Chapter 41: Corporate Maneuvers and Desert Ambitions

“Oh, so, who’s the major shareholder? And what’s the share distribution?”

After a pause, one of the staff snapped back to attention and hurriedly asked.

“The major shareholder is Haoran Asset Management Co., Ltd., holding 90% of the shares; Zhu Qiang holds 5%, and the remaining personnel hold the other 5%.”

“Oh, and the major shareholder isn’t disclosed publicly!”

After speaking, Zhu Qiang handed over a copy of the ID and added, “And I’m the legal representative.”

Haoran Asset was set up yesterday by Xu Hao in Wei City as a sole proprietorship. This way, no one would know that Xu Hao is the true owner of Mingsha Tourism.

“Alright, and what about the registered address?”

Clattering on the keyboard, the staff quickly operated and inquired.

“The registered address? It’s right here!”

Zhu Qiang produced a copy of the desert plot’s property rights and passed it over—this was also given to him by Xu Hao.

“Here?”

The staff was stunned once again.

Registered addresses are usually commercial shops or office buildings. This is the first time they’ve seen a property registration use a desert plot.

“It’s acceptable. According to Long Kingdom’s current regulations, it should be fine.”

Zhu Qiang glanced at the staff member.

Initially, he had planned to rent an office in Mingsha County for the company’s registration. But then he thought, once the guesthouse is built, the company will definitely need to operate there.

So he opted for one long-term solution—register the company at the desert log cabin.

After all, that plot is already zoned for commercial use. As long as the review isn’t overly strict, registration is completely possible.

“Alright, please wait a moment while I check with the boss.”

After a brief hesitation, the staff wasn’t bold enough to decide.

Normally, they’d probably have rejected the idea outright. But this major investor has nearly five million paid-in capital and might even have been recruited by higher-ups.

“Okay! Thank you!”

At the county government building in the heart of Mingsha County, Office No. 4

A middle-aged man in his fifties sat behind his desk, frowning at a document. His name was Qin Xuan, the lead on investment promotion for Mingsha County.

“Ah, only ten days and he’s leaving. This has done nothing to promote Mingsha County! How will we meet the 30-million investment target this year? Back then, it took Tianchen Culture’s involvement and even provincial leaders to bring them here.”

After a long silence,

Qin Xuan leaned back in his chair and unconsciously rubbed his brow.

No one realizes how difficult it is to handle investment promotion in a national poverty-stricken county. In Mingsha County, apart from a few small state-owned enterprises, there isn’t a single decent private company.

Here, most people working outside are either in state enterprises or doing odd jobs at restaurants and supermarkets; there’s hardly a concept of white-collar or blue-collar jobs.

Ring, ring.

“Hello!”

“Boss, this is Wang Lu from the Industry and Commerce Bureau.”

“What’s going on, Director Wang?”

“Boss, we just had a company come in for registration. They’ve got 4.5 million in paid-in capital!”

“4.5 million? That’s a lot! What type of company is it?”

At that, Qin Xuan sat up straight.

Investment promotion is judged by the company’s paid-in capital.

“A tourism and culture company!”

“Tourism and culture? That’s fantastic news!”

“Boss, we’re thrilled too. But this company’s registered address is on that desert plot which was just sold. Although the owner provided all the necessary desert property documents, still…”

“Registered on that desert plot?”

Qin Xuan paused, then his expression brightened as he connected the dots.

“Great! Hold on a moment. I’ll go over personally to meet the boss. And make sure you give him a proper reception. We can’t let any trivial issues tarnish Mingsha County’s business reputation.”

With that, Qin Xuan ended the call and started putting on his coat.

With a high amount of registered capital and that address, isn’t it clear they plan to develop the desert?

Time flew by; before long, it was 1 PM. Tengli Desert had returned to its blazing midday state—only that after the rain, the ground was moist instead of oppressively hot.

Xu Hao stood atop Shaji, gazing at the fenced courtyard and the camels in a nearby pen, feeling an inexplicable surge of accomplishment.

The slope behind the log cabin and the fence were bursting with greenery now, especially the fence, where fresh buds lent a vibrant, healing look.

Even the old puddle had transformed into a proper small lake after the rain, its shoreline fitting perfectly where reeds once covered the dry willow and Hu Yang trees.

“Perhaps this is how the oasis was meant to look! The underground water level once turned the oasis into this state, but with ten days of rain, the water table has been replenished. For now, the lake won’t revert to a muddy swamp.”

Plus, as long as the water level is sufficient, those still-alive Hu Yang and dry willows should recover. And if not, we’ll have to replace them—no way we can let dead trees stand there forever.

Muttering to himself, Xu Hao turned to look at the wooden ladder.

Besides live streaming these days, he had already finished constructing the wooden ladder.

One end of the ladder connects to Shaji, the other to the entrance of the small courtyard, with wooden railings on both sides. Its design isn’t far off from the boardwalks in a park—though the wood and planks here are rougher, lacking the finesse of a park’s path.

“Also, since we’re setting up a guesthouse, the surrounding environment has to be top-notch. We need to cover the other three sides of the sand slope with grass lattices, and install a pedestrian boardwalk along the small lake’s rear edge.

If we can also build a ring of ancient-style wooden pavilions by the lake, plus offer some local delicacies, the guesthouse would have a unique charm.”

After a moment of thought, Xu Hao took out his phone.

He had already arranged with the live stream viewers that starting tomorrow at eight in the morning, he would broadcast the entire process of building the octagonal pavilion and developing this sandy depression. But even now, there were still many materials and details left unfinished.

Sometimes, it’s amazing how quickly things spiral out of control once you start calculating.

According to his plans, besides wood for the octagonal pavilion, he also needed timber for a two-story wooden pavilion. Additionally, he required two sets of heavy machinery, a few laborers, a generator, and essential living supplies.

There was no other choice. The log cabin could get by with makeshift repairs, but the guesthouse needed solid foundations—with wooden stakes and all, which would require machinery. Ultimately, everything constructed had to pass the relevant inspections. In short: it’s all about spending money!

“Hey, Qiangzi, how’s everything coming along on your end? Is it going smoothly?”

Soon enough,

Xu Hao dialed the phone.