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As soon as Zheng Yifan stepped off the plane, he became a whirlwind of activity. The entire team's projects were in full swing, but the most critical aspects still required Zheng Yifan's support. Whether it was the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station or the investment fund securities company, both needed Zheng Yifan to provide the core essentials.
The Solar Photovoltaic Power Station relied on his equipment; the main structure was built with all the Solar Energy panels and other supporting devices he supplied. Following Zheng Yifan's specifications, nearly all the buildings were designed to accommodate this set of equipment.
The investment fund securities company, deemed by Berry as the least reliable project, also required support from Zheng Yifan's mysterious team.
All the top-tier operators would be led by a Supercomputer. The core operation revolved around the God Index.
This secret could not be made public and left no trace. Once the notebook was connected to the Supercomputer, it would compute various sub-systems within the Supercomputer, capable of executing all functions of the main system, though it lacked the ability to replicate other sub-systems.
Upon arriving in Paris, Zheng Yifan had no time to spend with Huang Mengni; Ladidia would host her instead. Zheng Yifan needed to focus on his company, but before that, he needed to establish a home in France.
The investment fund securities company's Clean Room was already fully set up; only final personnel recruitment and a series of minor tasks remained. Berry's efficiency was remarkable, which justified his high salary.
Of course, there was also his personal interest at play. If either of these two projects met expectations, he would be considered part of the elite circle in France. Although not as a Boss, it would still significantly increase his worth, especially since each company had employee shares.
Setting aside the investment fund securities company for now, if the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station truly achieved its goals, employee shares could potentially multiply by several zeros. As it grew stronger, the numbers would become unimaginable.
After personally observing the layout of the investment fund securities company's Clean Room and mentally pre-setting positions for installations, he even took a marker to make notes on the smooth floor.
Fortunately, after his evolution, his brain's memory had improved. While his intelligence hadn't increased, his spatial imagination certainly had. In just over two hours, he had planned out the entire Clean Room and even simulated all installation positions and steps in his mind. Everything was ready; they just needed a favorable opportunity.
As night approached, Zheng Yifan enjoyed a sumptuous dinner at Ladidia's villa and then indulged in a night of sweet dreams.
Huang Mengni and Ladidia became friends; the two women shared everything with each other. Whenever Yin Yibin was mentioned, Ladidia's face filled with anger as she assured that while in her villa, no one could harm her.
Of course, she had the ability and the resources. The current Ladidia was completely different from before; the store on the Champs-Élysées had regained its youthful vibrancy, showcasing trendy jewelry that had even been hailed by some gossip magazines as one of the best jewelry designers of the century.
The value of Lopez Company had rebounded from its lows, and the banks no longer pressed them about their loans, as they had weathered the toughest times and were now entering the fast lane. Although they still maintained their presence on the Champs-Élysées, they believed that in the future, their opportunities would only expand.
After all, their connections built over hundreds of years were not something an ordinary company could rival. The sales supply chain around the world was also unbreakable, slowly recovering.
Unfortunately, the jewelry provided by Zheng Yifan still couldn't allow Lopez Company to operate at full capacity, forcing them to search for other sources globally.
However, it was no longer as difficult as before. With fewer major companies continuing to suppress them, Lopez had survived this war without gunfire, much like the Soviet Union during World War II when it endured through its most challenging times and emerged into glory.
The next morning, birds chirped to wake Zheng Yifan from his sweet dreams. Sleepily, he turned on the television, flipping through channel after channel. He watched a popular drama for a while on one channel that seemed to be just as nonsensical as those anti-Japanese dramas from Huaguo. It was a foreign show that left him feeling a bit burnt out.
He hadn't expected France to have such ridiculous television dramas; he had thought French shows were more like "Deep in My Heart," "Girls Take Charge," or "Lily."
Switching channels again, he landed on "Sisterly Bonds," which depicted the conflicting desires and body fears of two sisters—one beautiful and one plain—caught in a struggle with the world of love and lust. The scenes were almost reminiscent of adult films.
Of course, Zheng Yifan watched with a critical eye until the end. What attracted him most was the stunning performance and beauty of the more attractive sister, along with numerous camera shots that catered perfectly to Zheng Yifan's introverted otaku sensibilities.
After leisurely enjoying an authentic Western breakfast, he realized it was already past nine o'clock. After tidying up a bit and making a phone call, his car arrived downstairs. A Rolls-Royce pulled up, with Zheng Yifan's chief translator, Jessica, a beautiful woman, seated inside.
For this car, Ladidia had been nagging Zheng Yifan for quite some time. The French had their own romance but also needed their own pride; currently, French cars were simply pitiful without any true high-end brands.
Renault and Citroën could not meet the French demand for top-tier automobiles.
In a café, Zheng Yifan met with a real estate agent recommended by Berry.
As expected, it was someone from the ubiquitous Hengye Bank Holdings Brokerage Company.
He immediately spotted the real estate agent in his forties, who ordered a cup of coffee and, before even taking a sip, began enthusiastically introducing dozens of luxurious properties that wealthy individuals were starting to sell off. Among them were numerous mansions belonging to celebrities.
Zheng Yifan was almost dazzled by the options. After carefully examining the listings, he found that most of them were indeed prime locations, boasting beautiful scenery. Due to a series of tax proposals targeting the rich by the French government, many affluent French homeowners were selling their luxurious estates, resulting in an impressive inventory for the real estate agent.
After scrutinizing the listings, Zheng Yifan's attention was drawn to a lavish villa located on the Côte d'Azur in southern France. This villa, named Olivod, spanned an expansive area and was situated between Nice and Monaco. The garden-style mansion featured hundreds of olive trees, cypress trees, orange trees, and lemon trees, offering breathtaking views overlooking Cape Ferrat and the Mediterranean Sea. It was truly a paradise of dreams.
However, upon glancing at the price tag behind it, Zheng Yifan immediately felt disheartened; this mansion was priced at an astonishing 400 million Francs. Even someone like Zheng Yifan, who exuded the aura of a newly wealthy individual, found it hard to accept such a figure. But there was nothing he could do; it was simply the reality.
Nonetheless, Zheng Yifan had already committed this villa to memory. If given the opportunity, he would definitely buy it—not just for its luxury but also for its profound heritage and unparalleled location; after all, it had once been a summer palace for French royalty.
In the end, Zheng Yifan reluctantly turned away and focused on other luxurious properties without pursuing the estate further. Since he had set a goal for his future mansion, he would work towards achieving it.
As for his temporary residence, Zheng Yifan had his eye on a penthouse luxury apartment in the resort town of Nice. The apartment measured 7 square feet—though Zheng Yifan wasn't great with calculations, he learned from Jessica that it was approximately 10 square meters and priced at 8 million Francs. The price was indeed steep.
However, being somewhat impatient by nature, Zheng Yifan decided to check it out immediately and hoped to finalize the deal within the day.
Of course, Zheng Yifan's part in the transaction would only be to confirm his interest; Jessica would handle all the paperwork later—he just needed to sign at the end.
The distance from Paris to Nice wasn't far. After resting on the plane for a while, Zheng Yifan opened his eyes to find that he had already arrived at his destination.
The tourist destination of Nice is renowned, and the local tourism industry is quite developed. After a short drive of just over ten minutes, in a state between dreaming and waking, they arrived at their destination.
Before Zheng Yifan stood a luxury apartment that seemed to reach the sky, almost the tallest building in Nice. As he officially entered, he instantly fell in love with the place.
There was no need for a seaside villa; the enjoyable ocean view and the rooftop pool that promised comfort were enough to captivate him at first glance.
Of course, this place could generally be considered a sanctuary for playboys, where success was almost guaranteed. The beautiful women here would easily become enamored in such a romantic setting. With arms outstretched and gazing up at the sky, he felt as though he was one step closer to the heavens.
It was not the feeling of standing atop a high building in a gathering place within an apocalyptic world, filled with countless burdens; instead, it was an impulse of release. This was a paradise, an entertainment haven—not a place for him to struggle and protect.
The local government was responsible for safeguarding property and personal safety. In the gathering place, those responsibilities fell solely on him.
With different identities came different emotions; the feeling of releasing pent-up frustration was uniquely different. Zheng Yifan nodded at Jessica.
Jessica immediately understood and casually lay back on the sofa, savoring the comfort.
Of course, in a few years, she would also have the qualifications to buy such a luxury home, but that would likely deplete all her savings. Rather than that, it felt much more enjoyable to indulge in shopping.
The two enjoyed their comfortable moments with their own thoughts while the real estate agent watched them with a smile. Just by looking at their expressions, he could tell that this deal was likely to go through, and the commission was indeed substantial enough to make his fingers itch with excitement. (To be continued)
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