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

Yi Er Er pulls out the feathers of her uncle

Over there, a row of clerks sat, each with a stack of papers in front of them and a box of inkpads next to them.

"Leader, what's going on?"

A limping man squeezed forward a couple of steps, his rough voice full of urgency, "We heard that the camp is recruiting, and they say they'll provide three meals a day? Is that true?"

"Yeah, is it true? Are you kidding us?"

Where should we set up camp?

"What do you eat for three meals a day? Is it also meat?"

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of voices, questions flooding in like a tidal wave. The long table was surrounded by layers upon layers of people, so much so that even the wind was blocked outside the human wall.

"Please be quiet, everyone, and listen to me!"

Talulah stepped forward and loudly reassured everyone: "Everyone, I know you're all very eager to know if this news is true or not. I can tell you with certainty that it is indeed true!"

She took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over each face filled with doubt: "The Reunion Movement has already established a comprehensive strategic partnership with the pharmaceutical company Rhodes Island. Next, we need to cooperate with Rhodes Island to build a new base. According to the agreement, that will also be the new home for our infected."

"Currently, we need some members who understand construction work and are hardworking to form the first construction team to carry out pioneering construction."

"Go to the construction site, and you'll be guaranteed three meals a day, each with meat, canned fruit, and wine. You can bring some back for your family, and work clothes will be distributed..."

"really!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sharp rebuttal. A gaunt young man emerged from the crowd, his face filled with disbelief. "Where in the world could there be such a good thing?"

For those infected who have struggled for half their lives on the frozen ground, who hasn't witnessed scenes of people fighting tooth and nail over half a piece of moldy bread? Working here means three meals a day, canned food and alcohol, and the ability to bring back food for family members, and even new clothes?

This is the most sci-fi scene that the infected can imagine.

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People expressed their doubts.

"I've been here for so long and I've never heard of building a new home. All around me is tundra and patrols. Where am I supposed to build a new home?"

"Yes, Leader, what exactly happened?"

"Are you planning to take us to some unknown place and dispose of us?"

Upon hearing this, the previously enthusiastic atmosphere in the crowd cooled down somewhat.

In the back row of the crowd, several men wearing tattered cotton-padded coats exchanged glances, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corners of their mouths.

"Did your people say that?"

A scarred man asked his companion in a low voice.

"No, I didn't teach this part."

His companion shook his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Could it be that they came up with it themselves?"

"It's hard to say"

Talulah remained calm in the face of questions from her compatriots, because they were all shills they had hired.

Talulah expressed her confusion, but Zhao Zizhan said that according to journalism theory, when you want to explain something, it is much easier to do it yourself than to have someone else ask you the question.

"I know you may find all of this hard to accept, and so do I, but I swear on my life that everything I have said is absolutely true."

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"Do you all see that big pot of meat cooking over there?"

She pointed to several large pots steaming in the distance and continued, "Everyone who signs up for the work team will be able to have a hearty meal full of meat. They can share it with their families if they want. Regardless of whether they are accepted or not, we will provide this meal!"

She dropped another bombshell: "Moreover, the first person to successfully pass the interview and become a construction worker will receive an extra food allowance, enough for two more people each day!"

These words were like a spark thrown into a can of gasoline, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of everyone in the square. People who were just hesitating and watching suddenly had a bright light in their eyes.

"You mean, as long as you register, you'll get a meal of meat regardless of whether you're accepted or not?"

A man dressed in thin clothes pushed forward, his voice trembling with excitement.

"That's right, everyone can rest assured, whether we succeed or not, there will definitely be meat to eat! Anyone want to give it a try?"

"Damn it, I'm already living like this, how much worse can it get?"

A burly man suddenly stepped forward and said in a gruff voice, "We're all infected compatriots, how could we harm our own people? I'll go first!"

His words were like a shot in the arm, instantly dispelling many people's concerns.

"I'll join in too!"

"Count me in!" "I want to sign up too!" In an instant, voices of response rose and fell, and the crowd, which had been hesitant, became enthusiastic.

It's hard to say that it has really eliminated many concerns, but the reward of getting meat as soon as you sign up, and the extra two food rations for the first person accepted, is really tempting!

PS: I haven't been feeling well these past couple of days, so my update efficiency has been slow. Two updates totaling 4,500 words don't seem quite right. Please allow me to take some time to adjust.

Chapter 124 Methods.

The red clay at the registration desk was still warm on their fingertips, and the infected people who had just pressed their fingerprints were already dazzled by the aroma of meat.

With Zhao Zizhan's meaningful expression, almost everyone present rushed forward to sign up, including even the traitors.

The first person to rush to the table was a skinny boy, with Originium crystals protruding into jagged edges on his wrist. He tentatively approached the large pot guarded by the guards, where a staff member handed him a wooden plate and scooped large chunks of meat into it.

He grabbed the pile of meat chunks from the wooden plate and stuffed them into his mouth. The scalding oil made his tongue numb, but he couldn't bear to let go. As he swallowed them whole, his Adam's apple bobbed as if he was about to choke to death.

The woman sitting opposite him used a broken wooden spoon to scoop up some meat soup, carefully blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to the child in her arms. The child's cheeks were bulging with meat in his mouth, and she wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth haphazardly with her sleeve, but his eyes shone as brightly as if starlight had fallen.

"Will we really be able to eat meat?"

After seeing that some people were actually eating meat, everyone's enthusiasm grew even stronger.

After all, who would pass up the chance to eat meat for free? What if the meat runs out if you're too slow?

Putting work aside, this meal of meat is real!

But was this meat really eaten for free?

Of course not.

Every gift in fate comes with a price tag attached.

To enjoy this meal of meat, you must sign a registration form. It doesn't matter if you can't read or don't know how to register; you can just leave a fingerprint or something to prove your identity.

What problems could there be with an application form? Just sign it and that's it. Eating meat is the most important thing.

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But were those Rhodes Island documents signed casually?

There is an emotion-controlling demon lord, a banshee queen, a former KGB officer with telepathic abilities, and a mind-controlling demon here.

The areas of telepathy, spell files, file paths, and mind reading.

All documents were enchanted, directly linking to the Originium Arts of Raidian and the HR manager, meaning everyone was already being screened when they signed the list.

Originium Arts, isn't that amazing?

The moment the pen tip glides across the paper, the true nature of the applicant's soul emerges from the ink—whether they are a purely kind person, harboring ulterior motives, or helplessly caught up in the situation, all are laid bare under the reflection of the incantation.

They don't need to painstakingly read every thought, after all, human hearts are unpredictable and too complicated to delve into. They only need to grasp the most fundamental "background": whether they are loyalists to the integration movement, opportunists who abandon principles for personal gain, wavering individuals who can be won over, or simply traitors sent by Black Snake. They will be categorized one by one during the interview.

Of course, some people will remain skeptical and not sign up. To that, Zhao Zizhan can only say that I will also remain skeptical of you.

What kind of life did the Reunion Movement lead?

Tree bark rubs your throat until it bleeds, grass roots make your stomach bitter, and even rat meat is considered a delicacy. How can you resist eating meat now?

Zhao Zizhan's pots of meat weren't ordinary meat; they were meat with a lot of spices and seasonings, stewed for several hours until tender. The aroma could be smelled throughout the entire camp.

This kid is definitely not simple.

Must be scrutinized!

Looking at the lively scene inside, Talulah's face showed a rare hint of relaxation.

This meal of meat is just the beginning, not the end. Everyone's lives will only get better and better...

Now she is more convinced of this than ever before.

However, watching Zhao Zizhan and the Rhodes Island operators organize the registration forms, there were still many things she didn't quite understand.

The Black Serpent had taught her many things, but she had never listened. Apart from essential things like language and skills, she avoided every word of the Black Serpent's teachings as if they were venom.

But looking at Zhao Zizhan's actions now, she understands some of them, but not others.

But that's okay, she can learn.

"What should we do next?"

"The next task is our job at Rhodes Island," Zhao Zizhan said with a relaxed smile.

"We released two messages on the first day. The first wave of work to build initial trust with infected people through meat has been completed, and it seems to be working well so far."

He looked up at the crowd still cleaning up kitchen scraps and bones, his gaze sweeping over their satisfied smiles, and continued, "Then the second wave, the establishment of trust in the employment relationship, can begin."

Today's integration movement feels like Chinese New Year.

I've never had such delicious meat before, and I've never had the chance to eat meat until I'm full.

Even if I were to fall ill today and become a cloud of dust in the wilderness, it would be worth it.

The broth in the iron pot was scraped clean, and even the bits of meat stuck to the sides were eaten by wiping them with bread slices. The bones were all collected.

"Tomorrow I'll make soup, add some wild vegetables, and serve it with bread—that'll be a good meal."

As everyone was preparing to leave, Zhao Zizhan slowly stepped forward.

He clapped his hands, "Everyone," drawing everyone's attention.

“I remember him! He's the one who drove to the campsite before!”

"I remember he even treated us all to a delicious bowl of noodles back then!"

Whispers circulated among the crowd. Everyone still had some impression of Zhao Zizhan, after all, Zhao Zizhan was strongly associated with delicious noodles.

After the discussion subsided, Zhao Zizhan and the others spoke up: "You may remember me, or you may not. Today, I'd like to formally introduce myself. I am Zhao Zizhan, an agent in the logistics department of Rhodes Island Medical Company."

"Rhodes Island is a pharmaceutical company dedicated to treating Oripathy. A few days ago, after meeting Ms. Talulah, I learned about the current situation of the Reunion Movement's infected, and to be honest... it's heartbreaking."

"This land devours people without caring who they are, but at least we have each other to support. We need to build a base, but we lack enough manpower, while the infected in the Reunion Movement lack jobs. After discussions with Ms. Talulah, Rhodes Island has decided to form a partnership with the Reunion Movement."

At this point, Zhao Zizhan paused for a moment, observing the expressions on the faces of the people in the square. Some looked forward to it, some were excited, some were confused, and some were doubtful.

"but"

"However, during the cooperation, I discovered that there are considerable destabilizing factors within the Reunion Movement, including but not limited to looting in the surrounding areas, incitement within the movement, theft, and indiscriminate killing of innocent people. This has made it extremely difficult to advance the cooperation."

"Rhodes Island houses a large number of infected patients and children, who lack sufficient self-defense capabilities. If external collaborators cause harm to these members, it would be a scenario none of us want to see."

"We expressed our concern to the Reunion Movement about this matter, and Ms. Talulah also had a very frank and in-depth exchange of views with us, assuring us that relevant measures would be taken in response to this situation."

Zhao Zizhan turned to the side and gestured towards Talulah, "We've seen it too. The Reunion Movement has indeed strengthened its management recently, and the security situation in the surrounding area and inside the organization has proven to us that the Reunion Movement does have sufficient oversight capabilities. So, you'll see me again today, and we can enjoy this meal together."

Hearing Zhao Zizhan's words, the infected people below began to whisper among themselves again.

"So that's why things have suddenly become so strict these past few days?"

An Ursus man scratched the back of his head and said with a sudden realization.

"Oh dear, why isn't our leader saying anything? If he had just said it was for this reason, what would we have said?"

“Leaders also have their own difficulties. Haven’t you seen how busy they’ve been these past few days? You’ve hardly seen them at all.”

An elderly man with a cane sighed, "She cares about us."

"I've always said that our leader's actions must have a deeper meaning. Look, if it weren't for her strict management, we wouldn't even be able to eat this meat!"

Everyone chimed in with their own comments, and all the unpleasantness from being forcibly managed earlier was completely wiped away by this delicious meal of meat. "Look at how this has been done," they said. "What kind of trouble is this if we're being strict? The leader is just too temperamental."

Talulah was somewhat taken aback. Was it really that simple? Just a meal of meat... These past few days, she had been anxiously listening to the rumors circulating in the camp, but Alina had told her not to rush and to listen to Zhao Zizhan's opinion.

"Can just a meal of meat... solve the problem?"

she murmured.