Abyss Solo

Chapter 92: 057 Yang Ming’s First Factory

“You only need to sign here and pay the amount specified in our contract, then follow us to the Industrial Administration Bureau to transfer ownership, and this chemical factory will be yours.”

In the corner of the hotel lobby, on the sofa reserved for receiving guests.

Yang Ming and Kolev leaned back in unison, their expressions nearly identical.

Slightly excited.

Full of doubt.

How could there be such a good deal?

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One million Federation Coins to buy a fully equipped, continuously profitable chemical factory?

Not to mention anything else, just the factory’s business license alone is worth several million Federation Coins.

And the few products it produces are indispensable catalysts in the production of Rhodium-6!

Although it is only a medium-sized chemical factory, this is undoubtedly a highly lucrative deal.

“Uncle Haton,” Yang Ming whispered to Kolev, “An old lady’s gift?”

Kolev wondered, “Could there be a trap in the production patents?”

The professionally dressed manager reminded them with a smile:

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“I must say, you two are extremely lucky. This factory only needs to operate for half a year to return your investment, and it’s located on the outskirts of Ilando City. Just six months ago, the environmental system and core production workshop were upgraded, almost eliminating the need for any maintenance investment for a decade.”

Yang Ming and Kolev’s doubts deepened.

“Sign it, Uncle,” Yang Ming winked at Kolev, “There’s nothing wrong with this contract.”

“Oh,” Kolev murmured, “I’ve always wanted you to start your own venture. How about we make this deal in your name?”

“No, no, no, Uncle,” Yang Ming grimaced, “I think there might be a trap here. There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

Kolev swore, “Then why did you ask me to sign?”

“Your family is wealthy, not afraid of contract disputes,” Yang Ming chuckled, “I don’t have much money.”

The manager’s smile turned somewhat awkward.

He explained vaguely:

“I can’t reveal the specifics to you two, as per my client’s request… This is a gift for Mr. Yang Ming, to express gratitude for Mr. Yang Ming’s assistance to my client’s sister.

“My client heard you two were scouting for a factory to invest in on this beautiful planet, so why not add one more chemical factory? This industry is in demand right now.”

Ding-ding!

Yang Ming’s watch popped up a message with two key phrases.

[Second Prince’s property].

[Procedures flawless].

The Second Prince?

Based on available information, the Second Prince had been ruled out as a candidate for the Crown Prince, known for his lazy and pleasure-seeking character, rarely contacting ministers but maintaining a good relationship with the Fourth Princess.

Was this purely an expression of gratitude?

Or did the Second Prince have other intentions?

Yang Ming pondered for a few seconds over the contract wrapped in gold foil before him, decisively picked up a pen, wrote down his own name, and then pushed the contract towards Kolev.

“Uncle, let’s do it together. This contract really has no issues, a friend wants to express gratitude.”

“Oh, what kind of gratitude is so expensive?”

Kolev muttered, but he no longer hesitated and signed his name.

The professional manager breathed a sigh of relief.

He fully understood the worries of the uncle and nephew.

“Both of you, please follow me. We’ll first go to the Industrial Administration Bureau for the transfer and notarization, and I will take you to your chemical factory to complete the handover.”

Yang Ming and Kolev exchanged looks, still wary.

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In matters of investment, compared to Yang Ming, Kolev was obviously more cautious.

They were still tense as they processed the transfer procedures at the nearby office of the Industrial Administration Bureau.

They popped champagne in the extended luxury hover car provided by the mediator, but Kolev’s smile was barely convincing.

And when they arrived in front of the plant named ‘Ilando’s Twelfth Chemical Factory,’ and were welcomed by a line of over a hundred human employees, Kolev’s expression remained somewhat cold.

Finally, as Kolev sat in the factory manager’s office, reviewing the financial statements of the past few years, the old man’s tense nerves gradually relaxed.

The old guy soon began to smile broadly.

Yang Ming stood by, watching the digitally displayed numbers for a while, then unilaterally declared himself unfit, feeling dizzy and withdrawing from the battle.

Kolev, wearing glasses, was meticulous, occasionally using his own square glasses to perform some arithmetic calculations.

The factory manager’s office was not luxurious, directly connected to the warehouse below. From the glass in front, Yang Ming could overview the entire warehouse.

This office was previously used by a deputy manager named “Peijili”; the position of factory manager had always been filled by administrative staff, who did not participate in actual management, only overseeing production safety.

At that moment, Deputy Manager Peijili stood at the office door, forehead sweating.

Peijili didn’t know why he felt nervous, but he was now certain, his good days… were over.

Behind Peijili, more than ten factory management staff stood quietly, their expressions somewhat anxious.

Yang Ming, hands in pockets, looked at the busy production robots in the warehouse, and asked in a calm voice:

“Uncle, any issues with the accounts?”

“From what I see now, there aren’t any major problems,” Kolev’s statement gave those outside the door some relief.

But Kolev softly clicked his tongue:

“But you know, my dear nephew, this factory was originally managed on behalf of an agency, which made the oversight environment here quite lax.