Chapter 172 The Land Reclamation Project
Everyone was dumbfounded upon hearing that.
Gideon felt a tingling sensation on his scalp as he repeated, “Land reclamation project?”
He subconsciously drew in a sharp breath. One could visibly see his pupils constricting at this moment.
To proceed with land reclamation, we have to downgrade Class One Conservation Area to Class Four Conservation Area. How much power do we even need to accomplish this?
“That’s right. The approval for the land reclamation project will be announced shortly. This is the information I have gotten directly from Mr. Tyrone himself!” There was a sense of fervor on Sixten’s face at the mention of Tyrone.
Gideon suddenly snapped back to his senses. “Mr. Tyrone has gotten the approval?”
“I bet he has. Only the Campbell clan has such capability,” Jack replied haughtily.
His arrogance grew after Tyrone praised him for his writings regarding the piece he wrote for Donald’s part in The Abandoned Children Of The Campbell Clan. To be exact, Tyrone said that his sharp tone in the writing had an air of an accomplished writer.
However, Sixten shook his head. “It’s not Mr. Tyrone. Instead, it’s Horizon Group!”
Everyone was even more surprised after hearing that.
Why do the people of Horizon Group not stay at Quadfield, the border of Walund? So why are they carrying out their business in Pollerton?
Sixten continued, “After some rough estimation, the entire land reclamation project can be split into different segments of the project. There are dozens of subprojects worth a billion, over a hundred subprojects worth one hundred million, and over a thousand subprojects worth ten million. Once the approval for the land reclamation project is announced to the public, the real estate proprietors and developers will all enter Pollerton, allowing the most basic construction and the more sophisticated market exchange to occur. From this project, a century-old prominent family will emerge! We could be as powerful as the Wilson family from Tayhaven!”
Gideon and the rest of the people had already lost their ability to comprehend the significance of Sixten’s announcement.
“Is this Lord Campbell’s work?” Gideon felt goosebumps all over his skin.
Sixten merely gave a snort. “Now, here’s what you have to do. By hook or by crook, you have to get a few multi-million subprojects. It’d be better to get some subprojects worth a billion as well. Do you understand?”
Gideon laughed heartily. “Don’t worry. If this is another type of project, I might not be skillful enough to manage it. But since it’s related to infrastructure, I have the upper hand here. After all, I have dozens of engineering teams and hundreds of connections in this industry. I just have a few questions. Who is the leader of this project and who are we reporting to? Besides, who is the person in charge of infrastructure?”
“The appointment of the relevant people in charge is still in progress, so you have to monitor the news closely!” Sixten replied seriously.
Gideon nodded as he rubbed his hands together. “It’s finally time for us to shine!”
In no time, night had fallen.
A box truck drove into Pollerton slowly. Because of the enclosed cuboid-shaped cargo area, one could not see what was stored in the truck.
The driver looked rather indifferent, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a face mask with only his eyes revealed.
It was none other than Kingsley.
While driving, he deliberately avoided the streets with surveillance cameras.
Meanwhile, Donald was standing in the dark compartment with the two-meter-tall grandfather clock in front of him.
The clock was made of pure bronze, and it weighed around six hundred to seven hundred pounds.
Though he did not show any expression on his face, his gaze was as sharp as a sword.
At one o’clock in the morning, the truck slowly drove to the city of Pollerton, entering Golden Residence.
It was a lavish residential area with good security and management. Every square meter cost around sixty to seventy thousand.
The truck came to a stop, as there were several cars entering and exiting the residence.
As some people were night owls, it was just the beginning of their nightlife.
Nevertheless, this did not affect Donald at all.
After they found a secluded spot, Kingsley got out of the truck.
Donald instructed, “Wait for me here.”
Kingsley lowered his head.
