Some people are ruthless these days, and some are even more ruthless.
Lula directed his minions to cause all kinds of brutal violence and killings, putting the entire city of Merida under his tyrannical control. Everyone, including the colonists of the Enclave, secretly called him the "executioner"
.
And now, someone more ruthless is coming.
You enjoy torturing people with knives and guns, right? I'll kill you scum with a cannon!
The w90 self-propelled howitzer has no use in the real world. It shows its ferocious appearance as soon as it appears in the wasteland. This is a military-level weapon and equipment for large-scale operations. It is a magic weapon for victory on the battlefield. It is no longer possible to destroy dozens of miles with one shot.
It's a dream.
Seeing the demonic Lula being tortured to death, everyone in Merida was very happy, but besides the joy, they were also deeply frightened. The Governor is stepping on the demon's corpse to ascend to power, which means that
If he gets ruthless, he will be even more cruel than Lula!
"I understand your doubts, but I don't think you need to be too afraid. I have no intention of taking away the power from you, I just want to cooperate with you." Zhou Qingfeng swayed a glass of 'Supreme' brand whiskey in his hand and smiled.
Looking at the various bureaucrats sitting with him.
After Zhou Qingfeng sent out the invitation for talks, who in the entire city of Merida dared not show favor? Before dark, the leaders responsible for the management of the entire Yucatan region rushed to the Governor's Palace.
Since the main building of the Governor's Mansion was hit by a heavy artillery shell, Zhou Qingfeng simply asked people to tidy up the area around the crater and set up dozens of tables and chairs as a meeting venue. The guests smelled the smoke and looked at the crater, and naturally felt that their momentum was suppressed.
After sitting down, everyone behaved very well.
"Mr. Paramount." Zhou Qingfeng suddenly called out a name, and a fat man with a round face in the crowd immediately stood up in shock.
It is really rare for Mr. Paramount to be so fat in the wasteland world. He must have made a lot of money in private. But when he heard his name being called, he felt a chill on his neck. He couldn't help but stand up and bend down, humbly.
Asked: "Dear Governor, do you have any instructions?"
"Mr. Paramount, you are the planning director of the production department in Merida City. Can you do me a small favor and ask the workers in this city to stop producing certain things, such as those crude portable boilers?" Zhou Qingfeng said this
When speaking, his face was expressionless.
Zhou Qingfeng is deeply resentful of the portable boilers in Merida. This thing has little technical content and can be made by knocking some iron sheets, but it seriously affects the sales of similar products in Havana and also affects employment.
Mr. Paramount immediately became embarrassed and said in embarrassment: "Sir Governor, the portable boiler is something that the North American Headquarters has requested to produce. If we fail to complete a certain output, we will be punished, and it may even affect the supplies sent to us by the Headquarters.
"
"The supplies sent to us by the headquarters?" Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "The supplies sent by the headquarters are not enough for us. We have to think of something ourselves. As for your concerns, I can solve them. Just five thousand units a month.
A portable boiler? I’ll get you a better source.”
Upon hearing "Better Source", everyone knew that this would be smuggled goods from Cuba. But Mr. Paramount was still puzzled: "But what should we use to buy it?"
"We can produce other things for trade, such as oil extraction. We feel that our oil production needs to be increased. We can also find ways to get coal from northern Mexico.
We should not give up the offshore fishing industry, which can bring us great benefits. Even dead grass in the wilderness can be collected and made into the most basic fuel. There are many things that can be done."
Zhou Qingfeng said it lightly, but this is tantamount to completely changing the administrative and production system of Merida City. Lula originally managed to gather the population of the entire Yucatan region, but the Governor's intention was to disperse these populations again.
.No one dares to let go of this change easily.
Among the guests present, Lieutenant Colonel Harding had the highest status and held real power in his hands. If he had felt contempt for 'Governor Alfonso' before, those who were now slightly afraid or even frightened.
Now that Zhou Qingfeng wants to reconstruct the governance system of the entire Yucatan region, Lieutenant Colonel Harding has no choice but to stand up and express his concerns, "Your Majesty the Governor, have you received approval from your superiors for doing so?"
Zhou Qingfeng laughed a few times, picked up the whiskey on hand, and asked: "Lieutenant Colonel Harding, I know you have a preference for whiskey. If I give you a bottle of whiskey every month, can you
Have you forgotten the question you just asked?"
"You're kidding." Lieutenant Colonel Harding was slightly angry. He was also a high-ranking official in charge of the party. What does a bottle of whiskey a month mean... You can't bribe me that cheap, right?
"What about ten bottles a month?"
Lieutenant Colonel Harding still sneered.
"A hundred bottles?"
The lieutenant colonel wanted to walk away.
"A thousand bottles?"
Uh..., it seems that I can consider it.
"Ten thousand bottles?"
"Uh-huh..." Lieutenant Colonel Harding coughed slightly as he couldn't sit still. He tried to organize his words in his mind, thinking about what he should say to make everyone look good.
"Do you still want more?" This time Zhou Qingfeng kept laughing, "Actually, it's not impossible to want more, but it must have sufficient exchange value."
"I think what I just said was a bit ill-considered. The Governor must have already planned it. These matters are beyond the scope of our discussion." Lieutenant Colonel Harding sat down again, and what he just said was as if he had eaten it back.
No one here is stupid. Everyone is calculating the current value of ten thousand bottles of whiskey. Wine is so important in the end of the world. Its purpose is not just to drink it in the stomach. If you can produce the wine you can drink, you can produce it.
Medical alcohol is an even more scarce resource currently.
Ten thousand bottles of high-altitude liquor can be sold to get a lot of money. And if used as bribes, one can easily get a very good official position. If used to buy slaves, one bottle of wine can get a
Healthy adult slaves, or two or three younger female slaves.
In this damn era, ten thousand bottles of whiskey can be exchanged for too many things. But for Zhou Qingfeng, ten thousand bottles of whiskey only cost about ten tons, which is very cheap.
"The things I can provide are far beyond your imagination. For example, everyone likes instant noodles. What about ham sausage? Instant noodles without ham sausage are not perfect. I can sell a lot of them to you at a reasonable price.
I need supplies, as long as you can give me some convenience."
Zhou Qingfeng's words were like the words of the devil, full of the ability to confuse people. Everyone present's heart beat faster, their breathing became rapid, their eyes looked at each other, and their minds were shaken. They were all thinking in their hearts that they could make money from this business.
How much benefit will be gained? As for the impact this will have on the Enclave, no one cares at all.
At this point, Zhou Qingfeng has successfully established a foothold in Merida City and opened a big hole in the enemy's blockade.