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Under the careful packaging and crafting of Huang Haoran, the Foot Odor Energy Company has gradually transformed into a sophisticated and complete brand empire. From its external image and rhetoric to every word and action on social media, everything has been meticulously designed and rendered by the team. Each tweet, each video segment, and each public appearance is aimed at reinforcing one concept—he is not just an entrepreneur but also a prophet, an innovator who is pioneering a new era.
Behind this dazzling stage, Lin Tianyou's footsteps have never ceased. The construction project of the branch office in C City is progressing vigorously.
What was once a barren plot of land has now become a modern marvel interwoven with steel and energy. Several avant-garde factory buildings stand tall in what was once a dilapidated area, their silver and charcoal gray walls shimmering under the sunlight with the sheen of mechanical civilization. The towering exhaust pipes are no longer symbols of pollution but rather the pillars of Foot Odor Energy; pipelines transporting gas snake through the entire area, like the veins of a city beginning to pulse anew.
On the assembly line, various refining and conversion equipment have begun preliminary testing. Cylinders of green gas leap within glass reaction tanks, with stable pressure readings indicating they are being precisely converted into pure energy. Robotic arms move rhythmically like dancers, assembling, testing, and sealing. A brand new energy production chain is being born here.
Zheng Xuan arrived at this place of rebirth, initially filled with some wariness and skepticism. But the moment she stepped into the factory area and stood on the observation platform, she was taken aback by the scene before her. The once-decrepit C City was truly beginning to revive—not just a slogan, not just a fantasy, but vividly unfolding right before her eyes.
Lin Tianyou, dressed in work attire and wearing safety goggles, personally welcomed her. His face bore the usual signs of fatigue and madness, yet his eyes sparkled with pure enthusiasm. He succinctly and professionally introduced her to the operational logic of various facilities—
"This line is our latest version of the odor concentration machine; it can compress the neutron layer in Foot Odor down to the fifth layer of atomic internal structure. This is key to the conversion… And over here is our preliminary Pneumatic Engine testing station… We are using it to power the lighting system for a small local area, achieving three times the efficiency of solar energy…"
Zheng Xuan stared at all this in amazement, her heart simultaneously shaken by this incredible progress while feeling a sense of awe—Huang Haoran's repulsive feet were indeed beginning to change a city. She had thought this was merely a bold investment venture, but now she began to sense that this could be a true revolution transcending commerce and energy—a genuine era of innovation.
As Zheng Xuan stepped off the observation platform into the semi-public construction site, several nearby citizens paused their work to converse and observe her. At first, she thought it was mere curiosity, but in the next moment, a middle-aged worker covered in dust approached her, beads of sweat on his forehead yet sincerity in his expression as he nodded respectfully and said:
"Mayor Zheng, thank you. If it weren't for your support for this project, we wouldn't have jobs."
As soon as he finished speaking, several others around echoed his sentiment—
"Yeah, my daughter said she can finally study at night now that we have lights at home."
"I never thought anyone would actually come to take care of our rundown place... Thank you, and thank you to President Huang!"
"Yes, President Huang is a true hero, but if it weren't for your nod, he wouldn't have come here to invest. We all know that!"
These words left Zheng Xuan momentarily stunned. She stood there, gazing at the group of citizens who had once caused her endless headaches—now their faces were no longer marked by rage and apathy, but filled with gratitude and hope. Just a few days ago, these people were burning tires in the streets, smashing cars, and looting stores; she had even been afraid to step out of City Hall alone.
And now, they were smiling at her, even thanking her.
A feeling she had never experienced before surged within Zheng Xuan. She suddenly realized that Huang Haoran was not just "bringing energy"—what he brought was hope, order, and the very foundation for a crumbling city to function again.
Meanwhile, Lin Tianyou was completely oblivious to her emotional turmoil. He continued to speak like a wind-up robot, enthusiastically detailing the upcoming plans:
"We plan to open the second phase within two weeks. That area will specifically refine the byproducts from the foul air for developing the Pneumatic Engine. Once the technology stabilizes, we will initiate the third phase—establishing a local Pneumatic Power Grid! Not only will it supply C City, but it will also feed back into other cities. Then, there will be a new commercial corridor here that combines gas electricity with Night Market Culture, becoming a model for the Energy Tourism Zone as per President Huang's directives!"
He spoke with such fervor, like a mad idealist, flipping through a stack of blueprints in his hands. Zheng Xuan watched all of this with a tumultuous heart.
This mad scientist's efficiency was astonishing, and that Stinky King—his wealth was almost mythical, as if he were a creator descended from legend.
She understood now; this was not just an ordinary urban renovation project but a complete transformation of fate. As long as this momentum continued, C City would no longer be wasteland but rather—a city of the future.
As sunlight spilled onto the factory's metallic walls, C City's streets were finally filled with a sense of order and vitality. Lin Tianyou continued to introduce Zheng Xuan to the next phase of deployment while workers busily and steadily moved through various districts; everything unfolded like a meticulously arranged symphony, playing in perfect harmony.
But just when they thought everything had finally fallen into place, the roar of fate quietly approached from deep within the streets.
The roar of engines echoed through the empty streets like a wild beast, stirring up dust at the distant intersection. Dozens of modified motorcycles surged forward, their vibrant paint gleaming and exhausts roaring like war drums. The riders, wearing skull helmets and adorned with inked lines and tattoos, howled and laughed maniacally as they sped along.
At the forefront was a Latina, her figure striking in a tight black leather outfit that accentuated her athletic curves. Her thick black hair whipped in the wind, and beneath her sunglasses, her eyes gleamed with cruelty and wildness. She carried a modified submachine gun on her shoulder, a bloodied grin playing at the corners of her mouth.
"This is it! Open fire—let them know this isn’t their turf!"
With her command, the convoy surged forward like a flood towards the Foot Odor Energy Company branch. The screech of brakes and the grinding of tires filled the air as dozens of guns were raised simultaneously—then came the downpour of bullets!
Bang! Bang bang bang bang—!!
The bullets rained down like thunder, tearing through the newly installed floor-to-ceiling windows. The sound of shattering glass echoed into the sky, metal frames splintering as shards flew everywhere. The freshly set up reception area, lighting fixtures, and logo wall were obliterated in an instant.
Nearby workers and civilians screamed in terror, scattering in all directions. Some were cut by flying glass; others fell to the ground, dragged away by their companions as they crawled to escape. The cries of children, the gasps of women, and the alarms from construction sites intertwined into a cacophony of chaos.
Zheng Xuan suddenly turned around, his expression shifting in alarm, while Lin Tianyou quickly crouched down and shouted, "Quick! Get into the command room!"
But the Latina's laughter drowned out everything—arrogant, piercing, filled with an overwhelming confidence.
"You tech geeks and Stench punks think you can take this city? Don’t kid yourselves; C City is our territory!"
Her words pierced through the gunfire and smoke like a letter from hell. Huang Haoran and Lin Tianyou's empire was facing its first true counterattack. The trial by blood and fire began at this very moment.
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