The two little old men, Bei Zhikang and Wu Nansen, were stunned for a while, then exchanged glances and laughed so happily that they almost choked.
They can be friends with Li Cang, and the only thing that can bind this small gang to the base is nothing but profit. The two little old men really have nothing to do with this group of guys who won't take hard or soft measures.
, as a result, after such mistakes were made again and again, the whole scene stopped being rigid and became reasonable and natural in an instant. Let’s talk about family and deeds, stop talking, hahahaha...
"Okay, then we old guys won't disturb your family reunion. Zhenzhen, your Grandpa Wu and I will go back first."
"You're already here, why don't you have a meal before leaving?"
"also!"
Rao Qifang stared at Bei Zhikang, dumbfounded, still unable to realize what the problem was.
After getting off the donkey, the meal that the two old Bangcai got involved in did not go well as expected. They could always find an entry point in a seemingly reasonable conversation environment to connect the current situation of the base with Rao Qifang, Panda, and Goldfish Logistics.
No matter how cleverly he passed it on to Li Cang, this kind of behavior would not necessarily make people disgusted, but it still showed the true character of the old silver coin.
Everyone could hear it in their words. The two old guys were always bitter about not being able to find a qualified heir in the 3/7 base, even if they just pieced together a qualified heir. They even wanted to be mad at others.
The trend of transformation, and what is certain is that the two years when Li Cang and others evaporated out of thin air became the catalyst and fuse of this transformation.
It’s not that Bei Zhikang and Wu Nansen are very optimistic about Li Cang. It happens to be people like Li Cang, as well as people like Rao Qifang who are rich in martial arts, and people like Jin Yujing who are wealthy and can use the gods. They are the first excluded options. They can be used as weights and suppressed.
Scale but definitely not the pole.
Bei Zhikang always calls himself a rough man, but he can clearly see that he can win battles.
Throughout the ages, there has been no mature and stable political system that was not jointly outlined by the political wisdom of several or even dozens of generations. Even before these family traditions formed a more systematic and three-dimensional wisdom grid, it was not enough to support a political system.
A community of this size has survived for a long time. The current state of the base and even the entire shattered world is actually more like the cookie crumbs areas before the disaster. The kings everywhere were short-lived and glorious. It's not like those cookie crumbs areas didn't try.
To refer to the lessons of the predecessors, I didn’t always delay them from looking at the map and looking at others. It’s not that I didn’t want to, but that I didn’t have the chance. It was because no one was willing to give them this opportunity. Those key officials who pointed the country and criticized Fang Qiu through the network cable.
There are as many people who are lucky enough to be in a high position as those who have crossed the river, and there are even more people who have landed in boxes. In a word, if the portion is enough, you can be served on the table. If the portion is not enough, you may not even be qualified to be served on the table.
You are telling the truth, others are hearing the joke, some are looking in the mirror, and some are having fun.
The current rapid development of the base is actually very fragile. It can be said that it relies entirely on the relatively abundant martial ethics. It is impossible to walk on one leg. If there is a slight mistake, there may not even be a chance to get up, and people are on the track.
Li Cang, who hangs around online without doing his job, is the sharpest fulcrum. Steel is easy to break. If there is any problem with him, Rao Qifang will inevitably leave this sad place. Then there is Jin Yujing, the god of wealth in industry and finance.
Bei Zhikang knew that his thoughts were selfish, but he and Wu Nansen really couldn't survive for many more years. All flower growers' bases were in this situation. If the eldest brother didn't laugh at the second brother, even if it was good, it wouldn't be much better.
There is absolutely no need to expect an airborne landing in a short period of time, and that kind of thing can only be used to solve urgent needs, so there is no need to consider how to go during this vacuum period.
After the meal, Li Cang finally took the initiative to talk to Bei Zhikang. His first sentence was quite heartbreaking: "What happened to the base?"
There was actually some embarrassment on Bei Zhikang's face. He picked up the cigarette out of habit and put it down again. He knocked on the table and a green light emitted from his wrist: "This is the old base. This is the old base."
The Third Ring Road, but now, neither we nor they are there anymore!”
The brand-new base structure has suddenly turned into a three-body structure with a little bit of order mixed in with chaos. The three-party island chain spreads out in the form of points, fitting into each other, blending and mixing.
Li Cang pointed directly to the center: "So what's in here?"
"Jump storm, huge jump storm area." Bei Zhikang took a deep breath, "Based on the information and jump frequency analysis in the past two years, there is more than 99% chance that this weak area will become a permanent jump channel.
As for what comes out, or no matter what comes out, it will be a complete disaster, a disaster that will interrupt the good situation that the base has worked so hard to create."
Weak point?
Warp Storm?
Isn’t this a fucking bug?
"Impossible, there are prerequisites for the formation of this thing. There were no signs of instability around the base before, unless -"
"Unless there happens to be a lucky island chain that is swept by the jump storm and enters the third line you mentioned, and then randomly scattered here, causing space instability." Bei Zhikang put away the projection and applied haggardly, "Yes,
A huge island chain with a population of tens of millions, Area C marked in green is the area actually controlled by this loose alliance, and a large part of them know your name, they call themselves Monroe people."
Lao Wang Hai breathed a sigh of relief and his interest was greatly reduced: "I thought you were going to say that he missed his country, but luckily it was Monroe. Wait, Monroe??"
Li Cang frowned even more: "Monroe is very strong."
Wu Nansen interfaced: "They are not only strong, but also ambitious. Their thunderstorm area makes us and the guys in area b very afraid. Well, area b is occupied by the subordinate organizations that have gathered around the base."
Lao Wang didn't show any shame to the base: "Your operation is too eye-catching, how on earth did you make those refugees who defected to rebel?"
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"Tsk."
Since Bei Zhikang has said this, it means that the situation is no longer optimistic. It cannot be said to be a foregone conclusion, at least it must be on the verge of breaking out. It is right to think about it. In this situation, everyone is waiting to share the cake. Whoever retreats
If you take one step less and eat one less bite, whoever takes one further step will be doomed. There are only eternal interests. Where are the eternal enemies and friends?
Bei Zhikang stared at Li Cang without blinking. Li Cang leaned back and shook his head: "We have less money to live and more to do. We are not interested."
Meng Liang raised his eyebrows, but this time he was a lot smarter, and he suppressed his silence.
At this point, Wu Nansen gave him a hard look.
Bei Zhikang nodded with a smile: "If you have time, take a look around. I haven't had the chance to go there since the island chain appeared. It's a very old-fashioned group of people, and they seem to have some strange prejudices against us?"
This is nonsense. To put it bluntly, Monroe is still a semi-feudal and semi-slavery social structure. It is a natural contradiction. On your side is the beacon of the American Alliance shining brightly, and on the other side is the red star of socialism shining brightly. But ordinary people are weak.
Dudu was afraid that you would be the first to hang up the street lamp for an excuse.
Li Cang started to frown again as usual: "We will meet in the future. We happen to have a friend up there. Monroe has a special... um... commemorative significance for us..."
Of course, this is nonsense. It is basically a landmark building where they completed the quantitative transformation of primitive capital accumulation into a qualitative transformation. Moreover, the base obviously does not know that there is a big red-haired girl hiding on top of it, and it has more than a mere commemorative significance.
Although Meng Liang also admitted that people who look like this are unique even when they make faces, but he still felt a little irritated when he saw Li Cang's frowning movements. Zhao Yang was standing next to him with a knife-like look to hold him in check, as if he dared to cough.
The guy would rush up and bite him to death at any time like a wild dog.
