Du Anrao felt a jolt of energy, subconsciously sitting up straighter as her eyes locked onto the land contract on stage, sparkling with excitement.
*I have wronged the mastermind who decided to bundle these two plots of land together! This isn’t some toxic piece of garbage; it’s a golden apple wrapped in a layer of cheap foam!*
Du Anrao’s use of "golden apple" was entirely literal. In one week, this wasteland, which everyone was desperate to avoid, would be discovered to sit atop a massive gold mine.
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