Unlimited Son-In-Law

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 172

Everyone was dumbfounded upon hearing that.

Gideon felt a tingling sensation on his scalp as he repeated, “Land reclamation project?”

He subconsciously drew in a sharp breath. One could visibly see his pupils constricting at this moment.

To proceed with land reclamation, we have to downgrade Class One Conservation Area to Class Four Conservation Area. How much power do we even need to accomplish this?

“That’s right. The approval for the land reclamation project will be announced shortly. This is the information I have gotten directly from Mr. Tyrone himself!” There was a sense of fervor on Sixten’s face at the mention of Tyrone.

Gideon suddenly snapped back to his senses. “Mr. Tyrone has gotten the approval?”

“I bet he has. Only the Campbell clan has such capability,” Jack replied haughtily.

His arrogance grew after Tyrone praised him for his writings regarding the piece he wrote for Donald’s part in The Abandoned Children Of The Campbell Clan. To be exact, Tyrone said that his sharp tone in the writing had an air of an accomplished writer.

However, Sixten shook his head. “It’s not Mr. Tyrone. Instead, it’s Horizon Group!”

even more surprised after

border of Walund? So why are they

ten million. Once the approval for the land reclamation project is announced to the public, the real estate proprietors and developers will all enter Pollerton, allowing the most basic construction

rest of the people had already lost their ability to comprehend

Gideon felt

hook or by crook, you have to get a few multi-million subprojects. It’d be better

of project, I might not be skillful enough to manage it. But since it’s related to infrastructure, I have the upper hand here. After all, I have dozens of engineering teams and hundreds of connections in this industry. I just have a few questions. Who is the leader of this project

relevant people in charge is still in progress, so you have to monitor the news closely!” Sixten

he rubbed his hands together. “It’s finally time

no time, night

truck drove into Pollerton slowly. Because of the enclosed cuboid-shaped cargo area, one could not see what was stored in the

looked rather indifferent, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a face mask

none other than

deliberately avoided the streets

standing in the dark compartment with the two-meter-tall grandfather clock in front

it weighed around six