His mood was nowhere near as calm as it looked on the surface.
His heart started thumping, "bang, bang, bang."
These real-time data, these 230 hectares of land, this entire operating system.
Right now they were opening up to him in a way of absolute submission.
Not ownership in a symbolic sense.
Not registration on paper.
But—
If you want to change somewhere, you can change it.
If you want to build something, you can build it.
All resources are waiting for your decision.
A cool and vast sense of control slowly rose from the deepest part of his chest.
Too real.
Too immense.
Too silent.
Land, production, life;
Security, meetings, administration;
Culture, art, healing;
Luxury, socializing, heritage…
Every system was running around him.
Every order revolved around him.
…
Just then.
Lin Muxue stepped closer, "President Tang, I… I need to go to the bathroom first."
Tang Song turned back, and his gaze instinctively dropped to her lower abdomen.
