105: Chapter 105 The Thunderous Hunt Before the Tollbooth (Revised)

"Everyone disperse, get lost and go to sleep." Lu Chen waved his hand.

Wu Dong and Old Zhou walked back to the dormitory, supporting each other. Da Biao ran to the doorway and squatted down, standing guard like a temple guardian.

The surroundings fell completely silent.

Lu Chen pulled open the door of the car and sat in the driver's seat. He didn't turn on the overhead light.

He leaned back against the slightly sagging leather seat and closed his eyes.

Deep within his retinas, the system interface instantly popped up.

The originally pale blue interface burned into a blinding dark gold in this moment. Even the surrounding borders were shaking frantically.

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host! The number of officially registered employees has surpassed the twenty thousand mark!]

[Ding! Detected continuous growth in registered employees, having crossed the thirty thousand node... finalized. Current compliant registered employees: 41,120 people.]

[The ultimate stacking critical multiplier for 'Ten Thousand Slayer' has been reshuffled.]

Lines of blood-red numbers cascaded down like a waterfall.

[Detected a large influx of newly hired employees. Comprehensive emotional assessment: 'Extremely Grateful'.]

[The initial loyalty of all forty thousand low-level laborers is >90%. Among them, 8,740 people have their loyalty locked at 100%.]

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew what this number meant. These people had been trampled into the mud by black-market factories and capitalists outside. Suddenly encountering a place like Chenguang Electronics, which provided room, board, and a base salary of ten thousand, was like being given a second life.

[Funds settlement channel starting...]

[Calculating the Host's current single-day actual cash flow critical hit...]

The zeros on the system panel began to add up frantically.

Finally, a string of bold, dark gold numbers locked firmly into the center of the screen.

[Single-day income: 417 million RMB.]

[Note: Funds have passed through the highest-level system absolute defense mechanism, forcefully laundered in batches and from various sources, and transferred without a trace into the corporate account jointly managed by The Big Four Banks. Can be used with absolute freedom.]

Over four hundred million in one day.

Lu Chen took a deep breath.

The account Wu Dong just calculated, the four hundred million in monthly wage expenses, was a joke in front of the system.

His current capital pool could pay off the wages of tens of thousands of workers in a single day, and still have a large chunk left over to fill the infrastructure black hole in the north of the city that consumed one hundred million every day.

Money had truly become a string of code that could never be spent.

The system notification sound hadn't stopped, and immediately after, another screen popped up.

[Ding! Total tech points inventory check complete. Current balance has surpassed 704,000 points.]

[Detected that the overall health status of the employee group is below standard (widespread existence of occupational diseases, malnutrition, and latent trauma).]

[Preconditions met.]

[Special auxiliary building blueprint: 'Super Health Center (Medical Edition)' with a full set of medical equipment (can be manifested).]

Lu Chen opened his eyes abruptly.

The blueprint was no longer two-dimensional. On the screen, a massive building model shimmering with holographic blue light was slowly rotating.

A thirty-six-story main building, five hundred sterile VIP wards, fully automated biochemical analyzers, cryogenic chambers on the lowest level, and even the wall materials were special polymer composite boards with self-sterilizing properties.

The system was rarely this generous. It claimed it was just a health center blueprint, but it had actually included the full set of facilities inside. As long as he had people build the structure, it could manifest all of these for him...

Build it! It must be built! If this were built, it wouldn't just be a health center; it would be the most advanced hospital in the world.

Lu Chen couldn't imagine how much excellent talent such a health center would attract once completed.

The cold system text flickered before his eyes.

Lu Chen thought of Wang Yan's seriously ill Mother sleeping under the canvas shed, and Old Zhou's raspy voice that couldn't produce sound and his complexion that had turned grey from overwork.

These people had sold their lives to him; he, Lu Chen, could not let them down.

Lu Chen closed the system interface.

He picked up the military-grade high-frequency walkie-talkie thrown on the passenger seat and pressed the talk button.

The signal crackled twice.

"Zhao Tiezhu." Lu Chen spoke.

In the direction of the construction site in the north of the city, amidst the roar of several excavators, Zhao Tiezhu shouted back with his raspy voice, "Boss! The pipes are all welded! I'm currently leading the men to tie the rebar for the load-bearing walls!"

"Clear out that three-hundred-acre wasteland in the southeast corner of the family residential area." Lu Chen stared at the distant night sky.

The other end of the walkie-talkie paused for a moment, "Boss, we planned to use that land to pile up the sand that President Ma Jianping is shipping in. What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Lu Chen rolled down the car window a little, letting the cold wind outside pour in.

Lu Chen watched the skyline gradually turning a fish-belly white, his tone cold and stern, "There will be a place there for our brothers to get medical treatment."

"Medical treatment? Are we setting up a clinic with prefab panels? I'll go get people to carry the color steel plates."

"It's not a clinic." Lu Chen brought the walkie-talkie closer to his mouth, "It's a hospital. The most advanced hospital. I'll send you the blueprints tomorrow."

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned on the other side of the construction site.

He looked back at that wasteland a few hundred meters away, which had nothing but weeds and mud.

"Old Zhao." Lu Chen's voice came crashing down through the walkie-talkie, brooking no argument, "I want the hospital topped out in half a month. Do you understand?"

Time reversed two hours, Jiangcheng Expressway Toll Station.

The heavy rain had just stopped, and the road surface was covered in black puddles. It wasn't dawn yet, and the overhead lights of the toll station shone onto the wet asphalt, casting a yellow glow.

A license-plate-less, pure black Mercedes business van slowly drove into the ETC lane. The gate didn't lift, and the red warning light remained lit.

A foreign man sat in the back seat, wearing a high-end custom suit, an emerald green thumb ring on his thumb, and holding a cigar with gold foil. He rolled down the window halfway and cursed at the driver in English.

The driver pushed open the door, preparing to go to the manual booth to ask about the situation.

"Bang!"

An anti-riot armored vehicle charged out from the blind spot on the side, accelerator floored, and slammed the front of the Mercedes firmly against the cement crash barrier of the toll station.

The front windshield shattered instantly, and the airbags deployed. The driver's head slammed into the airbag, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Immediately after, twelve Iveco vans painted with special police livery swarmed in from all sides. Tires screeched piercingly against the wet road surface as the twelve vehicles completely boxed in the Mercedes.

The doors opened with a clatter.

Director Li Jianguo wore a bulletproof vest and combat boots, striding over. In his hand, he held a black glass-breaking tool with a reverse grip.

The foreign man shook his dazed head in the back seat. His reaction was extremely fast; just as his right hand was about to reach for the gun at his waist, Director Li Jianguo swung his arm wide, and the glass-breaking tool slammed hard into the explosion-proof glass.