Pretending to be a genius starts with the civilization advancement assessment.

Chapter 176 The Plight of Overseas Chinese

Guided by Elizabeth, Lin Yi gave a brief tour of the Dongfeng branch campus, which was beginning to take shape, and expressed his approval of the site and initial construction provided by the English side.

He then found a classroom that had been temporarily set up and spent about an hour answering questions about cultivation for Elizabeth and more than twenty other English graduates of Dongfeng.

His explanations remained concise and to the point, often enlightening those who were already among the top combatants in England with just a few words, allowing them to gain a great deal of knowledge.

Although the trip was short, everyone felt it was worthwhile and their respect for the principal deepened.

After the Q&A session ended, Lin Yi prepared to leave.

On his way to the Starburst fighter jet, he casually mentioned something to the English Speaker who was accompanying him.

“Mr. Speaker, Principal Chen Yu has a relative named Chen Hang who was doing business in your country before the disaster. He has been out of contact since then. If you find any information about him in the survivor files or in the subsequent resettlement work, please keep an eye out and inform Principal Chen in a timely manner.”

Upon hearing this, the Speaker of the English Parliament immediately responded solemnly: "Please rest assured, Principal Chen, we will do our utmost to assist in finding Mr. Chen Hang's whereabouts. We will inform Principal Chen as soon as we have any news."

For England, who had just received a favor, this was nothing more than a small favor, so he readily agreed.

Lin Yi nodded slightly, said no more, and returned directly to the Starburst Fighter.

The dark blue fighter jet silently took off with a low hum, accelerated rapidly, and disappeared into the clouds as a thin line across the sky.
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Two weeks later, in southern England, a medium-sized settlement built on the site of an old town.

As noon approached, the sunlight barely dispelled the gloom that often lingered over England.

A short queue formed in front of a temporary distribution point next to the central square of the settlement.

Next to the distribution point, under a makeshift shed made of waterproof tarpaulin, a slightly overweight, kind-faced middle-aged man was hunched over a slightly shaky wooden table, writing furiously, recording the details of the supplies that had just been distributed.

He was none other than Chen Hang, the third uncle Chen Yu had been searching for.

Compared to the powerful business tycoon he was before the disaster, Chen Hang is now thinner and his skin is much rougher.

However, despite wearing simple work clothes, Chen Hang's eyes still revealed the shrewdness and tenacity unique to self-made entrepreneurs.

He is actually quite satisfied with his current life.

"At least, it's much better than when things first started to get chaotic."

As Chen Hang checked the number of flours, he sighed inwardly.

He still vividly remembers the chaos and despair when the apocalypse first arrived.

Communication was disrupted, monsters roamed freely, and social order was on the verge of collapse.

The British government is in dire straits, with extremely scarce resources, and is struggling to even guarantee the survival of its own citizens.

Therefore, the government only provided extremely limited supplies to these foreigners stranded in England, which could be said to be just enough to keep them from starving.

Furthermore, the authorities mandated that all able-bodied individuals participate in dangerous resource-hunting teams to search for food, medicine, and fuel in exchange for more resources to ensure their survival.

Those days were truly dark.

Relying on his physical strength honed during his early years of wandering the martial arts world and a bit of luck, Chen Hang went out with the search team several times, witnessing his companions being torn apart by suddenly appearing abyssal beasts, and he himself brushed shoulders with death several times.

However, he didn't feel there was anything to complain about. Putting himself in their shoes, he thought it was perfectly normal for the British government to prioritize its own people in that situation. Providing food to foreigners so they could survive was already a sign that the other side was following the rules.

Just when he thought that these precarious and dangerous days would continue indefinitely, a turning point came unexpectedly.

About a month after the apocalypse began, he suddenly discovered that the standards for supplies distributed to the citizens of Xia had quietly increased.

From initially barely managing to feed themselves, they gradually approached the standards of English citizens, and eventually achieved complete parity. They were no longer forced to participate in the most dangerous outdoor search teams, but could instead apply for construction or logistical positions within their settlements based on their own circumstances.

This change surprised and amazed all the Chinese stranded in England.

Citizens of other countries also stranded in the UK cast undisguised envious glances.

Privately, people are also speculating about what caused such a huge change in the British government's attitude towards Chinese citizens.

But due to the lack of information, no one could explain why.

Only in the last month or two, as order within the settlement gradually stabilized, have sporadic pieces of news about the outside world begun to circulate slowly.

Chen Hang gradually gleaned fragmented information from some of the English soldiers on guard duty, whose attitudes had become noticeably more friendly, as well as from the low-level Origin Warriors he occasionally encountered.

"Xia Kingdom. Source Energy Users. Extremely Powerful."

"The Dongfeng Military Academy of Xia Kingdom is a sacred ground for martial artists, having cultivated many powerful individuals."

"We in England are also going to join the organization led by Xia Kingdom."

These fragments of words, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, slowly pieced together a vague yet inspiring picture in Chen Hang's mind.

He then realized that it wasn't that England had suddenly become exceptionally benevolent, but rather that his distant homeland had demonstrated a powerful force in the apocalypse that even England had to take seriously and rely on.

It was this radiating power that fundamentally improved the situation of these wanderers overseas.

Having figured this out, Chen Hang was filled with mixed emotions, including pride in the strength of his motherland and a sense of pride in sharing in its glory.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to successfully apply for his current job as a materials registerer, thanks to his decent calculation skills and management experience.

Although the work was tedious and required checking each item one by one, it was quite a lot of work, and he would never have done such trivial things himself before.

But nowadays, safety is the greatest luxury. Not having to go out and face those terrifying abyssal beasts, and being able to obtain a stable food supply and relatively comfortable housing, is a rare and good location.

Chen Hang was very satisfied with this and worked with extra care.

That day, he had just finished registering the last batch of supplies for the morning. He rubbed his sore wrists and prepared to rest before having lunch.

Just then, two English officials, dressed in suits and with a demeanor distinctly different from ordinary clerks, walked straight toward his shed, accompanied by a settlement manager.

People queuing around and passing by cast curious glances at them.

Chen Hang was also somewhat confused.

He asked himself if he had done anything wrong, and he was conscientious in his work.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen Hang?" the leading official asked politely.

"It's me. What can I do for you?" Chen Hang stood up, feeling a little uneasy.

The official took out a folder, checked the information on it again, then looked up at him and asked seriously, "We would like to confirm with you whether you have a relative named Chen Yu?"

Chen Yu?

Ah Yu?

(End of this chapter)