with towering buildings whose glass facades reflected faint glimmers of sunlight, unable to mask the overall decay and ruin of the city.
The streets were littered with uncollected garbage, some road surfaces cracked, dust swirling around like a deserted war zone.
Even during working hours, there were few pedestrians on the streets, making it feel like a dead city.
In the commercial areas along the way, most shops were closed, with only a few grocery stores barely operating. The shopkeepers sat behind their counters listlessly, having long since lost hope for the city's future.
Street vendors were pitifully few; occasionally, a few homeless individuals could be seen sitting by the roadside with vacant expressions, as if this city had no future left to speak of.
A slight smile crept onto Huang Haoran's lips, his eyes glinting with a peculiar light.
This was exactly what he wanted!
A city would only become the best stronghold for his energy empire when it was utterly ruined and devoid of all options!
The helicopter slowly flew towards City Hall.
The square in front of City Hall was empty, symbolizing the city's impotence.
However, when the security guards saw the unregistered helicopter approaching City Hall, panic immediately set in!
Several guards in cheap security uniforms stood in front of City Hall, frantically waving their arms and shouting loudly.
"This is a Municipal No-Fly Zone!"
"You haven't applied for landing permission. Turn back immediately!"
"This is illegal! Get out of here quickly!"
The anxious voices of several security personnel crackled through their walkie-talkies, and some guards had already picked up their radios to call the police, causing the situation to grow increasingly chaotic.
But Huang Haoran merely waved his hand lightly, speaking in a tone devoid of any emotion.
"Ignore them. Continue the descent."
The pilot obeyed the command without hesitation, pressing down on the control stick as the helicopter continued its direct approach to City Hall.
The security personnel watched helplessly as the mysterious helicopter completely disregarded their warnings, landing squarely in the center of City Hall's plaza. The strong winds from its rotors kicked up dust, sending it swirling everywhere.
As the helicopter's blades gradually slowed, the remaining gusts stirred up the dust on the ground, creating a faint mist over the plaza in front of City Hall.
Several guards in cheap black uniforms rushed forward, moving swiftly with their batons tightly gripped in hand, their eyes filled with vigilance and hostility.
"Stop! This is under City Hall's jurisdiction. No landing is permitted without authorization!"
Their movements showed no hesitation; this was a city on the brink of collapse. Over the past few years, they had encountered too many uninvited guests—rioters, protesters, and even gangsters coming to collect debts.
The man before them, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing a mysterious smile, was clearly not an ordinary person. Yet in this forsaken city, no one would believe in the so-called "Noble Guest."
"Call the police! Find out who this guy is!"
"Hands on your head! Get down immediately! No stepping forward!"
Huang Haoran smiled faintly as he stepped down from the aircraft, elegantly adjusting his cuffs. His gaze was indifferent as he looked at the security personnel before him, as if they were merely a pack of wild dogs trapped in a cage.
He walked forward with measured steps, his tone calm and unhurried, exuding an undeniable sense of composure and control.
"Is this how you treat the savior of this city?"
"Step aside; I want to see your mayor."
His voice was soft, yet it resonated like a low rumble of thunder, echoing across the desolate square.
The security personnel paused for a moment, then one of them burst out with an angry laugh.
"What the hell is this guy on about? Savior? Is he insane?"
"Subdue him! Get rid of this lunatic!"
A few guards muttered curses under their breath as they gradually approached Huang Haoran, their batons glinting with cold metal. Muscles tensed, they were ready to forcefully bring this audacious man to the ground.
Yet strangely, Huang Haoran showed no sign of fear. He didn’t even flinch; instead, he stood quietly in place, a peculiar smile still playing on his lips, his eyes reflecting a certain detached anticipation.
It was as if… he was waiting for something.
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