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Chapter 263. The Organist
Jiang Jianxin stood there, stunned, somewhat shocked.

She never imagined that the exaggerated and sensationalist image of journalists she had come across was just the tip of the iceberg.

In the back alleys where neon lights don't reach, under leaky eaves, journalists have long since taken deep root in this barren soil.

Those survivors with hunched backs, those ants still struggling despite being crushed by the wheels of time, are the true protagonists of her news stories.

Jiang Jianxin composed himself for a moment, then finally calmed down, looked at the top news on the trending list, and lightly raised his finger to click on it.

This article discusses the recent large-scale recruitment at the Dream Pavilion factory.

Just as intuition had previously indicated, in addition to converting Dawn Base into a weapons production factory, they had already altered the products of the textile factory several months ago—adding several new factories to produce military uniforms and gauze.

These are all symbols of an impending large-scale war, which Baili Song hinted at in the news and even gave advice on his future whereabouts.

However, unlike Jiang Jianxin, who considers which faction is more comfortable to stay with during wartime, the journalist's perspective is that the lower classes can survive in which faction they can stay with.

Her first suggestion was to enter the Dream Pavilion's factory and obtain the right to reside in the Ideal Thirteen Cities.

With such a manufacturing behemoth protecting them, there's no chance they'll suddenly die out one day when war breaks out.

In the article, she also mentioned that all major powers have bomber reserves, and once a large-scale armed conflict begins, bomber bombing is almost a basic operation.

With bombers present, Ideal Thirteen City has the Daydreamer in charge, and the protective barrier formed by the Golden Ring of Fantasy can melt away the shells—at least you don't have to worry about being blown up while walking on the street.

In addition to recommending the safest places, Baili Song also mentioned the most unsafe places.

This place looks familiar, Jiang Jianxin glanced at it—it's Haidu.

According to journalists, the number of missing persons in Haidu has increased dramatically recently, with many homeless children disappearing mysteriously from the streets and under bridges.

Based on the analysis of the situation in Haidu, the most likely scenario is that those children were abducted by Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals and sent to the organ park in the North where their organs were harvested while they were still alive.

As the war escalates, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals' activities will only become more rampant, making it unsuitable for anyone to remain here.

Jiang Jianxin took a closer look—the news article didn't explain why Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals did this.

Perhaps because this is a news story mainly about the Dream Pavilion's manufacturing industry, saying more about Haidu would be off-topic, or perhaps because Baili Song himself doesn't know either.

In short, she only touched on it superficially, mentioning it briefly at the end.

Jiang Jianxin slowly put down his phone and lifted the tent flap.

She was in Haidu now, and the damp river breeze, carrying the scent of water plants and silt, rushed into the tent.

The sky here is a dazzling blue, without a single cloud, and the sunlight shatters into countless shimmering silver foils on the river surface.

The distant sound of the flood control office's loudspeaker could be faintly heard, mingling with the sound of waves crashing against the shore nearby.

It's hard to imagine that under the same blue sky, there are forces both involved in flood control and water management along the river, and forces engaged in a dirty black market industry.

Is this correct? Is this the truth?

Jiang Jianxin asked his intuition.

This is just how things are these days; it's chaotic. You just get used to it.

Intuition calmly replied.

Humans are remarkably resilient; Jiang Jianxin, for instance, accepted the dark side of the world in just one second. She lowered the curtain, picked up her phone, and browsed other news items on the trending topics list.

The post under "Dream Pavilion Manufacturing" is about Sang Xiaoxiao. It says that Sang Xiaoxiao has health problems due to long-term overeating and has been off-air for several days recently.

Many people at the bottom of society can't afford to eat and rely on Sang Xiaoxiao's live streams to make ends meet. Now everyone is hoping she will come back.

The news report didn't mention what exactly was wrong with Sang Xiaoxiao's health, but Jiang Jianxin could sense the pressure she was under.

It's important to know that many of the saviors of the dark ages in stories don't have good endings.

The next news item following Sang Xiaoxiao's was about Jun Yunqi's statement. Jiang Jianxin didn't know this before, but after reading this news, he realized that the city was now deserted and homeless because the city was not safe.

There are rampant, mobile, and expanding contaminated areas, and gang leaders fighting each other. The lower classes are caught in the middle, barely able to catch their breath.

A better way out than the city is through the Rose Transportation monopoly's transportation hubs—large open areas on both sides of those toll gates, guarded by the Rose Group's armed forces, but they only clear out mutants and moving contaminated areas, without harming the civilians.

Homeless people can live nearby without worrying about contaminated areas or being persecuted by gangs.

The presence of the Rose Group's armed forces is itself a form of insurance.

As the post-apocalyptic world has progressed, the areas around the major checkpoints of Rose Transportation have become gathering places for refugees, and have even developed into small shelters.

These actions were not inherently problematic, but some powerful individuals passing through complained to the Rose Group that there were too many unauthorized people at the Rose Transportation checkpoints, and they were worried about their safety. Therefore, they strongly demanded that the Rose Group expel the homeless or shoot the refugees to protect the rights of those who paid to pass through.

The Rose Transport Public Relations Department previously issued a statement saying that there is a cordon at the border and personnel will be assigned to monitor it to ensure the safety of those crossing the border and to prevent refugees from threatening their safety.

But those powerful individuals remained relentless, even launching a collective complaint against the Rose Group, which was behind Rose Transportation.

The matter reached Jun Yunqi's ears. This Crown Princess, who was always assertive, simply took matters into her own hands and responded to the four words in the title.

The journalist wrote this report very objectively, but Jiang Jianxin was shocked after reading it.

—It turns out that being the Crown Princess of the Rose Group, Jun Yunqi, isn't easy. She has too many businesses under her control, and she has a lot of troubles every day.

Jiang Jianxin closed the news article and was about to read the next one when Xie Yan sent him a message on WeChat:

[Xie Yan]: Are you there? Are you there?

Jiang Jianxin quickly closed the Ping An Forum and replied via WeChat:

[Jiang Jianxin]: Is there something you need?
[Xie Yan]: It's like this, congratulations Sword Master on successfully joining the club! I've sent your WeChat message to several people in charge of the History Department. Please remember to approve it later.

Having just successfully changed jobs, Jiang Jianxin, the newly appointed official, couldn't help but smile when he saw this sentence.

She typed quickly:

[Jiang Jianxin]: Okay, thank you. [Happy little yellow face]

After finishing the call, she closed the chat window and went to the add friend page.

Judging from Xie Yan's words, the history department should have several heads, but only one application has just been submitted.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at it; the profile picture was of a melancholy young medieval gentleman, with the following caption:

[Organist Garcia, it's a pleasure to meet you, Elder Jiang.]

I was a little late, so I gave the last guy to appear a new name. I felt the previous name was too casual, so I hesitated for a moment and then changed it -`д-.