Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Mr. Hu glanced at Feng Wei and said slowly:

"A force that can wipe out that Old Ghost’s Motorcycle Gang—do you really think they’re that simple?

I’ve said it how many times—don’t act on impulse, don’t just look at the surface. It’s like an iceberg; you’ll never know how big the part is under the water.

Caution, caution, caution!

We observe first, try to communicate with them face to face, then see if we can establish some trade with them. We’ll use other things to exchange for their oil!"

Hearing this, Feng Wei grumbled inwardly: "Observe, observe—how long the hell have we been ’observing’ already? This old sick tiger doesn’t have a shred of guts....."

Seeing that Feng Wei seemed a bit upset, Mr. Hu spoke again:

"Alright then, in a couple of days when the weather clears, you go over there again, see if you can reach some kind of cooperation with them. Mind your manners, don’t offend anyone!"

Still not entirely at ease, he turned to Chen Er, who was sitting opposite Feng Wei, and said: "Chen Er, you go with Captain Feng. No matter whether they’re willing to cooperate with us or not, you must not offend them, understand?"

The cap-wearing Chen Er hurriedly replied: "Got it, Mr. Hu. Just... how many people are we bringing? If we bring too many, I’m afraid before we even get there, they might misunderstand and think we’re going to attack them..."

Mr. Hu flicked his cigar again, opened his mouth to take a drag, tasted the smoke on his tongue, then blew it out. "As for people, Captain Feng will bring twenty from his side, you bring ten."

"If you can get them to come out and talk, that’s best. Like I just said, we observe first. You can judge for yourselves how to talk cooperation, but the first core message we have to put across is that we’re there to seek cooperation, not to attack them.

Make sure you remember that."

Hearing this, Feng Wei’s face darkened to iron blue, and he finally couldn’t hold it in. He shot to his feet and said to Mr. Hu:

"Mr. Hu, I call you ’Mr. Hu’ out of respect, to give you face. But I think with our strength, we can totally take that Oil City. Once we take it, it’s ours. Why the hell should we still cooperate with them?" Feng Wei said, standing, a bit rudely toward Mr. Hu.

Before Mr. Hu could respond, a man sitting beside him knocked on the table and said:

"Captain Feng, watch your attitude. The boss just said how we’re going to do this."

The man looked at Feng Wei with a cold gaze. As one of the founding members of Southern Paradise, he had every reason to say this.

To be blunt, without Mr. Hu, who knows where they’d still be struggling desperately to survive.

And when you, Feng Wei, first joined Southern Paradise, you and your people were in such a pathetic state. If I hadn’t put in a few words to Mr. Hu, you wouldn’t even have gotten into Southern Paradise.

Now that you’ve got more men under you and more strength, don’t start thinking that just because your wings have hardened you can butt heads with everyone.

Seeing this man with the scar at the corner of his eye, Feng Wei’s face turned green then purple, changing over and over, then he sat back down.

Mr. Hu didn’t lose his temper. He stayed silent for a few seconds.

Then he said gently to Feng Wei: "Captain Feng, everyone in Southern Paradise is a brother. You having your own ideas, I get that."

"But."

Mr. Hu’s aura suddenly flared, becoming sharply oppressive as he continued to Feng Wei: "If you don’t follow orders, don’t blame me for casting aside sentiment. It hasn’t been easy for Southern Paradise to get to where we are today. If your recklessness brings trouble down on Southern Paradise, I won’t be able to protect you."

A threat!

With Mr. Hu’s aura in full force, no one dared openly oppose him.

Feng Wei shrank back a little, slowly lowered his head, and fell silent.

"Captain Feng, didn’t you hear what Mr. Hu just said?" the scar-faced man sitting beside Mr. Hu barked unceremoniously.

Feng Wei’s face flushed red. He clenched the hem of his clothes tightly, lowering his head so no one could see his expression.

"I understand. We’ll do as Mr. Hu says."

The lighting in the Ju Yitang hall was dim, so Mr. Hu didn’t see Feng Wei’s expression, but hearing his answer, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Good. Next, let’s talk about that group of refugees outside the wall." The scar-faced man saw the matter was settled and moved on to have everyone discuss other issues.

Hearing him bring this up, everyone in Ju Yitang started talking:

"During this rain, those refugees made their own ladders and tried to climb in, but we pushed them down. I’m just worried those refugees might retaliate later."

"Retaliate? Heh, I already said we should just drive them away and be done with it. They keep hanging around under our walls, and we have to keep people on guard. It’s a real pain!"

"Mr. Hu said those refugees are people too. We can’t push things too far. Increase security, and if we’re short on manpower later, we can pick some suitable people from that group. If you drive them all away, what do we do when we need people?"

"Can we afford to feed that many people? My guys are all complaining to me—right now the daily food rations are so small they’re not even close to being full!"

"Not full? You still want to be full? Why don’t you handle the farming then? The supplies you guys bring back from scavenging outside are getting fewer and fewer. You think it’s easy for us to grow enough food to feed everyone?"

"Mr. Hu, how about we expand some more area for planting, increase secondary production, and have those refugees help us build it? We can use a small amount of food to get them to work for us."

Before Mr. Hu could answer, the man who’d just complained about food shortages jumped in again.

"Still using food to trade? We can’t even feed ourselves and you want to use food for trade? You believe it or not, if we do that, the people below will definitely riot!"

"Then we force them to work. Anyone who doesn’t listen gets driven off."

"No, Mr. Hu said we can’t do that."

"This won’t do, that won’t do—are we supposed to go build it ourselves? Then who’s going to scavenge supplies? Captain Zhao, you’re the one who suggested building new farmland. Why don’t you send your people?"

"Heh! Sure, have your squad work together with us then. A project that big, we sure as hell can’t handle it alone."

"You’re the one who came up with the idea, so obviously your people should do it. What are you dragging me in for?"

.....

Watching Ju Yitang descend into another argument, Mr. Hu wore a troubled expression.

Even though Southern Paradise was built up by him from scratch and, in name, these people all listened to him, they’d all joined at different times and each had their own crew, so their freedom within Southern Paradise was pretty high.

The problems in front of them were still the same ones.

Food, energy, manpower....

Mr. Hu might be a domineering man, but he came from the bottom and could empathize with those at the very lowest. He couldn’t bring himself to drive those refugees to their deaths, or to force them to build things.

He could stand by and not save them, but he couldn’t treat those refugees like slaves.

To stand by and do nothing was because he understood: if they saved the refugees, everyone in the base would have that much less food. Save the refugees, and what would his brothers under him think?

But if they took food out, they didn’t even have enough grain themselves.

That put them in a very passive position.

They were stuck in a dead loop. That’s the downside of not having much in reserve—lots of things are hard to push forward.

......

Inside Myanmar’s borders.

Li Yu and the others were staying inside an ancient Buddha Tower.

Outside the Buddha Tower there were yellow courtyard walls, which at least served to block Zombies to some extent.

The Buddha statues inside the tower had toppled and shattered on the ground, which was covered in dust.

They’d been hiding in this temple for half an hour already.

The temple complex wasn’t small. You could still faintly see that before Doomsday, this must have been a splendid, luxurious place.

Looking at the shattered Buddha statues on the ground, Li Yu inexplicably thought of Qingyang back at the base.

He didn’t know how Qingyang and his sister were doing.

Tap tap tap—

Footsteps came with the sound of rain, drip-drip.

Li Yu turned around toward where the footsteps came from.

"Third Uncle."

"Xiao Yu, I just talked it over with that Old Zhang, Dapao, and that Myanmar fraudster. They can guide us. Right now it’s raining—this is a good opportunity. We can save our Bombs and just use the Zombie Attraction Potion.

How about I pilot the Helicopter over there, use the Zombie Attraction Potion, and wipe those people out in one go?"

Rumble!

Lightning and thunder boomed, rain pouring down, soaking Third Uncle’s shoulders.

Li Yu sighed and said: "Third Uncle, if there weren’t thunder and lightning, I’d definitely agree. But with rain this heavy, flying the Helicopter is too dangerous. No, you guys can’t go."

.....

(Double monthly tickets, everyone, bury me in them, and there’s more oh~~)