"Stupid pig, Beard, didn't I look awesome just now?" At this time, Hong Tao had already driven the carriage to the east side of the transportation hub building. He stopped a resident who was looking over his shoulder and asked him to help feed the horse, and then he took the lead in lifting two big baggage. He walked toward the door of the building, showing off to his two silent men as he walked.

"You're so awesome. When the armored vehicles from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came, my calf muscles twisted. The machine gun barrel was as thick as one side of my arm! Brother Mouse, you have some respect... That pretty girl in black is the minister, right?"

Benzhu had a dark face and said nothing. He just looks honest on the outside, but in fact he has a lot of brains. After the two things just happened, he already had some idea in his mind. He knew that this move was not a pension, but it might be better than running a long distance. Dangerous.

Shen Wansan was really stupid. He had nothing but excitement in his mind. He chased after Hong Tao with his bedroll on his shoulders, and his dark face turned red with excitement. In his opinion, there was no danger at all on this trip. As long as he followed the boss closely, Anyone coming in front must give way obediently.

"That's necessary. If I hadn't saved him back then... Damn it, is this a place where people live? We're not afraid of catching fire! Stop, stop, put your things back in the car first, I really can't bear it anymore !”

In fact, most of the time, people like Shen Wansan are more lovable, or at least they can make people feel happy. Just when Hong Tao was about to brag a little more, he suddenly stopped and stood in front of the person who had just entered the building. I looked left and right, shrugged my nose and bared my teeth, but in the end I didn't go in and backed out again.

It's dark in the corridor... It's actually normal. Even if the East Asia Alliance has its own power plant, which can provide relatively stable electricity, it can't be wasted in refugee settlements. Not only will there be no lights in the corridor during the day, but there will also be no lights at night.

But there is something wrong with the smell that is so loud and smelly. There is not only a row of brand-new dry toilets a hundred meters downstairs, but there are also homeless people pushing excrement trucks going from house to house collecting excrement twice a day, morning and evening. No money, free.

They will collect their excrement and fertilize it, and then sell it to farmers in the safety zone in the north of the city. Although the work is inconspicuous and extremely dirty, the income is not low, and the most important thing is stability. Anyone can not buy anything, but who can not eat? ?As long as you eat it, you will have diarrhea, it is natural!

Taking a closer look inside the corridor, the originally wide passage was filled to the brim with all kinds of debris, even the windows were blocked, leaving only a gap in the middle for the two of them to barely pass by.

Hong Tao can tolerate poor environments, such as sleeping in the open air or even sleeping in the ruins of a building wrapped in a fur coat, but he really cannot tolerate messy conditions and dangers at any time and anywhere.

If there is a child who is as annoying as I was when I was a child, if there is a slight fire, there will be nothing left of the hundreds of people in the building, and they will all become barbecues. Especially the residents living on the fourth floor, there is no place except to jump off the building Run, like yourself!

"Click... bang, bang, bang..." What to do? Hong Tao had a way. He drove the carriage to the center of the small concave square, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and fired three rounds into the sky.

The sound of the pistol is not loud, even a .45-caliber pistol is not much louder than a smashing gun. But this small square is surrounded by four floors on three sides, which plays a loudspeaker effect. Not only the people living in the building can hear it , even the people setting up stalls at the crossroads heard it.

"My name is Hong Tao, and I'm also called You Luo. Some people may know me, and some may not. Regardless of whether they know me or not, they should know each other by now. Whoever is in charge here will come down immediately. If you have something to discuss... five minutes, only five minutes.

If no one comes down, I will burn this building down and never come down again!"

After firing the gun, Hong Tao still stood on the carriage and showed off his power. He put his hands on his hips and shouted with a trumpet. While shouting, he reached out and took out a round thing from his arms and held it in his hand.

Look, it's a grenade!

"This is not a hillside grassland pasture, this is a building. Aren't you afraid of catching fire or getting sick when you live like this? If you are not afraid, then there is no need to set up a stall and do business to make money. Burning to death or dying of illness are no more comfortable than dying of starvation!

They just came here and don’t know the rules very well. You came from the old safe area, don’t you understand these things? Hurry up and organize people to clean up the corridors. If you really don’t want to throw away, put them in the basement.”

This trick worked quite well. After a while, three men walked out of the building door, followed by five or six figures. However, not all of them came over. Only three men came to the carriage and introduced themselves before they opened their mouths.

Got a slap on the wrist.

"Mr. Hong, Mr. Hong, please calm down. I am Tao Wei, a family member of Feihu Construction Company. Thanks to Brother Feihu's respect, I have been assigned to take on some small responsibilities." The two immigrant leaders from Xinjiang Province may not have figured out the situation yet.

The middle-aged man, whose reaction was a little slow and a little balding, was quite tactful. He took out a cigarette and handed it to him while saying his name.

"Sun Feihu has to listen to me when he comes. If you are worried, you can send someone to ask immediately. The same goes for you two. Shabalin calls me uncle and Zhang Weiping calls me big brother. You can also ask. I will wait here.

Come on, one hour is enough!"

Hong Tao still had the cigar he just had in his hand, and he was just about to light it up. Now he no longer wants to pretend to be a grandson, and he has to make up for all the grandsons he pretended to be before, making it like he is invisible in the safe zone.

Same as big brother.

"That's for sure, that's for sure. Brother Feihu told us to take good care of it before you came. It's just...most of the things in the corridor are materials found by merchants. They plan to fix the stalls and turn them into sheds.

This way you don’t have to worry about wind and rain.

The underground floor has been occupied by a handicraft workshop. The second floor is too damp and has water accumulation, so it cannot be used for the time being. Do you think this will work? I will find someone to clean the corridor first and move out some things that are not too sensitive to moisture.

An extraordinary place.”

Tao Wei obviously knew who Hong Tao was and didn't want to ask Sun Feihu, but he also didn't want to free up space, so he just gave an ambiguous plan. The exact amount of space that could be freed up was uncertain, but it was basically He Xini.

"Building a shed is a good thing, why not build it? Is it possible that building a house also pays attention to the almanac?"

Hong Tao understood, and then became confused again. Most of the stalls at the intersection were temporary, or simply made of a few boards or tarpaulins as roofs. A strong wind would blow them all down. Since the business here is good, the stalls here are good.

The stall should also be fixed.

But why don't you prepare the building materials and start drying them? It's not the rainy season yet, so isn't it just the time for construction? Is it because the immigrants of the Resistance Army have special customs and habits that they can't do any civil work until there is time?

"No, it's the Redeemers who won't let us go... They take up a lot of space and we suffer a loss!" Seeing Hong Tao turn his eyes to his side, one of the two Wei men finally spoke. His Chinese was not very fluent, but he could

Understand.

"...Is this also the reason for you?"

"Hehe... If they don't explain clearly, we can only remain unclear. In fact, the best way is for the three parties to sit together and talk face to face. We have mentioned it several times, but they have never replied.

"

Tao Wei grinned and explained the actual situation in detail. He was also helpless about this matter. There were feuds between the two families, and even if there were a large number of local refugees, he would not be willing to intervene.

"Who are the people in charge of the Redeemers? What are their surnames?" Even though it is just a small matter of piling debris in the corridor, it goes around and around to the hatred between the Resistance Army and the Redeemers.

Hong Tao now has no place to hide, so he has to endure it or come out. For his own safety and living comfort, he can only choose the latter, even if it will cause big trouble. The Redeemer will definitely not

He would be as easy to talk to as the rebels, and even less face-saving. He might still have a grudge, but he had to bite the bullet and give it a try.

"Jiang Yang... is so evil that he killed many of us!" Speaking of the Redeemer's immigrant leader, the two men from the Wei ethnic group were a little excited and spoke even more stumblingly in Chinese, mixed with their nationalities.

language.
Chapter completed!