The Guardian's Return by Old Pumpkin

Chapter 259

James understood now was the best time for the food hall to generate revenue. Every day, they were raking in millions. If they were to lower the prices or shut down a few stalls, it would upset other businesses and lower their revenue.

Everyone knew the vendors were using top-quality ingredients, so most people were willing to put up with the higher prices. After all, James said it himself. Stephen and George had personally checked everything. If those two had signed off, it had to be legitimate. Moreover, Stephen was involved. Who was he? He was the Grand Marshal's mentee and the legend who brought peace to Riveria. Since the businesses could pass through his inspections, there was no doubt everything was above board.

Stephen and George watched as the food hall's profit grew, grinning ear to ear.

George said, "This is just the beginning. Once the other businesses get going, we'll earn

even more."

Stephen nodded. He really wanted to show Ethan how much progress Celestial City had made.

"It looks like when he warned us about unseen forces stirring in Riveria, it was all just a scare."

George chuckled and replied, "Maybe it wasn't a scare. Maybe he just

overestimated himself, and every minor hiccup probably looked like a grand conspiracy to him."

"Hahaha! That could be it." Stephen laughed. "He

both himself and his

like he and his enemies are the same.

George agreed.

Michael Norman, knocked on the

head low, Michael said, "A few villages have spoken up, saying that their land has been

narrowed his eyes. "Tell me more about

replied. "Here's

that around a month ago, James went to them saying their land had been sélected for redevelopment into a development zone. James then gave

pondered a moment. He was aware of the project since he had signed off on

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there a problem with

enough. They can't afford to buy a house

much

housing, and 30,000 dollars per 666 square

them, is it? Where are those villagers? Have them

left and returned with the

hair stepped forward and introduced himself respectfully, "I'm Lucas Jackson, the village chief, and I've come to speak on behalf

so he asked bluntly, "Do you think a compensation of 6,000 dollars per square meter of housing and 30,000 dollars per 666 square meter of

too little. We can't

Even the cheapest units were 15 thousand

"Is that so?"

expression turned serious as he said, "I understand your situation. You may go back for now. I'll look into this for

"You must

waved his hand, dismissing Lucas without saying anything else, and Michael sent the