Agriculture Maniac

Chapter 648 Little Walton, the Sixth District
the other side.

New York, Jersey City.

The city is situated along the Hudson River, facing Manhattan across the river.

Under the covert manipulation of international Jewish capital, the city's economy is mainly based on finance, insurance, and real estate. At the same time, it has created four major industrial parks: Greenville, Clement, Montgomery, and Liberty Industrial Park, thus earning it the reputation of "West Wall Street" and "New New York Metropolis".

As international Jewish influence on the North American Federation continued to grow, more and more wealthy Jewish people migrated there from all over the world, causing Jersey City's population to rise rapidly from 8 to 28 in just three or four years.

June 1st is Children's Day.

Greenville Industrial Park - Greenville Plaza.

Compared to Democratic strongholds that have descended into chaos due to food shortages, this region, while also facing food shortages, is generally much quieter and more peaceful.

There's nothing else to it; you can buy food with money.

So every morning, the citizens of Jersey City would bring their dollars and gold and gather here early to queue up and buy three days' worth of necessities.

only…

“I remember very clearly that last week, this kind of bread cost 5 cents a piece, three days ago it was $50 a piece, and today you want $500 a piece. Do you know how much I earn in a day? How much I earn in a month?”

The vast square was bustling with people.

Seventeen or eighteen stalls set up using shipping containers were piled high with milk and bread.

In front of the stall, a long line of seventeen or eighteen people slowly moved forward.

At the head of one of the teams, a white-skinned plumber in orange overalls, blushed and voiced a question.

Behind the stall, the stall owner, with a hooked nose, dark eyes, and a face resembling that of a West Asian, but dressed in black clothes and a black hat, held a card reader without flinching. "If you want to buy, pay quickly. If you don't want to buy, leave. The people behind you are still waiting. Don't delay the others."

"Fuck you!"

The plumber cursed angrily, took out his wallet, and prepared to overdraft his credit card.

Unexpectedly, seven or eight burly men with dark skin suddenly jumped out from the side.

They grabbed bread and milk, stuffed them haphazardly into their pockets, ate as they scattered like birds and beasts.

"Get 'em!"

The stall owner angrily shouted, and the New Jersey National Guard, which was standing some distance away, immediately sprang into action.

The scene suddenly fell into chaos.

Looking at the scene before him, then at the mountain of bread, and thinking of his wife and children waiting for food at home, the plumber's breathing suddenly became heavy.

soon.

It's unclear whether the plumber made the first move or if the other people in line simply rushed forward.

The milk and bread on the stall were snapped up instantly.

Immediately afterwards, those who hadn't managed to grab any food crowded towards the containers at the back of the stall that stored even more food.

They then flocked to the supply area guarded by the National Guard.

"Put-put-put~~~"

As the riots rapidly escalated, the National Guard soldiers were forced to fire warning shots.

however…

"If they dare to sell a loaf of bread that costs 5 cents for $500 today, they'll dare to raise the price again tomorrow and sell it for $50!"

"Brothers, instead of starving to death at home because we can't afford bread, let's kill them now. Once we have enough food, we'll go back to the countryside to farm!"

"Kill them!"

"Come on!"

"Get out of the way, I've brought a gun!"

"I have an RPG!"

boom!
With a loud bang, the riot turned into a full-blown disturbance in the blink of an eye.

Countless armed but poorly trained National Guard soldiers were either swallowed up by the crowd, riddled with bullets, or disappeared into the thick fog created by the explosion before they could even retaliate.

Jersey City - Holiday Inn Hilton

Little Walton stood by the window on the 32nd floor, looking down at the increasingly chaotic square and streets, which were even starting to catch fire.

The family strategist strode into the office. "Master, Yu Sanyuan has rejected our application to purchase grain."

"As expected, after all, no one wants to miss the chance to kick a dog when it's down."

"Furthermore, we have already investigated and found that before the Smith Consortium withdrew from North America, it secretly sold off the grain reserves of Democratic stronghold states through its controlled Democratic factions, business institutions, and government departments. At the same time, through capital operations such as ADM, it secretly instructed shopping malls, department stores, convenience stores, restaurants, hotels, cold storage facilities, etc., to reduce inventory and minimize food and ingredients."

“Damn old Smith, he must be using this as a pledge of loyalty, otherwise how could Yu Sanyuan trust him and take him in?”

"Should we expose this now through the news media we control?"

"If this is exposed, the North American public will only direct their anger at the democratic faction, which we have already taken control of. In the end, we will be the ones who suffer."

Walton lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and said in a low voice, "Canada's food reserves are definitely not a problem. We can first draw a batch of emergency supplies from Canada. Once the rations for the Japanese expeditionary force arrive, it will be enough to last for a week. A week later, the food from Northern Europe should be able to reach the east coast."

The family strategist nodded. "That's the only way."

The words have not yet fallen.

The family secretary suddenly rushed in, “Master, something terrible has happened! A large group of Viking pirates has suddenly appeared in Northern Europe. They are sailing around the North Sea and the Baltic Sea in three 10,000-ton battleships from the end of World War II and seven sailing battleships of about 4,000 tons each, openly robbing passing cargo ships.”

Little Walton was slightly taken aback. "Detailed information!"

The family secretary immediately turned on the projector and played the relevant information.

on the screen.

On the vast, turbulent sea, a 30-ton cargo ship fully loaded with containers cuts through the waves.

Suddenly, three black steel behemoths, spewing thick smoke, flew in like three sharp arrows, closing in at a speed far exceeding that of traditional warships.

Knowing he was outmatched, the captain ordered his crew to take refuge in the safe room while calling for help.

However, the three steel behemoths not only deployed more than thirty speedboats, but also launched more than fifty delta-wing aircraft into the air.

Furthermore, both the armed personnel on the speedboat and those below the delta wing aircraft were laughing wildly, even bordering on morbidly manic.

Soon, they boarded the cargo ship, shouting and yelling. Some did somersaults, some jumped around, and some slithered about like snakes.
Judging from their expressions, they all looked like long-time smokers who hadn't smoked in a long time, finally having the chance to light one up and enjoying it immensely.

At this time.

The cargo ship captain, who was highly trusted by the Walton family, went forward alone to negotiate.

Then those lunatics somehow got hold of a cruise missile that was three meters long and as thick as a bucket.

First, remove the warhead and explosive device, then tie the cargo ship captain to the missile, and then release it.
Amidst the cargo ship captain's terrified screams, the missile soared into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

Then came the second video.

Similar warships, similar madmen, similar speedboats, similar delta wings.

They danced a wild, indigenous dance around the Queen Elizabeth-class aircraft carrier of the Royal Navy.

The English naval forces, instead of attacking, fled in disarray and hid in Cape Sporn harbor.

Walton watched four or five similar videos in a row. "These Vikings couldn't have just appeared out of thin air."

"Yes, Master. Military analysts have pointed out that many of these ragged, graffiti-covered pirates are familiar faces."

The family secretary then released unpublished images of the Nanyang Combined Fleet and the Tijuana Marines fighting in Malacca.

"Look at these sailors, and then look at these pirates. Aren't their facial features very similar? And according to the AI ​​comparison results, they are indeed the same group of people."

Upon hearing this, Little Walton took a vicious drag on his cigar. "You mean, these Vikings are David Ensger's men?" "Yes, David Ensger has gotten involved in this competition."

"Isn't he a patriot? He loves North America and is loyal to North America. If the Democratic strongholds are completely starving, North America will be in even more chaos."

"David Engel posted a message yesterday that roughly meant, 'No destruction, no construction.'"

"Heh, this is probably a collaboration with Old Bush, helping him realize his military-industrial complex strategy."

“Master, no matter what, it is almost impossible to transport grain from Northern Europe to the east coast of North America.”

"No problem, we have some reserves in Western and Eastern Europe, as well as in North Africa, which can be drawn from these regions."

"North Africa is facing an attack from 21 West African nations. Transporting grain outwards would hinder recruitment."

“Then we should draw them from Europe, which would be a good opportunity to encourage democratic factions to reach an agreement with Europe on ‘US-EU cooperation’.”

"What if Europe experiences food shortages?"

After the family secretary raised questions.

The family strategist also refused, saying, "Yes, patriarch, the North American democratic strongholds are cutting off supplies because of a military-industrial complex led by the Southern Republicans. They intend to cause the entire North American society to reject Judaism. If Europe also cuts off supplies, and an unexpected event occurs in Europe, they may also reject us. Africa is about to become the territory of the West African G21, Australia is facing the threat of Indonesia, and the Asia-Pacific region will not accept us. At that time, there will be no place for us on our home planet."

Walton Jr. said thoughtfully, “The problem is that without solving the food problem in the Democratic strongholds, prolonged chaos will inevitably lead to capital flight from those states.”

If we lose them, we lose federal capital support, which makes it very difficult for us to win the 08 North American governor election.

If we fail to secure the North American control position, our North American strategy will be at best half successful, and then we will face a counterattack from the military-industrial complex…

This series of chain reactions directly relates to our position in international capital over the next thirty years.

If we take into account the three systems collective and Old Smith's counter-infiltration of Europe, this is even a matter of our future life and death.

It can be said that from the moment we decided to infiltrate federal capital, we had no way out and had to proceed according to the original plan.

Therefore, what needs to be done now is to solve the food problem in the Democratic strongholds at all costs.

The family strategist and secretary pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.

Little Walton let out a long breath, then suddenly remembered something, "What is Yu Sanyuan doing?"

"He accompanied his superiors on an inspection tour of the Ji River."

"Ji River?"

"Yes, it is a prefecture-level city with a very strong development momentum, but the relevant data is not very impressive, so it is called 'the sixth' by other prefecture-level cities in Dongshan Province."

"···"

Walton paused for a moment, then said, "I want to see Yu Sanyuan."

The family secretary hesitated and said, "Patriarch, it's very difficult to meet Yu Sanyuan now. Take Old Bu, for example. He started making appointments half a year ago and applied seven or eight times in between. In the end, he only managed to meet Yu Sanyuan during the Three Systems Aerospace Exhibition."

"The method is wrong. Open the 'Talk' section of the three systems, find Yu Yang, follow Yu Yang, and give him a reward of 10 billion US dollars."

"???"

"Operation, huh?"

"Ok."

The family secretary, looking completely bewildered, took out the three-system terminal, deactivated the signal jamming, and then asked, "And then?"

Comment: The top fan wants to meet me in real life.

"···"

20 seconds later.

The family secretary exclaimed in surprise, "Master, Yu Sanyuan sent a private message saying that three days from now, at noon, at Taibai Tower in Jishui, he would like to invite you to eat the local specialties: boiled water chestnuts and braised pork rice."

"You see, this is the right way to arrange a meeting. Old Bu is getting old after all and can't play these games anymore."

"···"

···
Jiaxian County is located on the west side of the Ji River, adjacent to Liangxian County.

Yu Yang and his top superiors walked along the main roads of the county, experiencing the 'digital city'.

As one of the satellite cities of Shiliying, Jishui had the advantage of being close to the water and was able to upgrade three years ahead of schedule.

This also enabled the counties and districts within its jurisdiction to go from having tight finances to having abundant finances.

But digital cities are not as futuristic and sophisticated as one might imagine.

In other words, even without rebuilding the urban area, the old city can achieve digital transformation simply by relying on three systems of terminals, three systems of equipment, and three systems of industries.

To put it bluntly, the so-called digital city is, strictly speaking, about using big data and new industries to further realize the coordinated redistribution of human resources.

So, on the surface, Chiayi County's infrastructure has hardly changed since five years ago; it remains dilapidated.

As a result, the superiors who came to experience it became more and more confused and puzzled the more they looked.

Faced with the crowd's skepticism, "Is this a digital city?", Yu Yang simply picked a random alley on Jianshe Road and walked straight in.

The hutongs are mostly lined with large iron gates similar to those in rural courtyards, and the courtyards are mostly single-story houses, with only a few being two-story self-built buildings.

Yu Yang arrived at one of the courtyard gates, looked up through his AR glasses at the very well-hidden device to the side.

With a few beeps, personal information is transmitted to the Jishui government database via the Sanyuan communication network connected to the device, and receives the highest authorization.

The door opened immediately.

The yard was piled high with gloves, thread, sewing machine parts...

Standing in the courtyard, looking through the door of the north-facing bungalow, you can vaguely see rows of sewing machines inside, and middle-aged women, aunties, and young wives working on the sewing machines to make gloves.

The people inside the room looked up at the suddenly arriving 'leaders', then immediately realized who they were and stood up in unison.

Yu Yang waved his hand, only to find that everyone was looking at the highest-ranking official beside him.

"Everyone's busy, we'll just take a look around."

The highest-ranking official, filled with curiosity, arrived at the doorway and noticed a virtual panel on the wall under the eaves that could only be seen with the aid of AR glasses.

[Jishui-Jiaxian No. 3 Glove Factory, with its 1913th subordinate glove workshop.]
[There are currently 46 employees, and social security contributions have been paid for all 46.]
[Day shift leader: Sun Hong.]
[Class monitor of the middle class: ...]
[Night shift supervisor: ...]
[Ongoing production task: South American glove order → Batch 230 - 5000 gloves automatically dispatched by the main factory, delivery time remaining 1 day.]
[Next production order: European glove order → Batch 231 (1.32 gloves) automatically dispatched by the main factory, remaining delivery time…]
The highest-ranking official asked curiously, "The 1913th household... does that mean there are nearly two thousand similar workshops?"

"No, it's 5000."

"???"

"Therefore, Chiayi County is the world's largest glove supplier, but this is not Chiayi County's main industry. Chiayi County is most famous for stone carving, followed by bedding, ink and pigments, Luxi Yellow Cattle, soybean planting and other industries."

The top leader paused for a moment, then said, "I think I understand what a digital city is."

"Jinxiang next door is famous for its garlic, Weishan, which is right next door, is famous for its lotus root, Sishui for its sweet potatoes, and Wenshang for its traditional Chinese medicine..."

"They all seem to be among the top 100 counties... Wait a minute, why is Jishui only ranked sixth in Dongshan in terms of GDP and fiscal revenue?"

"I do not know then."

"···"

The accompanying internal staff member spoke up: "Sir, it's possible that wealth is hidden among the people. Look, the glove makers here work eight hours a day, but their wages are shockingly high. In addition, there are bonuses, dividends, and order commissions. But there aren't many construction projects in Jiaxian County, and the price level is very low. People have money but nowhere to spend it, so they can only save it."

"Wouldn't that mean the money can't circulate?"

"So it's highly likely that Lao Liu is going to play something big."

"Who is the sixth one?"

"The Ji River!"

(End of this chapter)