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Back in the real world, it was just past four in the afternoon. The transition between the two worlds felt like a stark contrast, requiring a few minutes to adjust. Yet, before five minutes had passed, his phone exploded with notifications. When was the last time he returned to rest?
He couldn't remember at all. Time in the Apocalyptic World felt short, but many events had transpired. Aside from the recent sweep by Tang Hao and his team, who had cleared out all the unscrupulous clothing factories in the city and placed a large order, he hadn't been back much since.
Now that he returned, over a hundred messages from beautiful translators Jessica and the butler George flooded his phone. It seemed they were quite anxious; after such a long time, they still hadn't finalized any specific work.
After replying to his messages, he was once again tormented by that mournful voice for a while before finally scheduling an online video conference for the evening. They would discuss everything then; their workload was minimal, and he felt restless. This was their prime time, and everyone wanted to showcase their ambitions instead of dealing with trivial matters. At Ladidia, all the jewelry sales processes were handled efficiently, leaving only payment collection and tax reporting for Zheng Yifan. There was hardly any work left.
The video equipment and software were custom-made for him by Jessica in France and had already arrived at home. However, Zheng Yifan hadn't even had the chance to unbox them; it was just a computer and a camera. In the future, it seemed they would only serve as tools for him to play online games—assuming he had time.
As he scrolled through his calls and messages, his mind gradually returned to reality.
The oppressive atmosphere and fast pace of the apocalypse were quicker than any major city. For an average person, recovering from it would take considerable time. Only Zheng Yifan's robust health and resilient spirit allowed him to adapt quickly.
He checked in on Tang Hao and his friends, casually chatting for a bit. After enduring countless complaints about "robbing the rich to help the poor," he fell into a deep sleep; life in the apocalypse had been exhausting.
He slept for over three hours, and when he woke up, it was already dusk. The streets began to fill with pedestrians as a cold wave swept through the Apocalyptic World. The streets were desolate as everyone rushed outside to prepare for winter supplies. Meanwhile, it was early October here; girls flaunted their slender figures on the streets while boys surrounded young girls, expressing their feelings shyly. Bashful boys stood silently beside their beloved girls, blushing but too timid to confess…
It was a scene of diverse lives—so peaceful and comfortable.
Unfortunately, before Zheng Yifan could fully appreciate it, his phone rang again—it was Berry calling. The entire team had gathered; ten people were waiting for him, their boss. The timing was precise down to the second; these folks were indeed getting a bit idle.
He opened the software and entered a lengthy password before connecting to the meeting room. The ten people on the other side were gathered around their computers in a conference room in France while Zheng Yifan appeared groggy on screen. Rubbing sleep from his eyes with one hand, he looked like someone who had just woken up.
"Everyone's here? Let's start the meeting."
"Please take a look at the documents and implementation plans I sent you. Is there anything that needs changing?" After pausing for a moment until everyone was ready and focused on their screens, Zheng Yifan sent over the materials.
This plan had been created at Han Sui City Gathering Place; he hadn't yet found time to rush back to Hope Gathering Place. Once the project was confirmed and execution began in reality, that would be when he needed to get to work.
Berry opened the documents and read carefully. Everyone in various positions focused intently on their tasks while Jessica provided simultaneous translation for Zheng Yifan. Only butler George watched him anxiously.
Zheng Yifan hardly resembled a wealthy individual at all. He looked like the ultimate recluse, an Otaku! Just look at the clutter behind him, a pile of what seemed like shabby boxes. The cheap, rough sofa and his disheveled appearance were truly unbecoming of his status.
He had made up his mind. Whenever he got the chance to catch Zheng Yifan alone, he would have a serious talk with him. He also needed to address his work issues; after all, he had yet to see Boss's luxurious mansion in Huaguo. It felt like a catastrophic blow to him.
“Boss, I reviewed your project proposal, and there are many aspects that exceed my understanding. However, in Western countries, Clean Energy projects are relatively easy to get approved. The only thing we need to do now is to quickly file for the 175 patents you can provide to create a patent barrier. Then we should hire experts or have you send experts to choose the location for constructing the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station. This entire process will take at least six months, and considering the construction time for the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station and the sheer volume of equipment outlined in your proposal, which cannot be manufactured overnight, your timeline of just one year is simply unrealistic. Please forgive my bluntness; this is an impossible task,” Berry explained slowly to Zheng Yifan.
He knew that his boss was quite inexperienced in many areas, resembling a pack of mercenaries like wolves. At one point, he had speculated that Boss might be the son of a military bigwig, but now he had discarded that thought entirely. After seeing these project proposals, he realized just how ambitious Boss's plans were. A corner of the iceberg was beginning to show its sharp edges.
Since he was working under someone else, Berry felt compelled to give his all. He discussed many things with Zheng Yifan, primarily focusing on construction issues. This was nearly an impossible task; building a large structure in France typically took at least three years, let alone an entire Solar Photovoltaic Power Station with investments likely exceeding hundreds of millions or even billions. The scale of the power station outlined in the proposal far surpassed his imagination.
In the end, however, Berry still couldn't convince Zheng Yifan and had to proceed with setting up the foundational construction as planned. The most critical equipment had not even been handled by them; once the infrastructure was completed, they would arrange for personnel to transport it.
There were also other plans in motion, such as Zheng Yifan's global stock market strategy to officially relocate the entire God Index System to France. Once the snowball grew large enough, they would establish an investment fund securities company and develop into a diversified investment group, with the main operator being the Supercomputer from Apocalyptic World along with the God Index.
Currently, under intense pressure from financial backers, Zheng Yifan had directly acquired a bankrupt internet service company. All servers were thoroughly cleaned out; within a clean room, Zheng Yifan’s Supercomputer harvested from Hope Gathering Place would be installed there. The clean room was equipped with dust-free and anti-static measures meticulously implemented. Yet despite such robust hardware conditions, the company still went bankrupt, highlighting just how fierce competition was in the internet services industry.
Thus, after Zheng Yifan made a significant financial investment in Francs, ownership of the company officially changed hands.
During the entire meeting, Zheng Yifan contributed very little. When it came to ruthless decisions, he could hold his own without flinching; facing a hundred opponents was no issue for him. But in the realm of business reality, he was completely inexperienced—every gap was filled by Berry and his team. Now that they had an official project underway, they needed to select a construction unit for Zheng Yifan.
After the meeting concluded, Zheng Yifan finally managed to escape after being lectured by Old George for quite some time. Berry also provided him with an even more crucial suggestion.
He advised Zheng Yifan to consider immigrating—whether it be to France, America, Britain, or any country with sound legal systems.
In Huaguo, personal safety and property security were not guaranteed. His assets had already reached a level where they caught national attention; although developed countries would also impose regulations, as long as asset acquisition channels were entirely legal, they would be protected by local laws.
In Huaguo, once you became substantial enough for them to notice you, escaping was nearly impossible; all your assets merely served as temporary management for the government—they ultimately belonged to them.
This suggestion resonated well with Zheng Yifan; there were too few visa-free countries from Huaguo—only a handful of developing nations that often required aid themselves.
Now he could only rely on Berry and Tang Hao for purchasing special supplies; if he wanted convenience in the future, choosing a country for immigration would be the best course of action.
Finally, he set his sights on France. It wasn't that he didn't want to experience life in America; rather, reality dictated his choice. The gun control laws in the United States were quite strict, while France had relatively more lenient regulations, making it easier to obtain a firearm license and approval for a Security Company.
Another suggestion was for Zheng Yifan to establish a Security Company or hire Mercenaries for protection. His assets were growing exponentially under the supervision of the entire team, constantly reshaping Berry and their worldview. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before certain individuals took notice. While strong military power wasn't the most useful, it was certainly the quickest to take effect. Lacking the background of those prominent families and old aristocrats, he could only resort to such extreme measures to achieve basic accumulation.
After listening to all the suggestions, Zheng Yifan slowly recorded them and contemplated his future development direction.
Gradually, as the moon hung high in the sky, there were no sounds of insects or birds—only the thunderous sound of snoring.
The next morning, Zheng Yifan received a call from a manager at Xingye Bank in France. They were experts on matters in Paris. After having breakfast, they met at the agreed time.
They went together to the Immigration Bureau to discuss matters and obtained the necessary documents. The verification of several hundred million in funds by the Immigration Bureau was completed without issue.
However, this was merely a ten-year residency permit. According to Berry's laws, France was a non-immigrant country. If he wanted formal citizenship, he would likely have to wait until his Solar Photovoltaic Power Station was constructed; then everything would become much simpler. For now, he was just an ordinary investment immigrant without significant privileges. But since he had already secured a ten-year residency permit, how far could permanent residency be?
Next, he needed to consider settling down with the God Index and also find a new home for his parents. The preliminary plan was to settle in France, though the specific location still needed to be determined.
The complicated issues had been handed over to Berry and their team; he had already laid down his burdens and it was time to go home for a visit.
Or perhaps, should he buy a car first? (To be continued)
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