"Love at first sight?" Robert Walker immediately felt a chill and looked terrified.

Charles was stunned for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh: "Sorry, buddy, I used the wrong phrase. I meant to say we hit it off at first sight, right?"

Robert Walker looked at him warily. He didn't believe a word this guy said. Charles even knew obscure idioms like "white-haired as strangers, tilt the cover as old friends"—how could he possibly confuse "love at first sight" with "hit it off at first sight"?

"What exactly do you want? Just say it." Old Walker gripped his waistband tightly. "Let me tell you, I have no interest in same-sex X. If you're trying to tempt me with an inheritance to get my body..."

He hesitated. That thousand square kilometers of fertile land, that magnificent castle—which was more important, those or his chastity? Maybe he should just compromise a little on his chastity and integrity?

Charles, on the other hand, didn't hesitate. He pushed Robert Walker aside and said irritably, "What are you talking about? Fine, I'll be direct. I suggest you change the status of the Sun Never Sets Territory from a private estate to a national township. The land will still belong to you, everything on it and beneath it will still be yours, but you will belong to the country."

Robert Walker looked at him in confusion, his mind racing to process this information, then slowly said, "You mean, you want me to submit to the New Zealand government, or rather, your government wants to bring me under its wing?"

Charles nodded. "Exactly. You set up a township on your private estate, and you become the mayor. This way, the government can allocate funds to your township every year, and you can use those funds to maintain the castle and develop the territory."

Robert Walker asked hesitantly, "According to what you said, how much funding can the government allocate each year?"

Charles said, "At least two million NZD, which is ten million RMB!"

NZD is the abbreviation for New Zealand's currency. Since New Zealand's English name is New Zealand, and the transliteration is '纽西兰', the currency is abbreviated as '纽币' in Chinese.

"So much?" Robert Walker found it hard to believe for a moment. "Ten million? Government funding? And I can be the mayor? But I'm a Chinese national! This all sounds so unreliable!"

Charles patted him on the shoulder and said, "Of course, if you choose to become the mayor of the newly established township, you'll have to change your nationality. As for the funding and your position, that's beyond doubt—we'll sign an agreement, an employment contract!"

After hearing this, Robert Walker thought for a while, still feeling it was a bit unbelievable.

Before coming to New Zealand, he had researched the country. He knew that New Zealand's civil servants are hired or publicly elected—mayors, city mayors, and the prime minister are all elected by citizens, and ordinary civil servant positions are either appointed by parliament or openly recruited from society.

New Zealand civil servants aren't worth much, but to appoint a mayor like this still seemed a bit of a joke.

Charles saw his doubt and said, "I'll be honest, buddy. The Sun Never Sets Territory is the last noble estate in New Zealand. Officially, it doesn't accept government rule. To those guys in parliament, it's like a patch of vitiligo on their face—embarrassing. They've long wanted to reclaim this territory. But they can't. You don't know how stubborn and conservative Sir Roberts was! His estate was like his underwear—he would never let anyone else touch it!"

"My underwear is off-limits too." Robert Walker tightened his belt a bit more.

He always felt that Charles was coveting his looks. Although he wasn't much to look at, who could guarantee that Western and Asian aesthetics were the same? Even if they were, there are always people who like odd-looking fruits.

Charles nodded. "Yes, but I think for you, this estate is at most your coat, not your underwear. So what I mean is, put a company logo on your coat and you can get an endorsement fee. Isn't that a good thing?"

That analogy was quite apt. Robert Walker asked, "If I allow a new township to be built on the estate, and I can become the mayor, and the government is willing to fund the maintenance of the castle, they won't just kick me out afterward?"

Charles laughed. "That's absolutely impossible, because all the land in the township belongs to you. If you're not satisfied, you can revoke the land use rights at any time, and the township government would have to declare bankruptcy and shut down."

After hearing this, Robert Walker slowly nodded and said, "Alright, Charles, my friend, I trust you. I'm willing to follow your suggestion and convert the estate into a township!"

Charles was a little surprised—he clearly hadn't expected to persuade Robert Walker so easily. He asked, "Are you sure? No other questions?"

Robert Walker said easily, "Of course, I'm sure, Charles, I trust you, because just like you said, we hit it off at first sight. From the moment we met, I felt that way. I think we met too late!"

"Yes, we met too late!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, both feeling the other smiled like a fox.

The reason Robert Walker accepted this proposal wasn't because he trusted Charles so much, but because he suddenly remembered a note he saw in a game guide: he could take the Heart of the Territory with him at any time, leave this land, and start over somewhere else!