"Using technology to prosper the nation, setting up high-tech companies, attracting talent with high salaries, and building a group of immense tech companies, new kinds of cities would be constructed around these tech companies.

"Since Saka Star's industrial system has already collapsed, it's like starting from scratch, there won't be much resistance, you just need to start building from zero.

"According to my calculations, this process would take about twelve years."

"So, what about the third plan?"

"The second plan is the foundation for the third plan," Lyu intentionally kept it suspenseful, "it's like adding a bit of an unconventional method."

Yang Ming asked curiously, "What kind of unconventional method?"

"Leverage personal advantages, utilize the influence of the White Ghost! Turn Saka Star into the base camp for the White Ghost fan community! By creating a viral tourist destination, build up Saka Star and use the slogan 'Guarded by the White Ghost' to initially lure people here to spur development!"

Lyu cheered excitedly,

"Ghost bringing prosperity to Saka! Glory be upon my name! Sanctuary of the Ghost! Humans coexist in peace!"

Yang Ming silently took out his network terminal and sent a message to 026.

[Go and check Lyu's main brain, see if there's a loose screw.]

[Okay, boss!]

"Oh come on!" Lyu complained helplessly, "It was just a joke, boss, why are you doing this? I am perfectly sane!"

Yang Ming chuckled, "Is there even a condition to execute the third plan now? If you bring people over here and all they see is a pile of dilapidated buildings from centuries ago, isn't that just fraud?"

"How else do you spur development without it?"

Lyu lamented,

"There's no talent here, no resources, no city infrastructure, the local defense forces only have a grand total of eight lousy ships, and their military budget doesn't even reach their hands annually. The government staff is severely lacking, those who could leave have left, and those who couldn't were left behind, with the population quality being the lowest in the Milky Way.

"This place can't even compare to Wind's Fifth Administrative Star; after all, the Fifth Administrative Star still has a large pool of cheap labor."

"Don't rush just yet."

Yang Ming actually pondered over this issue the whole way, he said slowly,

"First, let's work on a preliminary plan, see if there's any way to manage the environment here, and then look at whether we can quickly build a new city."

"So, boss," Lyu spoke in a low voice, "how about we just bring in some robotic factories, conscript the local labor force, and simultaneously use mechanical efficiency to ensure a steady increase in overall efficiency. After constructing a model of a new city, we can name it after you, and then attract the population to settle in."

Yang Ming laughed, "Is there any way we could break into the tourism planet sector?"

Lyu clicked his tongue, "Tourism, the place does have a rich industrial culture atmosphere, the rise and fall over centuries could somewhat reflect the Empire's industrial planet's cycles. But I think those interested in this place might not even exceed a third of the neighboring agricultural star."

Yang Ming:...

Goodness gracious, did he step into the Empire's 'Rust Belt'?

Yang Ming held his neck and shook it, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a street corner not far away.

There squatted a few figures with some metal plates or solid displays in front of them, all inscribed with the words 'odd jobs'.

What caught Yang Ming's attention was that these individuals didn't seem to be of adult age, probably still supposed to be in school.

Should such a situation appear in the Milky Way's most powerful Empire?

Could interstellar civilization also not solve the problems of people's poverty?

Yang Ming frowned and walked over.

These few young people immediately stood up, each looking somewhat pale and thin, trying their best to show off their not-so-numerous muscles, staring at Yang Ming with eyes that should have been tender, yet had already aged.

The boy on the far left apparently recognized who Yang Ming was, somewhat nervously clenching his fists; his breathing getting slightly rapid, apparently wanting to call out that name.

The other few boys who hadn't recognized Yang Ming spoke up eagerly to solicit work:

"Sir, do you need temporary workers?"

"Payment by the hour, or you could just give us some tips, that's fine."

"Providing meals would be the best!"

Yang Ming nodded, intending to give them some cash, but then realized he had long developed the habit of not carrying money when leaving the house.

He pointed his network terminal at them and asked in a low voice, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two!"

"Twenty-five!"

"Twenty-three!"

"I'm tw-twenty-eight!"

Yang Ming frowned and looked at them, "Your actual ages, I'm not going to check you guys, do you think I'm blind? Not anyone of you has grown a beard!"

"How come you look so familiar…"

"I suppose I'm somewhat of a public figure," Yang Ming said nonchalantly, "I need a few hands, looking at you guys, you seem presentable; you look decent, tch."

"Sir, we don't do those sorts of things!"

"We can help wash your car and clean your yard, we can also help with some simple assembly work; we've each worked in model assembly factories for at least half a year!"

"Yes, sir, we've heard of the nobles' games, that's kind of an insult to our dignity!"

"Actually, it's not entirely impossible…"

The others turned their heads to glare at the chubby one claiming to be twenty-eight.

The chubby kid quickly shook his head, swallowed subconsciously, and looked down, saying, "Anyway, if it makes money, anything goes."

Yang Ming laughed and said, "Who's the leader among you?"

The small, skinny boy on the far left stepped forward, "I am, sir."

"What's your name?"

"Peterson."

Yang Ming asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"White, White Ghost, Empire hero," the boy said quietly, pressing his lips tightly together, "your poster is on the wall opposite."

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