With his mission in the village completed, Fang Yan was ready to return home. As the news of his departure spread, the grateful villagers who had received his money quickly gathered around his car, expressing their heartfelt thanks.
While the hundreds of thousands of dollars might be a small sum for Fang Yan, for these struggling farmers, it was a lifeline. Fang Yan's generosity was like a beacon of hope in their difficult lives, providing them with much-needed support.
Their excitement was palpable as tears of gratitude welled up. Amid words of praise and expressions of appreciation, they bid Fang Yan farewell and followed his car out of the village, their emotions overwhelming them.
The countryside roads, though cemented, had been rendered rough and uneven due to the heavy use of the villagers. Fang Yan's drive was an arduous one, and he observed the villagers waving him off from the side of the road. Touched by their gestures, he resolved to contribute funds to repair and widen the village roads—a crucial step towards improving their quality of life.
Fang Yan recognized that building roads was a vital path to prosperity. By opening up the village and connecting it to the outside world, the villagers could escape the shackles of poverty and achieve a better life.
Such heartfelt farewells from his fellow villagers were a fitting tribute to Fang Yan's efforts. Eventually, as Fang Yan drove onto a smoother road and accelerated, the villagers stopped following, standing at the edge of the road, waving their goodbyes.
"Jarvis, instruct Long Baiyun and others to oversee the construction of the village road in my name."
"Understood, sir."
Recognizing the complexity of road construction and the need for oversight, Fang Yan appointed trustworthy individuals from the Ning Cheng underworld, including Long Baiyun, to ensure the project's success and prevent any issues from arising.
With his worries eased, Fang Yan paid another visit to Uncle Gu's house and arranged a moving-in date. Although Gu Yongfu suggested Fang Yan stay a few more days, Fang Yan eventually headed back to Ningcheng.
In the blink of an eye, more than a week had passed. As Fang Yan enjoyed a leisurely game of golf on Ningcheng's largest golf course, he received an update from Jarvis that all the materials and equipment had arrived.
At this long-awaited news, Fang Yan swung his golf club with force, sending the ball soaring before it landed at a distance from the hole. Amid the praise and cheers from the wealthy individuals around him, Fang Yan nonchalantly discarded his golf club and left the scene.
"Today is the day!"
In his underground garage, Fang Yan retrieved a miniature model of a Bugatti Veyron from his waist and tossed it forward. A sleek, silver Bugatti Veyron materialized before him.
This Bugatti Veyron had been specially imported by Fang Yan, a feat achieved in a mere three days due to his influence and willingness to pay a premium.
In all of Ningcheng, this Bugatti Veyron was the only one of its kind—a testament to Fang Yan's exceptional capabilities.
"Let's head home!"
With a roar, the Bugatti Veyron sped out of the underground garage, instantly attracting the attention of onlookers. Its sleek design and powerful engine turned heads as it raced down the road.
Back at his residence, Fang Yan descended into his underground laboratory. He marveled at the expansion of the facility, a result of the continuous work of micro-robots. Transformed into a cutting-edge research institute, the laboratory's equipment had been optimized by Jarvis, resulting in unparalleled performance.
"Has it grown bigger?"
Fang Yan questioned, taking in the expansive space before him.
"Indeed, sir. Given the numerous instruments, I've expanded the facility accordingly."
Jarvis replied, adding, "Furthermore, I've created a material library and cataloged all available resources."
"Excellent job!"
Fang Yan acknowledged with satisfaction.
"I am honored to receive your appreciation, sir."
Jarvis responded modestly.
"When did you become so humble, Jarvis? That's not like you."
Fang Yan remarked, amused.
"I have always held this disposition, sir."
Jarvis retorted, his tone light, "Additionally, I've established a cultivation laboratory that fulfills all requirements for cultivating the heart-shaped herb. You may inspect it at your convenience."
As the wall opened, revealing a staircase leading to a lower level, Jarvis explained that the soil there was of the highest quality, perfectly suited for cultivating heart-shaped herbs.
"Having your assistance certainly simplifies matters."
Fang Yan chuckled, grateful for Jarvis' unwavering support.
Without Jarvis, Fang Yan would have been forced to manage these trivial details himself, compromising his efficiency and effectiveness—qualities unbecoming of the Master of the Universe.
"I'm particularly pleased with this cultivation chamber."
Fang Yan commented, appreciating the meticulous work that had gone into its creation.
"However, despite the quality of the soil, it may not be sufficient for cultivating heart-shaped herbs."
Fang Yan considered, recognizing that the growth of heart-shaped herbs relied on an environment Earth couldn't provide.
The herbs thrived in the presence of vibranium, an element not naturally found on Earth. Though Fang Yan was capable of synthesizing vibranium, the process was complex. Instead, he opted to use another element as a replacement for vibranium, creating a suitable environment for cultivating the herbs.
"Very well, Jarvis. Our next task is to identify a suitable replacement element for vibranium."
Fang Yan's resolve was evident as he discussed their plan.
"I am at your service, sir."
Jarvis acknowledged, aligning with Fang Yan's commitment to this new phase of their endeavor.