The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 129

C129 – How Did This Building Disappear?

Su Ming had spent the entire night playing and felt incredibly refreshed.

He had gone to bed in the wee hours and by the time he woke up, it was already noon.

After ordering some takeout and eating his fill, Su Ming took a refreshing bath and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Then, he stepped outside, intending to check on his fields first.

The corn was thriving; the ears had formed but were still quite small.

Su Ming figured that in roughly twelve hours, the corn would be ready to harvest.

That would be in the early morning hours.

Accustomed to the growth patterns of his crops, Su Ming felt no urgency. He strolled leisurely to the door. Despite it being midday, there was a bustle of people and traffic.

Yet, something felt off to Su Ming today.

He blinked, taking in his surroundings. Having lived here for some time, he sensed an oddity about the place today.

A sudden realization hit him, and he gaped, looking to his left.

Where had the building gone?

Just yesterday, as he finished moving his things, he had noticed lights on in the neighboring building.

Su Ming had even remarked to himself about the exhausting overtime work of the people inside.

But now, the building was gone?

Su Ming’s field was situated to the right of the Guoxing Building, with a tall office building to the left, a road in front, and several more buildings behind.

His field was essentially encased by these structures.

The presence of the neighboring buildings, along with a ring of trees and fences, had always given Su Ming a sense of security.

How could the building simply vanish?

Confusion washed over Su Ming. The building’s disappearance was alarmingly swift.

Having mingled with construction workers in the past, Su Ming knew that demolishing such a structure would take at least a month, from blasting to clearing the debris.

Yet now, there was no trace of dust, and the entire building had vanished without a trace.

What in the world was happening?

Puzzled, Su Ming headed towards where the building once stood.

He couldn’t help but wonder as he walked—had demolition speeds really become this rapid?

In just one night, the building had been taken down.

It reminded Su Ming of a news story he had once seen about a train station that was rebuilt overnight.

He never imagined he’d witness such construction speed firsthand.

Su Ming had previously struck up conversations with the occupants of the Guoxing Building.

As he approached and surveyed the scene, Su Ming remained indifferent. The building held no significance for him. Yet, for the Angel Group’s team, the task was grueling. Aware of Su Ming’s proximity, they had to keep the demolition noise to a minimum and ensure the swift removal of debris. They had worked tirelessly throughout the previous night.

Scores of workers had toiled at the site the night before, pulling off a seemingly impossible feat in just twelve hours. But, this was par for the course.

Once Wang Guohui issued the command, his employees snapped up the property with remarkable speed, promptly commencing the internal strip-down. They stripped the building of all its internal fixtures, revealing that the individuals Su Ming had observed the night before weren’t working; they were dismantling the structure from within.

Numerous expert crews were enlisted, including the original construction teams and architects who were intimately acquainted with the building’s design. Concurrently, they obliterated the underground foundation.

They also introduced cutting-edge demolition techniques, opting for a machine that methodically deconstructed the building floor by floor from the top down, rather than using explosives. This approach allowed for rapid demolition with minimal dust, facilitating the immediate disposal of the rubble.

The cost of the demolition was substantial, but the Guoxing Building had stood for many years.

Constructed of brick, the building came down with surprising speed. Its central location was key, and the designers had anticipated the potential for its eventual demolition.

The Angel Group and the construction crews had exerted tremendous effort to dismantle the building in such a short span. Workers were roused from their beds and converged from various sites, driven by the promise of pay. They gave it their all.

To Su Ming, however, the demolition was inconsequential. Erecting and razing buildings was all in a day’s work.

The demolition not only promised additional revenue for the local government but also the opportunity to erect iconic new structures in its place—a scenario where everyone stands to gain.

Su Ming simply glanced around and, without a word, headed straight back. He surveyed the field, found no work to be done, gave the yard a quick sweep, and organized his modest storage shed. As he was about to return, a sudden noise at the entrance caught his attention.

Turning his head, Su Ming was met with a line of sleek black cars. It was clear that these vehicles were of high value, each one custom-ordered from overseas.

Wang Guohui stepped out of one of the cars, looking sharp in a suit and exuding an energy that belied his previously listless demeanor. A sizable entourage followed, unmistakably his associates.

The day before, after visiting his mother, Wang Guohui was overjoyed to find her truly on the mend. Her appetite had returned, her spirits were high, and they had shared a meal together.

Despite a sleepless night fueled by excitement, Wang Guohui felt more invigorated than ever. He couldn’t help but attribute this vigor to the ink—after all, his mother had only consumed half, and he had tasted the remainder.

That single sip seemed to have revitalized his health and boosted his vitality. The doctors, too, were astounded by the swift improvement in his mother’s condition.