Alex thought about it for a moment before he said, “I don’t really have many requests, but please turn a blind eye on what we do regarding our conflict with Ivy Media Group. Also, please give me a piece of land and a tax exemption for at least five years.”
He smiled as he picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass. “I won’t hide it from you. I am from the Jefferson family from Lumenopolis. My father and Daniel Hardy have always been good friends. I met him ten years ago, and we talked over the phone some time ago to discuss this matter. He really hopes that I will build the technology company at Larnwick. Oh, right, he also promised that he can help me take a bank loan of 25 billion.”
Daniel Hardy was a person of authority in Larnwick. Though Alex was obviously boasting, Evans still took him seriously.
Daniel and Evans were competitors. If Alex were to set up the 100 billion investment in Larnwick, he would have to forget about returning to Lumenopolis; he would most likely have to remain in Nebula City and take a back seat in the political scene.
“How is that a problem? If you want a piece of land, just let us know after you make your pick. As for the other issues, as long as you do not do anything illegal, we won’t intervene,” Evans said, smiling.
That was exactly what Alex wanted to hear. With a laugh, he said, “Alright then. I’ll give you the preliminary project plan within a week.”