Hope City, Municipal Building.

A lonely crescent moon hangs leisurely at the corner of the building, reflecting the darkness of the night.

The buildings around the building have all turned off their lights, falling into a long and peaceful darkness.

The night breeze is blowing.

Chen Shen was sitting in the office on the third floor, reviewing the documents in his hand one after another, his brows furrowed.

In the past half month, several large territories that like to jump around have suddenly stopped and become good babies, which makes him feel relieved.

But on the other side, pressure farther away from Tianyuan territory suddenly came over.

The scene was not much different from what was expected from the Tianyuan Think Tank composed of hundreds of people.

As the three-year protection period of the Long Banner Territory is coming to an end, nearly thirty large territories have jointly requested the Tianyuan Territory to open up energy stone technology and share this advanced technology that can change the course of mankind.

Among them, many territories were still able to hold calm dialogue and consultations due to their previous trade relations, and even proposed the technology of benefit exchange.

However, there are also many territories that have openly transformed into pressure boys and issued threatening ultimatum conditions. It is likely that Tianyuan Territory will immediately impose sanctions as long as it does not open up its technology.

Of course, with the industrial conditions that have long been established in Tianyuan Territory, there is no need to fear the threats from these territories.

But becoming the target of public criticism and being targeted by so many people is definitely not a fact that Chen Shen wants to see.

Even in the end, a fight cannot be avoided.

How to throw the first punch, in what way, at what point you should stop, and what is the gain and reason for the punch.

He had to think carefully about everything in the quiet night.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, make me a cup of strong tea"

After touching the side and realizing that the tea in the cup had reached the bottom, Chen Shen raised his head tiredly and called out twice.

But after the sound fell, there was no sound from the secretary's office outside.

"Are you asleep? Or did you go to the toilet?"

Turning his head to look at the time on the wall clock, Chen Shen realized that it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night. Chen Shen shook his head slightly and simply stood up with the cup.

I came to the living area behind the office screen, picked up the kettle and poured some into the cup, then twisted some loose tea leaves and threw them into the cup.

Chen Shen took the hot cup and slowly came to the half-open window.

The night breeze blows in, mixed with a bit of refreshing coolness, and the thermometer and hygrometer hanging by the window also accurately displays the current room temperature.

21.9 degrees Celsius, 55.8% humidity.

A very standard autumn night temperature in a wasteland.

"The Red Storm is coming soon. I really can't imagine how much it will cost to have 10% humidity, no rain for 60 days, and a temperature of 50 degrees."

Chen Shen murmured, his thoughts drifting away with the wind.

In the entire Tianyuan territory, there is only one location in Baoyu County that is close to the Changlong Xianjiang River. The rest of the territory is located near the coastline except Yuren City.

Almost all other cities, counties, towns and villages are inland and do not have sufficient reserves of fresh water resources.

Of course, it is not a problem to rely on the Changlong Xianjiang River for transportation, but the transportation cost may become an astronomical figure.

In addition, the weather is so hot, the construction of the territory, the sowing of seeds for the autumn harvest, and the implementation of various plans.

The house leaked and it rained all night.

Thinking of this, Chen Shen couldn't help but put his head against the cold window, using the coldness to relieve his sudden headache.

This is his old problem. Whenever a disaster is about to come, he will always have a headache from time to time, which cannot be relieved even if he sleeps.

Thump. thump. thump. thump..

Just when Chen Shen had a headache.

Suddenly, there was a sound of shoe soles rubbing against the ground outside the office.

A slim and stylish woman wearing a black and blue uniform walked in from the door.

"Mayor, the first batch of immigrants from Baoyu County have arrived. This is the latest news from Stationmaster Wang and Minister Hu. Can I let you know?"

"Mayor, do you have a headache again?"

The woman who came in turned out to be Chen Shen's only secretary, Jiang Xiaoyu.

Seeing Chen Shen leaning against the window in pain, she quickly quickened her pace and walked over to take the cup: "It's better not to drink tea if you have a headache. I'll make you some turtle and white pigeon soup. It's time to take a good rest in summer."

Just make up for it, otherwise you will be in trouble in the winter.”

"I'm fine." Chen Shen shook his head stubbornly and squeezed out a faint smile: "Quickly let me see the news about Wang Quan and Hu Yuanyong."

The three words "Baoyu County" seem to have magical powers.

As soon as he took the envelope from Jiang Xiaoyu's hand, Chen Shen felt that his headache immediately eased a lot, which was amazing.

Because of the fear of enemies hijacking wireless waves, except for encrypted communications during critical moments in the territory, the oldest and safest letter-writing mode is still used for everything else.

Sitting back at his desk, Chen Shen carefully cleaned the wax on the letter and quickly took out a few pieces of white paper filled with text.

Finding the royal card first, he began to read it word for word.

"The immigration work was completed very smoothly. The publicity policy formulated by County Magistrate Su really worked wonders. We only publicized the number of immigrants in the Linglong Territory for one day, and we were able to complete it five times the estimated number of 100, recruiting 100,000 people."

500 immigrants, and all of them are talents with intermediate production skills.”

After reading the first paragraph of the summary, Chen Shen's face lit up, and the frown he had unconsciously frowned before could not help but relax.

"From the eyes of these immigrants, I saw their expectations for the future, and I also saw the influence of our Tianyuan Territory. Before leaving, thousands of people suddenly appeared in the Linglong Territory to see them off."

He described what he saw and heard about King Quan very clearly, and even took photos from many angles and attached the scene of thousands of people seeing him off to the back of the letter.

Chen Shen turned it over, quickly pulled out the light of the desk lamp, and looked at the details in the photo carefully.

After a while, he suddenly grinned and laughed silently.

Although he could not clearly see the eyes of these people in the photo, the posture of leaning there and watching gave him a vague feeling of familiarity.

That was the expression of both fear and expectation among the survivors after the alien race was wiped out when the Tianyuan Territory was still conquering other places.

They long to be absorbed into the Tianyuan territory, but are afraid of being used as cannon fodder and sent to the battlefield.

They long for a good life, but are afraid of becoming expendable goods.

"It's such a nostalgic feeling. I wonder if I will have the chance to lead troops to charge again in this life."

After putting down Wang Quan's letter, Chen Shen subconsciously wanted to shake his neck to relieve his headache, but as soon as he turned around, he found that his headache was mostly gone.

The feeling of comfort emanating from the bottom of my heart is as comfortable as taking a hot bath.

"This Su Youzong is indeed a wonderful man. If I had replaced him with such tough methods, I would definitely not have implemented them so resolutely."

After leaning on the office chair and reading Hu Yuanyong's description of the recruitment site, Chen Shen finally felt relieved.

However, compared to Wang Quan's letters, Hu Yuanyong obviously wrote more.

Turning to the next page and seeing a description that had almost nothing to do with recruitment, Chen Shen's expression changed and he suddenly straightened his posture.

"What, is Su Youzong crazy? He actually wants to open a waterway for General Chang Longxian to satisfy his own policies?"

"Fuck, it was like this after just a few words of praise. How could the waterway be opened just because he wanted to? He didn't know how difficult it was. Otherwise, why has no territory dared to do such a thing for so many years? Even the three major territories

His attitude is very ambiguous, he is absolutely crazy!"

"What? He wants to give up yuan coins and trading points. He wants to implement a working-hour system in Baoyu County and directly convert everyone's working time into an equivalent amount of purchasing power. As long as he goes to work, he can have enough to eat and buy an identity.

Buy a house, buy anything of value??”

"Oh my God, what on earth does Su Youzong want to do? Baoyu County is a county of 60,000 people. It is not his playground alone. Does he want to rebel against heaven?"

Hu Yuanyong only wrote one page about the recruitment, but he wrote nearly ten pages about the subsequent reforms!

Even though Chen Shen had been mentally prepared a long time ago, he couldn't hold it back now, and his exclamations became more frequent.

"Am I crazy, or is Wasteland crazy, or is he crazy?"

"If his current system is really implemented, unless the waterway can be opened and Tianyuan Territory can earn enough trade surplus, who will make up for the damn price difference?"

"The working-hour system can certainly allow newly arrived immigrants to quickly build a foundation for home ownership, and they only need to subsidize some supplies at the beginning. However, the longer this system lasts, the bigger the mess will be. Is it possible that he wants to work hard?

After finishing the bet with me, you walked out of the venue in style, just for the sake of the bet?"

"No, it's impossible! He is not such a person, he is definitely not such a person!"

A person who takes one step and counts it as three steps is mediocre, a person who takes one step and counts it as three steps is ordinary, and a person who takes one step and counts ten steps is a wise person.

But if you take one step and look at it fifty steps, you will definitely be a complete lunatic!

Only a lunatic would come up with such a crazy policy as the working hour system and place all his hopes on the Changlong Xianjiang waterway.

What if it doesn’t work?

He plans to use the credit of Tianyuan Territory to play a big game?

Will the territory finally take the blame?

"Mayor, Mayor Su of Baoyu County has sent another top-secret letter. Do you need to read it now?"
To be continued...