Xiao Fan of course wanted to know about news from Yunzhou, but he could also see that this woman was seeking something from him. At this time, Xiao Fan could satisfy what she wanted, but Xiao Fan did not want to satisfy her so easily. At least he could not let others think he was greedy for her beauty and identity as a hostess when there were many people around. Although he did have some interest in her....
"You go with them first, we'll talk when you get back."
Xin Xiaodi left somewhat disappointedly. She thought it must be because of her current unrefined image that made the young commander uninterested. When she got to a safe place, she must tidy up and try again.
The guard squad leader Shen Ruihui saw Xiao Fan's actions and determined one thing in his mind.
The commander-in-chief is not fond of women.
As a soldier who aspires to get promoted, not only must he be brave in combat, but he must also understand the psychology of his superiors. This was where Shen Ruihui was smarter than others. He must make good use of this.
After dealing with the survivors, many steel was also transported on the other side.
The train carriages were modified beyond recognition. Many seats and such were forcibly removed.
Xiao Fan originally wanted to find a truck at the train station, but after the apocalypse there was clearly a huge riot here as well. A truck had crashed into the station, flipping over another truck. Now there were no usable trucks left.
Xiao Fan could only use the train to transport the steel. If it didn't work once, he would just come again.
When it was dusk, the train started to return to Yanshan Town.
Going there was faster, coming back was much slower, because it was carrying too much steel.
It was midnight when it arrived at Yanshan. There were many large trucks already waiting at the station. The soldiers immediately started loading the steel onto the trucks to transport to the high school.
The night was spent busily and went by quickly. After Xiao Fan returned to the police station, he immediately fell asleep.
He didn't wake up until the next morning. His soldiers had already gone to Chishui County again under engineer Ai Yin's leadership to transport more steel.
At breakfast, Xiao Fan asked how the survivors brought back yesterday were arranged.
The guard Xue Ninger replied: "As you ordered, we have sent them to the Grand Hotel to settle temporarily."
Xiao Fan nodded: "Okay, I'll go take a look over there later and ask some questions. If there's nothing else important, we'll set off for Yunzhou City today."
"Understood."
After breakfast, Xiao Fan went to the JiangNanChun Grand Hotel.
The new survivors from yesterday were arranged on the first floor with Wang Dajiang's group.
Because there were already over sixty people on the second floor with Xiao Fan's father Xiao Zhenyuan, the first floor here only had over forty people, so they could only be arranged here for now.
As Xiao Fan entered the first floor, everyone looked towards him.
These people looked at him with complex gazes, showing awe, fear, and disgust.
Because they felt Xiao Fan had given them unfair treatment. Otherwise they could have lived much better.
Xiao Fan ignored these people and went straight to Xin Xiaodi.
"Find a place and tell me what you know."
Xin Xiaodi was still wearing yesterday's clothes, just washed. She now looked elegant and beautiful, indeed a standard beauty.
She fiddled with her hair: "Okay, let's talk in this private room."
The private rooms on the first floor were Wang Dajiang's bedroom. Xiao Fan unceremoniously appropriated it.
After the two entered, Xin Xiaodi finally spoke: "Commander, let me explain first, my information is from others' descriptions on the satellite phone, but later the phone broke, so I don't know Yunzhou's exact situation now either. I'll just say what I know, don't blame me if I'm wrong."
"Just say it, no harm done."
"It's like this, I heard that over in Yunzhou, many survivors have now united together and formed a Yun Zhou Survivors Alliance. They are currently managing Yunzhou with an official identity.
"Official identity?" Xiao Fan frowned. It would really be a bit tricky if they were really official.
"No no no, they're not really official, but they are indeed Yunzhou's largest power now. It's said their survivor base already has over 100,000 people, about the same as a prosperous town before."
"Over 100,000 people...their armed forces must be considerable too."
"I'm not too clear about this, but it should be. Because they've gained a firm foothold in Yunzhou, and have started governing. Some smaller survivor groups that don't qualify to join them even have to pay taxes I heard."
Xiao Fan felt it was somewhat laughable: "They're not real officials, what right do they have to collect taxes?"
"Because you have to accept their protection if you want to stay in Yunzhou. If you encounter zombie threats, or some extremely malicious survivors come to plunder, they can provide protection."
Xiao Fan snorted. It seemed they would have to deal with this Survivors Alliance if they wanted to go to Yunzhou.
He asked some more details, but Xin Xiaodi didn't know much else.
But knowing this news was good too. At least they had some preparation now.
Xiao Fan got up and looked at Xin Xiaodi: "From now on you don't need to do laborious work. Take good care of yourself and protect your voice. It will be useful in the future."
Xin Xiaodi immediately blushed and agreed.
She felt she probably understood what Xiao Fan meant.
What's the point of taking care of herself? Of course it's to look nice and presentable.
As for protecting her voice, what's that for?
There's no TV or radio now, her original job has no use. What's the point of preserving her voice if not for singing?
Maybe playing instruments?
Xiao Fan didn't know what Xin Xiaodi was imagining. He got up and left.
Just as he walked out, he saw Wang Dajiang standing at the door.
Looking a bit apprehensive, Wang Dajiang said to Xiao Fan: "Little Xiao, it's like this. These past few days we've also heard some broadcasts and know our Yanyun has many survivor bases now. I heard the one at Wenquan Mountain Villa has 7-8,000 people already. Don't you think we should go rely on them? Although I'm old now, I still have some connections from before. Once there, I can find some relationships and should be able to speak with leader Guo Mingjie."
Xiao Fan glanced at him: "No need. I will go out to find a new base. Those who want to come with me can come with me. Those who don't want to can go wherever they want. I have no relation with them."
After speaking, Xiao Fan immediately turned and left. Wang Dajiang's eyes shifted around, unsure whether Xiao Fan's words were true or false.
After leaving, Xiao Fan first said farewell to his father and sister, then went to the train station.
When the train returned, Xiao Fan smiled.
The train cabins were modified beyond recognition. Some cabins were even cut into flatbed cars that could transport large objects.
With these freight cars, Xiao Fan could now load some vehicles onto the train.
The road from Yanyun to Yunzhou was difficult, but it was no problem with the train now.
Xiao Fan could take the train directly to Yunzhou City and search for his own survival base.
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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
