In the harbor of Settlement No. 1, the Willantes, who had been adrift at sea for two weeks, finally came ashore.

With the exception of a handful of Brahmane ultraconservatives who are still protesting the Willant Street project, the vast majority of local survivors welcomed the poor people who had come from afar.

Including those who were once indifferent to them.

In a sense, this is also thanks to the emotional Brahmi.

Their nonsense and failure to listen to any reasoning have played a diametrically opposite role in the arena of public opinion.

In a sense, this does make them more united when they are moved, but it also makes them more disgusted by others.

Any reasonable or unreasonable request can be made in the Alliance, but if you add a sentence "If you don't listen to me, I'll lose my temper", "If you don't listen to me, you'll be finished", then no one is scared.

Some conservatives, in order to be angry with the small giant babies, even deliberately made banners that the giant babies hated to welcome the Wilantes, who were not interested in them at all.

Dislike?

Then go back to your brahma!

Just so we've had enough of you!

Since the Borneo method is so effective, the guys in the Borneo province must have eaten well.

Of course, it must be said that the royalist giant baby is not all of the Brahmen.

There are still some people who are integrated into the alliance.

Perhaps to repair friendship with the rest of society, or perhaps to be sorry from the bottom of my heart, there was still a group of Brahsins standing in the harbor with the white eyes of their kind, greeting the Willantes who had been oppressed by the legion.

Among them, the Moon people are the mainstay, including Suka, one of the representatives of the radical faction.

From the beginning of the whole turmoil, he was trying to cool down the whole incident and save the reputation of the Borneo.

Even after he filed the controversial "Bill for the Establishment of an Immigration Board" and was denounced by other Brahminas as "traitors to his ancestors", he continued to do his best...... Even if it makes him unpleasing to both ends.

It's hard to say whether this played a role or not.

But in one thing, he actually has a little resemblance to the Jerami who took the lead in stopping the car.

That's how they all touched themselves in the same way.

The only difference is that Jerami didn't realize it, so he did it steadfastly.

And Sukka actually realized that he was doing something futile, but he did it anyway.

On the docks of the port, Sukka shook Yarman's right hand, smiling heartily and a little haggard.

"Congratulations, we will be comrades on the same road from now on."

"Thank you for accepting us, and I'm sorry...... I've been giving you trouble during this time. ”

Looking at Suka, who looked complicated, Yarman said in a sincere voice with a hint of apology.

Over the past two weeks, the Henk Group has procured 3,000 prefabricated houses from the Port of French Fries to serve as temporary new homes for nearly 5,000 migrants on board.

Now, these migrants from Eternal Night Harbor don't have to go to work on the shore during the day and go back to sleep on the ship at night, and they can find shelter even on the shore.

These prefabricated houses were used by the alliance to help the residents of the South China Sea Alliance and send aid to the French Fries Port resettlement site.

Now, with the end of the civil war in the southern seas, the islanders of the South China Sea Alliance have either returned to their hometowns one after another, or have already had their own new homes in the port of French fries, so these prefabricated houses are naturally useless.

With the assistance of Gu Ning's representative, Henk Group purchased these second-hand housing materials from the French Fries Port City Hall at a "white price" of nearly two discounts.

In exchange, when Willant Street is built, the Henk Group will donate the prefabricated houses to the local authorities in Settlement 1 to help more survivors from the western world or the eastern provinces.

"It's not a problem, and it's a lot less than the trouble that other immigrants have caused us." Sukka smiled embarrassedly and sighed lightly, "To be honest, I'm actually ashamed in my heart, I know very well that our suffering doesn't actually come from you, but something about ourselves...... But admitting its existence is not easy. ”

"Actually, don't talk about you, why don't we we, we've been sinking for two centuries," Yarman grinned, giving him an encouraging look, "but I'm sure everything will be fine, both for us and for you." ”

"I hope so." Sukka said with a smile, ending the topic that would not come to fruition.

He didn't know whether he should be pessimistic or optimistic.

Maybe General Lowell didn't make that immortal deed back then.

Maybe it will all end differently.

……

After saying goodbye to Sukhar, Yarman went to the ship to pick up his wife and children.

In fact, he could have lived on the shore, but his wife thought it would be better to share the weal and woe with his fellow men on board.

They can't leave their fellow citizens alone, they have to let them know that they're together.

This time, little Ruby was also on her mother's side.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yarman agreed with the idea of the mother and daughter.

Anyway, for him, the ship is like his home, and it makes no difference whether he gets ashore or not.

After settling the mother and daughter, Yarman met his partner Zhang Ze near the passenger terminal.

The guy stood next to the railing, as if he had been waiting for him for a while.

Seeing Yarman walking towards him, he made a sigh of relief and greeted him with open arms.

"I have to say congratulations...... And, thankfully, our passengers finally disembarked. ”

The main projects of the wall-mounted labor agency are all based on Yarman's fleet.

Probably only his ships could come and go freely in the port of Saisail on the entire Death Coast, and he bought serfs from local farmers at the cheapest prices.

Looking at Zhang Ze, Yarman smiled and hugged him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you."

Zhang Ze rolled his eyes and pushed this guy's shoulder away with a smile.

"Thank you for what I do, this is your ship, can I still urge you to drive your own people down? However, can we hurry up and start the next trip, I always feel that this business is coming to an end, so we better hurry. ”

Yarman gave him a strange look.

"Did you hear something?"

Zhang Ze said with a wry smile.

"What do you hear? My friend, haven't you read the newspaper? Now that the winds of public opinion have completely shifted to the other side, I fear that if this continues, the alliance will forbid us to send the Borneo directly to the shores of death. ”

It's actually very easy to do that.

It is enough for the Congress to legislate a ban on businesses registered in the Coalition from providing financial services to survivors who have never been to the Coalition.

If they could not help the serfs to borrow money to redeem themselves, or if the debts were not recognized, the whole business would immediately become unprofitable.

At that time, it will be pure charity.

After all, it is impossible for the Borneos to save money for the Dead Coast by moving boxes in the port of Saifan.

At that time, they will have to do the business of the wealthy, or shrink their business to Mammoth City and the Golden Gallon Harbor.

Yarman's expression became embarrassed.

"That's really a problem......"

Zhang Ze shrugged his shoulders.

"Speaking of which, don't you know someone from the Congress, you'd better talk to that guy surnamed Gu...... Let's see if we can find a way to take a step back. ”

"I'll talk to him, but if he has made up his mind, I'm afraid my opinion won't be useful."

After all, that man is the representative of the Alliance, and his words and deeds have shown that he will put the interests of the citizens of the Alliance first.

Conservative opinion now has an absolute upper hand within the coalition.

The only positive thing is that the conservatives in the coalition should not have as much time and energy to discuss these minutiae issues, and their energy is probably all about the relevant USCIS regulations at the moment.

This is their core interest appeal, and it is also the most sensitive nerve of the radicals.

Yarman promised his partner, Zhang Ze, that he would try to get in touch with the alliance's representatives and start his next voyage as soon as possible.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Ze, he was about to leave the port when a Willant suddenly stopped him.

"Hello, are you Mr. Yarman?"

Hearing his name called, Yarman stopped and looked at the man.

I saw that the man was dressed in plain casual clothes, but his polite appearance did not look like an idle person, he should have been well-educated, and he was worth a lot of money.

Convinced that he didn't know him, Yarman spoke in a hesitant tone.

"Sorry, may I ask you ......"

The man smiled and politely introduced himself.

"I'm sorry to say that I took the liberty to visit you. Let me briefly introduce myself, my name is Greg, a trader in the area of Dawn, and the president of the Willant Overseas Mutual Aid Association. ”

Yarman frowned slightly.

"The Willant Overseas Compatriots Mutual Aid Association?"

This was the first time he had heard of the organization.

Greg smiled and nodded, explaining.

"To put it simply, it is a non-governmental organization in which the Willant people who are living outside the Legion's control area help each other, and we are committed to providing the Willant people with information convenience and assistance within the scope of local laws and regulations...... Does it take up a little bit of your time? There are some things I want to talk to you about. ”

Hearing Greg's explanation, Yarman relaxed his vigilance slightly.

However, at this moment, he heard a hint of the "southern region" accent from the man's words.

This guy is from the city of Avant!

He couldn't be mistaken!

Yarman, who often traveled north and south in the wasteland, suddenly had an extra heart, and his heart was alerted again.

“…… Wait, you say you're a civil organization, and the Willant people help each other? ”

Greg smiled and nodded.

"Exactly, if you have any trouble, you can also contact us-"

"I don't need your help, but I want to ask you, what did you do earlier?" Yarman stared intently into Greg's eyes, trying to see the flaw, "Where were you two weeks ago, where were you when the Willantes needed you most. ”

Faced with this questioning tone, Greg's expression couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and he coughed and said.

"This ...... I'm sorry, but I only recently learned about you, and I rushed over as soon as I heard you needed help...... I seem to be late for the moment. ”

Yarman's face was impassive, but he sighed in his heart.

Things have been fermenting for at least half a month, and it won't take so long to come here from Dawning City.

However, he wanted to know why the association was eyeing him, so he asked.

"What do you want me to do?"

Looking at the obvious distrustful expression, Greg said with a smile.

"Please don't be so nervous, we just noticed that you are very influential in the civil society and want to absorb you into our organization......"

As he spoke, he pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Yarman.

"This is my business card, please accept it...... In addition, considering that the Willantes already occupy a significant proportion of Settlement 1, we intend to set up a branch of the Association in Settlement 1. After hearing about your deeds, we agreed that you are the best person to be the branch president, who always has the interests of the people of Wilante in mind. ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you," Yarman took the business card from his hand, and Yarman slipped it into his pocket, "I'll go to sea in a while, and I won't stay here for long, so it's better for you to choose someone else." ”

"Understand, most of the people in the association have their own business," Greg nodded and said with a smile, "However, you can also consider our advice, we will never treat our own people badly, as long as you are willing to be our 'own people'." ”

"My phone number is on the business card, so be sure to contact me if you change your mind."

Throwing down this meaningful sentence, Greg nodded slightly, and then hurriedly turned away.

The conversation between the two lasted less than a minute, and the guy didn't even have the sincerity to invite himself to a meal, he came and went in a hurry.

Yarman shook his head with a smile and tossed the matter aside.

His instinct told him that there was something wrong with this, but he really didn't want to mix it.

However, before he could take two steps, he bumped into an unfamiliar face.

The man was unremarkable, but slightly burly, and he held up a navy blue shirt.

Unlike the previous Greg, this guy looks like a manual worker.

It wasn't meant to look down on manual work, but Yarman knew enough of the faces he knew today.

Seeing that the guy was obviously coming for himself, he said with a wry smile.

"Okay, who are you, what's the matter with me, let's get straight to the point......"

The man really didn't talk nonsense.

Straight from his bosom, he pulled out a palm-sized booklet with the insignia of the Alliance and another badge that Yarman couldn't read.

And this guy's next sentence made him stunned in place.

"The men of the Guards."

"We have a case here, please cooperate."

……

Before you know it, it's late September.

Chu Guang, who had been in Weifu City for almost two weeks, embarked on the journey again.

However, this time he did not continue to choose the train, but changed the means of transportation to the "Viper" transport aircraft produced by the Boulder Military Industry.

In addition, he also adjusted the destination of his next stop, placing Settlement 1 at the end of his itinerary and replacing Settlement 10 in the northeastern corner of Haiyahang Province as the first stop on his trip.

As for the reasons, on the one hand, they do not want to get involved in the public opinion turmoil in the settlement of No. 1, and on the other hand, there are other reasons.

Just the day before yesterday, the Guards Regiment received information that the Southern Army was plotting to attack him.

This is actually normal, most of the gamblers in the world are the same, the more they like to go off the beaten side of the sword when they lose the red eye, and press the winning chips on some "strange tricks".

Although the Southern Army was far from being pushed to the end of the mountain, victory was already getting farther and farther away from them to the naked eye.

At this time, there are only a few choices they can make, and assassinating the top is the most profitable option in comparison.

And it's not hard to implement.

Although the alliance unites many people, it also offends many people.

Especially after the launch of the "shock therapy" against the eastern provinces, there were even more marauders eager to get rid of the alliance.

Although the Southern Legion is weaker on Union soil, it is not completely absent.

They don't need to do it themselves, they just need to fund some group of predators, and then it will always be enough for those who hate the coalition to do it themselves.

According to the information gathered by the Guards, an organization called the "Mutual Aid Association of the Willant Overseas Compatriots" is gradually coming into their field of vision.

The founder of the organization is named Greg, a merchant who entered the alliance through the Great Desert Trade Route, and later ran a building materials business in the area of Dawning City, attracting a group of merchants from the Eastern Legion as members of the mutual aid association.

The coalition has always been supportive of civil society organizations, but it has never relaxed its regulation within the legal framework.

And during the investigation of this Willant group, the Guards discovered something unusual.

Like that guy named Grieg.

More than 90% of the profits of the company founded in Dawning City by this land-based merchant from the Eastern Legion came from the sea.

When investigating some specific orders, the foreign trade department found that a large number of orders were forged.

A businessman from the Eastern Legion made a large sum of money from unknown sources in an unfamiliar business field, which almost put the word spy on his face.

In terms of intelligence work, the survivor forces of a single subject nation do have a certain advantage, and so far the alliance has only the "pangolin" nail into the interior of the legion.

However, the Guards Corps of the Alliance are not vegetarians either,

After reporting the news to Chu Guang, the Guards Corps did not startle the snake.

All indications are that this so-called mutual aid association is likely to be just a front, and that there are bigger big fish involved behind Greg's bright line - and this is likely to be related to the intelligence network deployed by the Southern Legion within the alliance.

At this time, Chu Guang thought of an idea and transferred a group of people from the Storm Corps to the Death Coast to stand by.

Instead of guarding against thieves for a thousand days, it is better to lure the thief out of a pot and serve it, so as not to worry about it every day.

It was for this reason that he made his next stop in Settlement Ten, the least populated and weakest garrison.

And considering the previous "D97 train braking incident", his arrangement will not seem very abrupt, let alone arouse the alarm of those who covet the sight.

The night before leaving Weifu City, Chu Guang invited Li Jinrong, the head of the Southern Construction Corps, and a group of high-ranking people to have a meal, and joked that with their efforts, this place has become a good place to live, and people don't want to leave after they come.

What Chu Guang didn't expect was that the next day he saw what he had said on the exterior wall of the landmark building in the center of Weifu City.

"This guy."

Looking at the scrolling subtitles, Chu Guang shook his head with a smile, and rested the back of his head on the seat, ready to close his eyes and recuperate for a while.

And at this moment, the light blue holographic window jumped out in front of his eyes, followed by Xiao Qi's pleasant voice.

"Master, there is a call from the legion embassy, do you want me to answer it for you now?"

Chu Guang originally planned to transfer the call to Cheng Yan to answer it, but soon remembered that Ben Nuott's previous contact with him had been through diplomatic channels, and he had recently called him directly this time, so it was estimated that there was something important.

Thinking of this, he dismissed his original idea and said to Xiaoqi.

"Let's take it."

"Okay!"

With a full energetic reply, Xiao Qi disappeared into the light blue holographic window, and as the progress bar was loaded, Captain Benottwan's face soon appeared on the screen.

Looking at Chu Guang on the other side of the camera, Ben Nuot made a long-breathing movement.

"Thank goodness it's not easy to see you, but I can be considered to be able to get in touch with you."

Looking at his exaggerated appearance, Chu Guang smiled and said.

"There is no difference between you seeing me and seeing Cheng Yan, I have basically handed over the foreign affairs of the alliance to him, and some things will not change even if you look for me."

Bennott chuckled disapprovingly.

"Not necessarily."

Chu Guang said with a smile.

"You better don't sell it, I don't have a good signal here, just talk about it if you have something."

Benott said straight to the point.

"You haven't been in Dawning lately, have you? It's a good idea to take care of your personal safety. ”

"My personal safety?" Chu Guang was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile, "I didn't expect that my personal safety needs to be reminded by the envoy of the legion, do you have any news here?" ”

Seeing that Chu Guang was still joking, Ben Nuott's voice couldn't help but carry a hint of seriousness.

"I'm not joking with you, I know you have a lot of bodyguards with you, but the people who are eyeing you are not weak. Let's put it this way, they are the ...... of Army Intelligence of the Southern Corps I don't know if they're doing it themselves or hiring someone to do it, but they're already doing it. ”

Chu Guang's eyebrows couldn't help but have a look of interest.

"Is this news from Triumph City?"

Benott said cryptically.

"Sort of, you can take it as a reciprocation for the civilian clique, or you can understand that it is not in our interests that you are dead."

Chu Guang could feel that this guy was really worried about himself.

Although just a year ago, this old guy was still wishing that he would die in an instant.

It can be seen that Triumph City's control over the Southern Legion has been extremely weak, even to the point where it needs to let the opponent help it maintain the internal balance of power.

"Death is too early for me," looking at Ben Nuott, who had a serious face, Chu Guang smiled faintly and said, "But thank you for the news, I will pay attention." ”

Although the information told to him by the civilian clique is not new to him, the information reflected on the side is very valuable to him.

The Legion is on the verge of falling apart, with only one last fuse missing.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Guang looked at Lu Bei, who was sitting across from him in full armor, and said in a gentle tone.

"It seems that this trip will not let you get bored, even Triumph City is reminding us that the danger is getting closer."

Lu Bei hesitated for a moment and spoke.

“…… Dear Mr. Manager, I would advise you to be more cautious and wait in a safe place for us to settle the trouble before continuing with the rest of the trip. ”

He actually wanted to persuade Chu Guang to stay in the shelter, or go to the nearest shelter nearby.

However, he also knew that even if he said so, the respected Mr. Manager would definitely not listen.

Sure enough, Chu Guang just smiled after hearing his advice.

"How's that going to work?"

"It's all here, if I don't move anymore, my bones will rust."

Not long ago, his level had broken through level 70, and his genetic sequence had reached the eighth stage.

He would tell the restless rats what a foolish decision it was to hit the mind at himself.

(End of chapter)