A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

"Tickets costing three or four hundred yuan, they're definitely something special,"

She clicked her tongue in amazement, her finger tracing the trajectory of the fireworks on the glass. "A show like this tonight is definitely worth the ticket price!"

Zhao Zizhan silently gazed at the magnificent flowers outside; it was the first time he had ever seen such a scene.

……

"I believe our most important task right now is to establish a foothold in Rembiton and build a stable rear base."

Not long after Kal'tsit returned, a brand new all-hands meeting was held, and Zhao Zizhan was the first to offer his opinions.

After establishing a stable food and supply logistics network for Rhodes Island, Zhao Zizhan's influence grew significantly.

Although he had only recently joined Rhodes Island, everyone respected his opinions.

"Based on Rhodes Island's previous work schedule, it's not hard to conclude that, aside from a brief detour to Ursus to provide disaster relief, the entire Rhodes Island is moving closer to Rembiton."

"But Rembiton's current situation is not stable. Due to Colombia's large-scale expansion, the entire Rembiton is filled with the influence of countless Colombian companies. It will not be easy to take a piece of the pie from among these wolves."

"We used to be short-handed, but things are different now. Members of the Reunion Movement can fully assist us in the war and construction work in Rembiton, allowing them to create a new home of their own with their own hands."

Rhodes Island has finished discussing the issue of rescuing Reunion. Everyone present, including Kal'tsit, who has a deep understanding of Ursus, knows that if Zhao Zizhan had not intervened...

Therefore, the only future for these infected individuals in the Reunion Movement is extinction.

It would even involve Chernobog, and if something happened to Chernobog, Rhodes Island would not be able to remain unscathed.

"But the problem now is that Rhodes Island itself is unable to establish a stable trade route with the outside world."

One of the operators spoke up, his voice filled with deep worry, "We can barely take care of ourselves, how can we guarantee the livelihoods of these people?"

“I’ve also considered this point,” Zhao Zizhan said, turning to a page of documents and showing it to everyone.

The two large characters above are particularly eye-catching: Longmen.

"As the trade hub of the Great Yan, Longmen is extremely important in terms of both economic status and geographical location."

Zhao Zizhan spoke with confidence, "Among the nations of Terra today, wars are frequent, but the Great Yan is the most stable in terms of both internal and external situations. Establishing foreign trade routes by radiating outwards through Lungmen is the most successful and optimal route."

"But what do we have to offer in our negotiations with Wei Yanwu of Longmen?"

Warfarin put down her glass, the bottom of which made a crisp sound as it hit the table. "That guy is a notorious old fox; he only cares about profit."

"Indeed, Lungmen's policy on infected individuals is not friendly to infected individuals as a whole."

A doctor from the medical department added, "All the infected are isolated in the slums of the outer city, so it will probably not be easy for Rhodes Island to establish contact with Lungmen."

Zhao Zizhan, however, was confident and smiled slightly, saying, "Everyone, there's no need to worry about that."

He paused deliberately, and only when everyone's eyes were focused on him did he slowly speak: "When I was talking to Ms. Talulah, the leader of the Reunion Movement, I unexpectedly learned some news."

"Miss Talulah's mother is the younger sister of Commander Wei Yanwu from Lungmen."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the venue.

Everyone thought Draco's bloodline was the biggest problem with Talulah, but who knew there was another expert involved?

Several young officers sitting in the back row couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their voices low but unable to hide their excitement: "Wei Yanwu's own niece? How is that possible!"

"Isn't Talulah from Ursus? How does she have anything to do with Lungmen?"

Daughter of the Crown Prince of the Great Yan Kingdom?

This Zizhan operator went out and first brought back the Ursus war heroes and the Sarkaz Ten Royal Courts. Now you're telling me you also brought back a Great Flame Princess?

"Miss Talulah was framed by the Undying Black Serpent and abducted to Ursus several years ago. We won't discuss that case for now, but what you all need to pay attention to is that her identity will be our trump card to open the gates of Lungmen, and even the gates of Great Yan!"

Huang's expression changed slightly, but he continued to listen patiently.

"So, it seems like it really is feasible?"

“If Miss Talulah really has such a status, then Lungmen has no reason to refuse us.”

"Indeed, I doubt they would refuse a business request from a company that has just sent its younger relatives home..."

“Longmen is feasible, but it’s very difficult for Da Yan,” Huang said, pulling everyone out of their reverie.

“Using Talulah’s identity to establish contact with Wei Yanwu is no problem. However, Wei Yanwu’s identity is highly sensitive in the Great Yan, so it’s not feasible to use that. Nevertheless, it’s still worth a try. Rhodes Island urgently needs a stable city for foreign trade.”

"In that case, let's hurry up and come up with a collaborative development plan. We'll all probably be very busy in the future."

"Haha, what are you saying? I didn't join the company for an easy life!"

Chapter 122 Changes in the Camp.

The atmosphere at the integrated camp suddenly felt a little off.

Ever since the team leaders ate that meal of noodles and stayed in their tents for a while, things have been a little off.

The first to notice something was wrong were the seasoned veterans of the scavenging team.

The camp was no longer as loosely managed as before, with armed guerrillas constantly patrolling the camp.

The commotion at the food rationing station best illustrates the situation. The usually jostling and shouting queues seemed to be frozen in place, with everyone standing obediently on the white lines drawn in lime, even covering their mouths when coughing.

The girl in charge of distributing the black bread was no longer timid; behind her stood two shield guards as tall as iron towers. If anyone moved even half a step forward, the two guards would slowly turn around. A greenhorn who had just joined complained that the porridge was too thin and grumbled a few words. He was immediately pressed against the lower back by a guerrilla fighter and forced to the end of the line to rejoin the queue. No one dared to utter a sound throughout the entire process.

Most importantly, you need to report to leave the camp, and you have to put your red handprint on the register when you enter and leave. When you go out, you have to be searched and your backpack is checked. When you come back, you even have to scrape the mud off the soles of your boots.

How can this work?

As everyone knows, ghosts are most afraid of the sun.

Under such a strict review mechanism, their original plans to cause trouble became increasingly difficult. They did not understand what was going on in the camp, and they had already betrayed their original forces. Unable to receive further instructions, they could only follow their old ways of thinking and cause trouble.

However, the Reunification Movement seemed unusually determined this time. The moment someone started causing trouble, they were immediately captured by several fully armed guerrilla members and taken away to an unknown location.

The subsequent small-scale operations were all swiftly suppressed by the guerrillas, and the camp remained undisturbed.

"Boss, what do we do now? The checks in the camp are getting tighter and tighter; we're bound to be exposed eventually."

Several infected people dressed in tattered clothes gathered together, their faces showing anxiety.

They joined the Reunion Movement a few days ago, and they had previously contributed to the movement's tendency to split.

But were they spies? No.

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Before joining the integration, they were scavenging for a living on the frozen ground.

They were simply promised that if they sabotaged the consolidation, they would receive a sum of money and live a stable life without having to scavenge in the wild.

"I know," the infected man, known as the leader, huddled silently in the haystack.

“Then what do we do? There’s no word from outside.” Another tall, thin man spat into his palm. “I saw old Shevchenko being dragged away with my own eyes. The old guy made a fuss while getting porridge, and two partisans grabbed him by the arms and dragged him into the black tent on the west side like a dead dog. Later, I heard from the guard that they heard gunshots in the middle of the night.”

"Make a scene? Why don't you make a scene?"

She glanced sideways at the young man: "When did I say I wouldn't cause trouble? Right now, we can't just start a fight, so we need to take it slow, deliberate, and plan our actions carefully..."

"What do you mean? I don't understand..."

The leader couldn't help but slap the young man on the head: "If you don't understand, then sit down! Standing there like a pole, what can you do?"

He leaned closer to the two of them, his voice barely audible, "If force doesn't work, we'll try a softer approach. We need to let them create chaos on their own."

"Let me tell you, we'll do it like this..."

After a brief lull of activity for a few days, a certain sentiment began to circulate within the Reunion Movement.

The Reunion Movement's practice of checking people coming and going is going too far!

Although no one ever holds a grudge if someone is caught hiding food, how can you possibly find out?

What if they find out something... oh no, how could they do that?

When people go out to find food, who doesn't try to hide a little bit? Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your children and your loved ones.

If you expose this to the light of day, what will the other graduates think of me? How am I supposed to face my fellow countrymen?

Aren't you undermining unity?

"This isn't checking for contraband, it's smearing us!"

A burly man with a thick beard slammed a rough porcelain bowl onto the ground, splashing several drops of black porridge. "The day before yesterday, I had a piece of animal hide in my pocket that I wanted to make a pair of shoes for my wife, but they found it. Now everyone thinks I stole supplies from the team!"

A chorus of agreement immediately arose from the surrounding crowd, along with complaints. Even the girl in charge of the search was verbally abused for having too fierce a look in her eyes.

It seems that everything has returned to how it was before, and the camp has become that restless volcano again, ready to erupt again with just a spark.

The troublemakers watched the scene unfold with secret smug satisfaction. They felt their plan was succeeding step by step; the camp was like a balloon in their grasp, ready to burst with a bang if they exerted just a little more force. Their leader was even already plotting how, once the camp descended into chaos, they could seize the promised money amidst the confusion, then flee with their men to a distant land, never to suffer this hardship again on this frozen wasteland.

Until, a new message appeared.

"Wow, big news! Big news!"

A man wearing a patched gray cloth jacket jogged through the crowd, his voice trembling with excitement, "Our organization needs a group of people to build a new home, and we're recruiting people who know how to build houses and do construction!"

"Huh? What kind of new home are you building?"

An elderly man squatting on the ground, smoking a pipe, raised his wrinkled face, squinted at the man, and said with suspicion, "You're dreaming in broad daylight? We're lucky to have a tent to shelter us from the wind and rain, let alone a new home?"

Several people nearby also laughed. One of them, a tall, thin man, nudged his companion with his elbow and joked, "Hey Lao Wang, have you been secretly drinking some wine and gotten all confused? How can you make up something like this?"

The man called Old Wang was so anxious that his face turned red. He handed the piece of paper in his hand to everyone and said loudly, "Why would I lie to you? It's all written here! They're recruiting people right here in the square. The leader of Talulah said it himself. If you go, you'll be provided with three meals a day, with dry rations every meal. If you do well, you can even bring food back to your family!"

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The expressions of everyone present darkened: "She really said that?"

"How could it be fake? Why don't you go and see for yourselves?"

"Quick, go check it out!!"

"Yes, yes, go and take a look!"

At that moment, no one cared about the censorship or the discussions anymore. Everyone brushed the dirt off their clothes and hurriedly ran towards the square.

Can you really eat your fill just by working? Is it really that good?

Chapter 123 Establishing Trust Through a Wooden Pole.

"I do not understand"

Talulah stood in the square, looking at the bustling crowd before her: "Why bother releasing the news to recruit workers in batches instead of distributing food and supplies to everyone?"

"Given the current situation of those infected, food is the most scarce resource. As long as we can distribute food, our compatriots will definitely stand by our side."

"But wouldn't specially selected recruitment give those lurking in the camps even more excuses?"

Talulah could already guess what was going to happen. They would definitely use this to make a big fuss about how the Reunion Movement was biased and how they didn't care about ordinary infected people at all, Balabala...

Zhao Zizhan listened to her words and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He shook his head slightly and said, "I believe that the greatest fairness in the world is that labor will be rewarded."

"As long as you work, you can eat your fill; as long as you work, you can live a good life. This is the basic dignity of being a human being."

"In my eyes, ordinary people and infected people are no different. If you want food and a good life, you have to work hard to get it."

"Every loaf of bread and every vegetable they mentioned was grown by farmers with their own hands, so they should naturally have to work for it in return."

Zhao Zizhan turned to Talulah: "You've shown so much kindness and tolerance to your fellow infected people before, but deep down, you still naturally place them in the position of a vulnerable group."

"The idea that we should be more tolerant of them because they are infected, and pay more attention to them because they are infected, is like an invisible shackle that separates them from the label of 'human.'"

"Is this what infected people need? What are they fighting for?"

"The infected do lack food and supplies, but what they lack most is opportunity, environment, and the chance to live in the sunlight like normal people. But as the leader of the infected, you haven't treated them like normal people. This is the root of the problem in the Reunion Movement."

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"The reason why there were so many disturbances, upheavals, and riots in the camp was indeed largely due to the enemy's interference, but the core reason was a lack of confidence."

Zhao Zizhan's gaze fell on the several large pots boiling in the center of the square, the steam carrying the aroma of meat rising high. "You lack confidence in the future, you lack confidence in your companions, you lack confidence in the strategy of heading south, and even you lack confidence in your own route. The anxiety and unease in you, even if you have never shown it, can be felt by others."

"So, let's solve this problem first."

Qianxun ⑨б０①②⑥②⑦ Mountain Order

"A person cannot stand without integrity; establish integrity before doing anything."

The square was already in an uproar, like a pond tossed with pebbles. Several large, blackened iron pots sat on makeshift earthen stoves, the flames licking the bottoms. Chunks of meat simmered in the thick broth, the bubbling sounds mingling with the rich aroma of meat. Old people led children, men supported women; everyone gathered in the square, not just for the meat in the pots, but also for that piece of news.

Everyone looked at the large pot in the room, then at the guerrilla members beside it, and then turned their attention to a row of large tables on the other side.