A small, obscure county town with a permanent population of fewer than 300,000.
Its industries have withered, its young people have left, and the elderly left behind watch over their grandchildren on empty streets.
I've been reborn.
With a golden finger so simple it's absurd:
Every permanent resident earns me one yuan a day.
287,421 people → 280,000 yuan a day.
Not bad, but not enough.
Step one: Take over the failing Red Star Garment Factory → provide jobs for 200 laid-off workers → revive the local industry.
Step two: Seize the building-materials supply chain monopolized by local strongmen → break the resource blockade → kick-start construction.
Step three: Discover a kaolin deposit worth billions buried beneath the factory grounds → bring in provincial capital → send the population soaring.
Step four: Build industrial parks, create a university town, attract foreign investment → a minor county town → a tenth-tier city → a fifth-tier city → a third-tier city → ...
Population: 500,000. Daily income: 500,000 yuan.
Population: 2 million. Daily income: 2 million yuan.
Population: 10 million
“Sorry, Anji is no longer a county.”
“Please call it Anji City.”
Some call me an infrastructure fanatic. Others call me a capitalist monster.
I only know one thing:
Every time someone sets foot on this land, another yuan appears in my bank account.
So I'll make the whole world want to come here.
In my previous life, the city worked me to death.
In this life, I'll build a city of my own.
