As Zhang Dabao's words fell, all eyes at the scene turned to Wu Xiaoshan.
Feeling the different meanings in everyone's gazes, Wu Xiaoshan just smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, since I dared to contract the mountaintop and fishpond, I made sure I was fully prepared."
"Very well, since that's the case, let's go to the meeting room to discuss the specifics. If there are no problems, we can sign the contract today," said Xin Lei.
Wu Xiaoshan nodded agreeably, and then, led by Xin Lei, the group entered the meeting room.
The wasteland that Wu Xiaoshan referred to was actually quite large, covering nearly six acres of land extending from the foot of Wolong Mountain downwards into the valley.
Moreover, the area of the fishpond was not small either, amounting to a full eleven acres. It was far too convenient for both fish farming and other purposes.
