I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“I plan to invest 1 billion…” Jiang Chen thought the wording wasn’t attractive enough, so he added, “Dollars.”

Mackey’s eyes instantly turned red and his breathing quickened.

“What do you need?!”

One billion US dollars of investments would be a magnificent political achievement! He had been contemplating how to convince Future Group to increase their investment in the special district, throw more money at Papua Island, and improve locals’ lives…

But Jiang Chen made the proposal himself.

Of course, it could be related to the breakthrough in graphene!

The thought of that alone made Mackey’s eyes light up.

He already made up his mind. Regardless of what Jiang Chen demanded, he would do his best to meet Jiang Chen’s demands. He would do whatever needed to secure the 1 billion USD investment!

“Future Group will acquire 11 companies around the world, organize the patent technology and reorganize into five subsidiaries. The five subsidiaries will produce exterior phone shells, Wi-Fi modules, screen driver chips, camera modules, graphene screens and other parts in New Malaysia Special District.”

“Future Group is planning to enter the cellphone industry?” Mackey asked.

“That’s right!” Jiang Chen smiled. “I’m pleased with the labor costs in the special district, so the new plants will be built here. We’ll need your help in terms of the approval and taxation process.”

It was too restrictive to just stay in the phone industry; Future Heavy Industrial first planned to start with chip manufacturing before branching into the industry chain of phone and tablet production.

“Haha, rest assured Mr. Jiang Chen. You’re a friend of Papua Province – leave this to me! My assistant Monica will be at Future Heavy Industries this month. If you need any help, please let us know!” While trying to tone down his ecstatic mood, Mackey assured Jiang Chen.

“Thank you.”

The fact that the world’s first graphene semiconductor would be situated in the New Malaysia Special District was great news to Malaysia.

The plant would attract a flock of electronic parts manufacturers interested in graphene technology to build plants in the special district. A one billion dollar investment wasn’t much, but the domino effect of the investment would be astounding.

While the Malaysian government daydreamed about becoming the graphene factory for the world, Jiang Chen grinned.

[You’re out of your mind if you think the majority of the core products will be produced here?]

The Malaysian workers only needed to stand beside special instruments along the production line to attach various components such as the CPU, baseband chip, radio frequency chip and power management chip produced from Ange Island Industrial Park.

The core technology would be manufactured by workers on Ange Island.

Of course, with the industrial capabilities of Ange Island, it was impossible to produce everything. The labor force in the special district was vast, and with a beneficial economic policy from the Malaysian government, it was the best for everyone to get a slice of the pie.

Graphene displays and touch screens weren’t difficult to produce. For cameras, Wi-Fi chips, and audio decoder chips, they didn’t require a technological update for the time being. They could be built in the new special district or even outsourced to factories of businesses that invested in the special district.

Everything would use graphene transistors manufactured on Ange Island.

In his few days at the special district, Jiang Chen spent the majority of his time at Future Heavy Industrial’s headquarters constantly in meetings to discuss acquisitions and restructuring.

The meeting’s materials and restructuring plan was Jean’s responsibility. It had a focus on production efficiency which lightened his workload. For the role of an assistant, Jiang Chen gave her a score of 98.

As for the two points deducted, one was because of her expressionless face, and the other was because she couldn’t make coffee for him…

But Ayesha perfectly made up for the missing two points.

Strolling in the center of the New Malaysia Special District, Jiang Chen felt a wave of emotions flooding toward him as he gazed at the illuminated streets.

Half a year ago, this place was a town on the border, fighting to cross the poverty line. With Future Group’s presence, everything was different.

Bundles of cash were thrown out, and an eight-lane highway connected the town straight to the harbor. More stacks of cash, roads, and apartments began to sprout.

Jiang Chen suddenly thought about Xiangjiang a thousand kilometers away. Before its rise, it was just a small fishing village.

The special district was presently just like Xiangjiang from last century. Just standing on the strait, he could sense the propensity and growth in the air. If the special district became the second Xiangjiang one day, Future Group would become filthy rich.

From walking to the headquarters building up to the strait, Jiang Chen hadn’t set foot off his property yet.

Future Group purchased ten square kilometers of land from the special district government for an extremely low price and handled 80% of infrastructure development.

If the housing prices of the special district rose to half of Xiangjiang’s prices, Future Heavy Industrial could easily be renamed Future Real Estate.

It was too unromantic to think about this during break time. Jiang Chen intentionally cleared his agenda that day to take Ayesha around.

Life was about more than just making money.

“Aren’t you busy today?” Ayesha held Jiang Chen’s hand. She tilted her head while her sapphire eyes showed confusion.

“Today is the weekend. It’s okay to take a break.” He smiled.

He had been taking a “break” all year around. Or rather, working hard for one week was rare for him.

“Mhmm, just relax today then.” She spoke gently.

Jiang Chen tousled her hair, kissed her forehead, gazed at her blushed face, and sincerely said to her, “Thank you.”

“?”

Ayesha’s eyes displayed the confusion in her mind.

“I live in two worlds with so many things to take care of. I just feel like I owe you—”

Her soft finger stopped Jiang Chen from talking. Ayesha shook her head, and her gorgeous but icy face bloomed into a rare, bright smile.

“Do you still remember the trip to the desert?”

It was overreaching to say it was a trip.

Gazing at the gentleness inside her sapphire eyes, Jiang Chen suddenly understood the words in her heart.

“If you really want to talk about who owes whom, I owe you the entire world.”