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Chapter 715 Only the world where the empire is injured is achieved

 Xilan Empire, Tiandu Palace.

Wu Tuo was feeling a little depressed these days.

The Alliance opened its mouth in the ceasefire negotiations, demanding that the Empire withdraw the governor of Jingallang Port and a group of noble bureaucrats appointed by Tiandu.

Not only that, they also demanded that after the ceasefire agreement takes effect, control of the Golden Gallen Port be handed over to local survivors until the risk of looters in the area is completely removed.

To be honest, he could make appropriate concessions on tariffs and compensation, but he could not agree to these two items.

Especially the latter.

This was simply more uncomfortable for him than if the Alliance directly removed this land from his territory.

After all, this means that for the first time in the territory of the Xilan Empire, there will be a land where the royal authority cannot shine. This will not only shake the authority of the royal family, but even the legitimacy of his rule will be questioned by the nobles and citizens.

Wu Tuo could only hope that the embargo imposed on the entire Golden Gallen Port by the 300,000 troops on the border could crush the fragile economy of this settlement.

If it becomes a scorched land that breeds famine, plague and even death, perhaps the Alliance will discard that tasteless piece of chicken ribs.

He heard from people on the front line.

The people of the Alliance are spending their own money to transport the corn purchased from Silver Moon Bay to Golden Gallon Port one by one.

If this trend continues, one of the red clay in the suburbs of Golden Gallen Harbor and the wallet of the league will be the first to be emptied.

He took a bite of the grape that the beauty brought to his lips, and just when Wu Tuo squinted his eyes and was about to take a nap, there were hurried footsteps outside the hall.

A deacon stepped into the hall and knelt at the foot of the steps.

"Your Majesty, Captain Huyevan has arrived."

Wu Tuo, who was lying on the beauty's lap, sat up in surprise, pushed away the beauty and the fruit plate surrounding him, stood up and stepped forward with a full beard.

"He came to Tiandu?"

The deacon kneeling at the foot of the stairs looked slightly embarrassed, but he still spoke in a hurry.

"Not yet... not yet. After he disembarked at Xifan Port, he summoned the nobles in the area near Xifan City."

Wu Tuo was slightly startled, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but he still showed a happy smile on his face.

"Yes, he is a practical guy."

The deacon put his forehead to the ground, his face was bitter but he did not dare to say anything.

No one in the entire court knows that the Wilantes are His Majesty's guests, so no one dares to say anything bad about the Wilantes.

Especially in recent days, the negotiations between Duke Galawa and the Alliance are at a critical juncture. His Majesty needs the power of the Legion to deter the Alliance and the companies that stand behind the Alliance. It was the officers of Weiland who slapped the Japanese in the street,

No matter which noble girl you sleep with, you are applauding the everlasting friendship between the Legion and the Empire.

"Where is General McClun?" Wu Tuo asked.

The deacon spoke softly.

"He took a bus to Saifan Harbor yesterday."

Wu Tuo frowned.

"Aaron is always here, right?"

The deacon said, sweating profusely.

"...He went with General McClung."

Wu Tuo remained silent and stood in front of the bench for a long time, frowning as if thinking, but after a moment he relaxed his brows and sat back.

"Send me a telegram to say that General Lao is worried about the affairs of our empire. In addition, there will be a selection and assessment for palace generals in a week. I heard that the general is very interested in our empire's war games. If the general is not busy,

You can come to my palace and observe."

That's probably what it means.

As for how to formulate the specific wording in the telegram, people below will naturally figure it out.

Seeing that His Majesty did not express his anger, the deacon finally breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the tunnel with his head.

"As you command!"



At the same time, in front of the pier of Xifan Port, carriages with extraordinary decorations were crowded on the dirt road that was not spacious.

A group of people dressed in luxurious clothes stood in the open space in front of the dock, looking slightly uneasily at the group of tall Wilant soldiers around them.

I don’t know what kind of ecstasy these big noses poured into their majesty, but they actually asked his majesty to directly assign West Sail Port to the Legion with a wave of his hand, and warned the nobles of the entire Nasset State to do their best for all the requirements of the legion.

Cooperate, otherwise it will be tantamount to betraying the empire.

Although this place is still your Majesty's territory in name, in fact it has become the territory of the Wilant people. Not only did they drive away the original governor, they even sent a new "governor" here.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Huye looked down at the ants on the pier. Rather than saying that his contemptuous eyes showed contempt and ridicule, it was better to say that he did not regard these guys as human beings.

A group of guys who don't even care about their own compatriots are not worthy of the respect of the Wilante people. Even if they are dressed in brocade and satin, they are just a few dogs leading the herd.

Not letting go of this opportunity to show off his power, he cleared his throat, raised his voice, and shouted loudly.

"Listen, no matter who you were loyal to before, now I am the one riding on top of you, I am your master, and the rules here must be according to what I say. If you have any objections, it is best to raise them as early as possible.

Don’t waste all of our time.”

Looking at the commotion and the incredulous expressions of the crowd, Hu Ye waited quietly for half a minute. Seeing that no one spoke a word, he continued.

"I want you to select a group of people from your own manor who can work for me... Let's do this. Each slave family will produce at least one male."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd on the pier was in an uproar. The nobles who were afraid to let out a fart before were now as excited as a dog whose tail had been stepped on.

Hu Ye was wondering if his request was too much, and Aaron who was standing aside coughed lightly.

"General, slaves here don't have families."

Hu Ye was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise.

"What's the meaning?"

Aaron said patiently.

"That's the literal meaning. You can think of them as weeds growing out of the red soil. There is no concept of kinship in plants... Even if those weeds know who their father and mother are, the nobles who raise them will not pass it by.

Ask more questions."

"Then how do they know who is the father of whom?" Hu Ye couldn't help but ask, "They have to count how many they have, right?"

"They are all born by mothers, what does it matter who gave birth to them?" Aaron shrugged, "They will count the heads every year, maybe every two or three years. In short, as long as the number of people working does not change much, it will not matter.

Some people care. If there are too many people, they will sell some to save money. As for if there are too few...that situation seems to have not happened yet."

Hu Ye pinched his eyebrows, seeming to have a headache at this unexpected situation.

McClun crossed his arms and looked at this guy with interest, wondering how these civil servants would deal with this problem.

In the Falcon Kingdom, General Klass's approach was to abolish local slaves and establish a military aristocracy system for local people linked to military merit, encouraging them to go to the outside world to plunder land and slaves. General Griffin used

The freedmen released by the former established a set of legion-style industrial centers for the locals, ensuring the logistics of the expeditionary force in the Far East.

Completing these tasks requires a strong army and executive power, and the civil servants of Triumph City happen to be a group of "weak and incompetent" guys.

Sure enough, the governor thought for a moment and finally came up with a compromise plan, cleared his throat and shouted at the group of indigenous nobles.

"Quiet!"

The loud volume from the loudspeaker stunned the entire audience, and everyone crowded on the pier fell silent.

After a pause, Hu Ye slowly opened his mouth and continued.

"Your management method is too inefficient. Okay, let's change it... You provide me with slaves on a regular basis, and we pay you per head. We will pay you 50 dinars for each head that has been worked for a month."

"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the port suddenly boiled.

The faces that were originally worried were suddenly filled with joy, as if they wanted to take out all the money in their pockets right away.

"No problem sir!"

"I, I have more than a thousand at home! I can move them here tomorrow!"

"Does everyone give this much? Or is it just men?"

50 a month, 600 dinars after working for a year!

In the Xilan Empire, even the smallest noble has hundreds of people, and some big nobles even have tens of thousands of people in their manors and plantations!

Farming is not always busy time throughout the year, and when there is no work, most of the people are just idle on the land.

At this time, if we drive them into the Weiland people's factory, they can earn at least tens of thousands or even millions of extra income a year!

This is even higher than the output of their plantations!

Some people have even begun to think about how to turn the tenants who rent the land into slaves by increasing land rent or other methods.

Or you can find a way to get them to sell their son or daughter.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Hu Ye roared twice before shutting up the chirping crows, and then continued shouting at the top of his voice, "When we need to recruit people, we will put the recruitment requirements in

Post it here. If you don’t want to miss it, arrange for your servants to keep an eye on it. Now, go back and count how many people there are in your family, how old they are, whether they are male or female. I don’t want to wait until the time comes and all the people who arrive are a bunch of people on their backs.

The old man with a cane!”

After saying what needed to be said, Huye asked the soldiers to drive away the nobles blocking the dock, and at the same time asked people to arrange work for the laborers assigned to them by His Majesty.

In fact, if you only produce some light industrial products that Triumph City needs, there is no need to mobilize the slaves in the plantations. Just the guys living in these shacks in Xifan Port are enough.

However, Hu Ye has his own plans and arrangements in mind for the future of this "treaty port".

He is not just satisfied with making a small amount of money by exporting clothes and cans, he also wants to help the civil service group behind him and everyone in Triumph City earn more.

Without military power, they can only use this method to increase their influence in the legion.

"...The Alliance produces steel and cement in Golden Gallen Port. We must also produce those things, and we must produce more than them."

McClun asked casually.

"What is it used for?"

Hu Ye said with a smile.

"When mining or building roads, there will always be something useful. If you can't use it all, you can sell it to the emperor here."

McClun shrugged noncommittally. He didn't know much about business, but he always felt that the emperor who lived in the "Flying Palace" shouldn't be of use.

Aaron coughed slightly and reminded him.

"Dear General, I have to remind you that Mr. Wu Tuo is only interested in guns and cannons. We only need to sell them some guns and cannons."

What he said was actually very cryptic.

The steel and cement needed to build the factory in West Sail Port can be shipped from the ports on the west coast of the Central Continent, just like the production equipment.

If you build a steel plant and a cement plant here, the steel and cement produced will most likely be unsaleable. The locals already have enough shacks. Before the docile animals complain, there is no need to replace the barns with steel and cement.

Made of cement.

But it's obvious that Governor Huye has his own ideas.

"How much money can you make from guns? Besides, they are about to cease fire with the Alliance. The arms trade cannot continue for a long time."

Aaron made a helpless expression and gave up trying to convince this guy.

Anyway, their labor cost is close to nothing. Producing those things will only waste a little resources at most, and it is unlikely that they will lose money.

McClung picked up the topic and asked.

"There's only one thing I don't understand... No offense, since you don't have the ability to rob them directly, why don't you just buy those slaves?"

Hu Ye chuckled.

"That's too inefficient, and if you buy it, won't we become our own slaves? With 8 square meters, three meals a day, and a healthy life of fifty... I even have to pay for these lowly people. People need to take care of their old age! Why not let the nobles here take care of them, and the 50 dinars every month will be treated as management fees."

If he didn't work hard, he would send someone back. Seeing the fate of the person who was sent back, other slaves would naturally work hard!

McClun looked at this guy in surprise.

Of course he would not be unaware of the "eight square meters" law enacted by the Marshal himself.

But there are actually people who actually perform that thing outside of Triumph City?

Not caring about the surprise on McClun's face, Huye continued with a smile.

"Of course, in addition to relying on the nobles to manage them, I will provide them with a little headway in life and encourage them to work harder while being diligent. For example, I will give them a bonus every month and record it in their account. Go ahead, wait until you have collected a thousand dinars and use the money to redeem their lives."

If you can work for two years, you are considered a skilled worker. It is not appropriate to put him back on the plantation.

However, Aaron shook his head and said.

"Those nobles will not sell you a slave who can earn 600 dinars a year for 1,000 dinars."

"Then write it into the contract, or give them a little more," Huye said nonchalantly. "This is not a negotiation, this is an order."

"What about after the redemption?" McClun looked at him and continued, "They are free people, and there are no nobles to take care of them for you."

"They are free people who have passed the professional skills screening and have no land," Hu Ye corrected his inaccurate statement and continued with an unchanging smile, "Do you think I gave them freedom? There is no such good thing. They just go from one cage to another."

"There is no place for them to drive screws in the plantation. With nowhere to go, they will only become more inseparable from us and can only work harder than those slaves... And we only need to give them a little A living wage is enough."

It wasn't until this time that Aaron's face showed a thoughtful expression, and he finally understood why the big shots in Triumph City sent this gentleman here.

McClung looked at this guy with the same surprise, almost changing his initial stereotype of him.

This guy is a talent.

Just when McClun was surprised, the governor suddenly turned around, walked up to him with a smile, and patted his arm.

"General McClung, you are the only officer here who graduated from the orthodox military academy. You are different from us guys who have military ranks but have never been on the battlefield. And the most important thing is that you have also fought against people from the Alliance. …No offense, I know there were some minor accidents in that battle, but that’s not your problem.”

McClun's brows twitched unconsciously, and he said a word with a stern face.

"Any questions?"

Seeing the change in his expression, Hu Ye quickly explained with a smile.

"No! You are the talent we need most at the moment. I would like to trouble you to help our friends train some officers who are a little bit like that. After all, you know... we are completely amateurs in this area, and our friends

I just learned how to shoot."

Hearing this self-effacing statement, McClun finally relaxed his brows a little, but still couldn't help but laugh.

"You finally remember what I do?"

He has been bored here for almost two months, watching the pigs playing with the sand in the palace all day long. He might as well learn to swim while he has this time.

But it was too late to think of him after losing the battle.

Upon hearing this, Hu Ye was slightly startled, and then said with a smile.

"You...may have misunderstood something, General McClung. We have never neglected you. You have always been the most important part of our plan. In fact, from the moment you stood on this land, you

You are already playing a very important role. And I am here because of your contribution... I have to thank you for this matter."

As he spoke, this flamboyant man put his right hand against his chest and bowed slightly.

McClun looked stunned, suddenly feeling like he was being kept in the dark, and quickly looked at the adjutant Aaron beside him.

However, he saw that the latter nodded slightly.

"As Mr. Governor said...if we don't show a closer relationship with the Empire, they won't be so happy as to please us and take the initiative to 'teach' the Alliance a lesson."

After a pause, Aaron continued.

"As for the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army, it was completely within our expectations, but the speed of their defeat was indeed a bit beyond our expectations... We did not expect that Wu Tuo would be stupid enough to send a prince to the front line to supervise the battle.

Unexpectedly, the prince directly took away the command of General Alaya, resulting in the capture of more than 10,000 people."

"But the result is no different," Governor Huye said with a smile, taking over Aaron's words, "I still got the part we wanted."

McClun narrowed his eyes and stared at the guys who had taken advantage of him. He felt a burst of anger in his heart, but he wanted to lose his temper but couldn't find a reason to lose his temper.

As they say, the end result is good.

Considering the interests of the legion, they formulated strategies and achieved the expected results at a very small cost...

You should be happy about this.

However, he couldn't be happy at this moment.

"...No wonder Commander Saren doesn't like you." McLumpy snorted with a smile.

Hu Ye had a troubled expression on his face and said with a little regret.

"Really? But I am still very grateful to him for laying down a vast territory for our legion and planting our flag in Luoxia Province, east of the Great Desert... If you have the opportunity, please convey my gratitude to him for me.

His respect."

"I will," McClung glanced at Huye meaningfully, paused and continued, "Besides, I hope this is the last time."

Looking at McClun who turned around and walked towards the cabin, Huye nodded happily.

"I promise you."



On the other side, the distant Golden Gallen Harbor.

It took a full month, and under the supervision of Chief Bihari, the police station in the entire settlement finally completed the registration of the identity information of all residents in the area.

The final registration result also surprised Fang Chang.

If those newborns who have not yet learned to speak and those lying half-dead on the bed are included, the actual population of this settlement has reached an astonishing 1.7 million!

He was originally surprised to hear that there were one million people living here, but he didn't expect that the actual number of people here was only much higher than the number reported by word of mouth!

"I originally thought that 900,000 people in this settlement with no industrial base would be a lot, but I didn't expect that the actual population was nearly 70% higher than the estimated number..."

Squeezing his sore eyebrows, Fang Chang stared at the dusty construction site outside the window, thinking to himself.

"Is it red soil?"

He suddenly thought of Ms. Han's research.

When studying the civilization ecology of various settlements in the wasteland, the technology left behind by the Prosperity Era is undoubtedly a variable that cannot be ignored.

For example, although the Baiyue Province is vast and sparsely populated, and seems to have nothing left from the Prosperity Era, there is "ecological pollution" caused by Singularity-level technology, which makes it almost impossible to carry out industrialization at a low cost, and the survivors are

Forced to migrate to the sea.

In the province of Borneo, although red soil is not a particularly advanced technology, and its birth is largely accidental, it is actually a variable in this land that is "easiest to ignore, but cannot be ignored"!

It's like a natural nutritional balm.

Although it is not like the nutritional cream developed by Boulder City, which can be eaten for 365 meals a year, even if this thing can replace 50% of food sources, it will have an impact on the local ecosystem and social form that cannot be ignored.

.

Many survivors who would never have survived elsewhere in the wasteland not only survived on this land, but also quickly eliminated those first-generation survivors who could not adapt to the wasteland era with their incredible environmental adaptability, and established themselves in the local area.

A unique survivor civilization ecology has been established.

The red soil born in Lowell Camp is both a blessing and a curse left to them by their ancestors...

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Putting the research report in his hand into the drawer, Fang Chang looked at the door, cleared his throat and said.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and a young man walked in hurriedly from outside the office, holding a thick stack of documents.

He has a thin figure, prominent cheekbones, and deep eye bags on his face, but his bright eyes are bright and full of energy, giving him a feeling of vitality.

His name is Jodu, and he is one of the two hundred newly recruited civil servants in the city hall. He is also one of the few snake tribesmen who passed the literacy test.

According to his own account, he used to work as a casual worker at the port and learned some words because he often interacted with merchants and sailors in Silver Moon Bay, helping them run errands and lead the way.

It was rare to see literate Snake people, especially those who were self-taught. Fang Chang immediately transferred this young man from the city hall to the Governor's Office as the Governor's Secretary, as a key talent to train.

And this guy did not live up to his expectations. He was not only diligent but also careful in his work. Both Lacy and Bihari communicated very well.

Fang Chang also discovered it recently.

These guys who were originally bound to the lowest level of society by "factors other than talent", after being liberated, their enthusiasm for life and work is far beyond that of those guys who originally lived a good life during the period of Governor Nihak.

"...Dear Sir, the household registration statistics work has been basically completed, including the port area and various urban areas with complex situations. I have sorted out the information for you. As for establishing separate files for each resident, I am afraid it will take some time.

Finish."

"And based on my personal observation, all security bureaus, except the port branch, are extremely unfamiliar with the business in their respective jurisdictions. Although this is not entirely their problem, there will inevitably be omissions in the statistics of survivors in the slums.

I’m afraid a second screening will be required beforehand.”

Looking at the pile of documents piled on his desk, Fang Chang nodded approvingly.

"Good job. I understand the situation, but it is enough to do this for the time being. Later, I will ask Sheriff Bihari to make identity documents based on these rosters... By the way, you might as well notify him for me."

"I am happy to serve you, sir." Jodu nodded slightly and continued after a moment of pause. "In addition, I have also sent someone to inquire about the refugees along the Yongliu River that you mentioned before. According to the refugees,

According to their own statement, they were originally residents living on the upper reaches of the Yongliu River. The imperial army drove them out of the villages where they originally lived and violently robbed them of their food and livestock."

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Which side of the ceasefire line do they live on?"

"On the other side of the empire, outside our actual control area," Jodu said seriously, "If they are allowed to flood into the port, it may have an impact on our finally stable order, but if we leave it alone, it will eventually

There is no other way. Unless we completely close the shadow port of Yongliu River, those people will always have a way to swim over."

Fang Chang looked at him with interest.

His intuition told him that this guy already had an idea.

"So what's your suggestion?"

As expected, Jodu, who was standing in front of his desk, continued to speak respectfully.

"I have discussed with the people in the city hall, and they agreed to allocate some budget to build a shelter next to the prisoner of war camp in the suburbs to provide temporary housing for those who fled from the empire to the Port of Golden Gallen, but this requires you

approval.”

As if worried that Fang Chang would disagree, Jodu hurriedly continued.

"The threat of famine in Golden Gallen Port has passed. We only need to pay some inexpensive food to allow them to stay outside the settlement and wait for our resettlement. They can also help us build roads and bridges.

It’s our job... Actually, it’s not a bad thing to take in those refugees. The Yongliu River has helped us eliminate some people. Those who can swim to Golden Gallen Port are all strong young men.”

"After the ceasefire agreement comes into effect, we can directly merge the prisoner of war camp into part of the shelter, merge the two into a new urban area, and gradually absorb this part of the population by expanding industries from settlements to suburbs."

Fang Chang looked at the young man standing in front of the desk with slight surprise, or to be more precise, he was mostly surprised.

It's like drawing an SSSR card.

Good guy.

You can do it well.

It is not difficult to come up with an idea, but it does take some thinking to think carefully about what to do first and what to do next.

And being able to arrange things in an orderly manner and simplify the work that the leader needs to do to the extent that he only needs to sign a signature, having this guy as a secretary is simply a humiliation.

But surprises are surprises. Whether you are really capable or not depends on how well things are done.

Fang Chang simply nodded without expressing his thoughts on his face.

"I'm very satisfied with your plan. I'll do as you say. I'll say hello to the city hall and the militia and ask them to cooperate with your work to the best of their ability."

Jodu was overjoyed when he heard this and nodded in understanding.

"Please feel free to leave it to me, sir, I won't let you down."

After hearing the words "cooperate to the best of our ability", he already had a rough idea of ​​what he should do about this matter.

Just as he was about to bow and leave, he suddenly remembered something, stopped and said.

"By the way, there is one more thing. Although you may have heard about it, I think I should report it to you just in case..."

Fang Chang leaned back on his chair, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"you say."

"Regarding Sisail Port on the west coast of Borneo," Jodu considered his words in his mind for a moment and continued cautiously, "I heard rumors from the port that the army sent a governor there a few days ago, and it is estimated that he should arrive in the past few days.

.Maybe this is not something I should be concerned about, but at the moment...the Legion seems to be planning to intervene in the situation in Borneo, which may have an unknown impact on the ceasefire negotiations between us and the Empire."

Governor of the Legion?

Fang Chang frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows and said softly.

"Mr. Jodu, you are my secretary and a survivor of this settlement. As long as it is related to the personal safety and vital interests of local survivors, I think there is nothing that you should not care about."

"You mean it, sir."

Looking at Jodu who lowered his head, Fang Chang nodded slightly.

"I already understand the situation. You can go about the task I assigned you first."

He had indeed heard about the Legion, and he even asked Captain Chen to drive the Dolphin nuclear submarine over to take a look.

What landed was only some industrial equipment, and a small number of Wilant infantry and officers. Although it was worthy of vigilance, it did not deserve their excessive attention.

Under the background that the "Cohesion Nation" negotiations are ongoing in Dawn City, it is unlikely that the Legion will have a direct conflict with the Alliance. At most, the Willantes will help the Empire train two more gray wolf armies.

In contrast, the growing warlord power on the border deserves his attention more.

"As commanded."

Jodu nodded respectfully, turned around and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Fang Chang glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the VM. Less than ten minutes had passed from the time he entered to the time he left. In these ten minutes, he not only completed the report, but also came up with a set of solutions to the problem for himself.

plan.

It was obvious that he was well prepared.

I feel very comfortable getting along with such a person, and maybe I can quit my job as the "acting governor" of Golden Gallen Port earlier than expected.

"...It seems that there is not completely no available people here, it just takes some time to find them."

His eyes fell on the dusty construction site outside the office window. Looking at the busy workers and the foreman who led them to work, the corners of his square mouth couldn't help but curl up into a faint smile.

In fact, the situation here is not as bad as they imagined when they first came here.

The curse brought to local survivors by the red soil is not entirely a debuff.

Although the characteristics of "obedience" and even "obedience" have caused these people to become natural slaves, so much so that they can even carve a pig into a totem and hold it above their heads as a god, they do not have no chance of ending it.

Of your own wasteland.

Just like the people outside the window who are rebuilding their homes with sweat and tears.

If someone is willing to point them to a more reliable path than being reincarnated into the emperor's family, they are willing to move forward.

And if someone is willing to pull them, or push them to take two steps forward, they might be able to open the door to the new world faster than Boss Xia of Boulder City.

Just like the girls of the Yue Clan who are building a new home in the Baiyue Strait, their behavior after landing is the best example.

Their extraordinary endurance to the environment allowed them to survive a desperate situation that would be almost unbearable for ordinary people. In another application scenario, the trait of being obedient would mean being hardworking and hard-working.

Being born a slave is a false proposition. No slave is born.

And when he thought of the thighs on the beach of Baiyue Strait - oh no, girls, Fang Chang suddenly realized that this "self-defense counterattack" had been going on for almost two months.

"Time flies so fast..." He couldn't help but sigh.

In two more days, the freshwater pipeline in the southern sea area will probably be completed...

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