Chapter Eighty-Seven: Past Conspiracy, The Day Before the Snowstorm

"As you can see, the industrial reaction of this thing emits a huge concentration of carbon dioxide, and unfortunately it is abused too much in the industrial system that we have built. Moreover, the initial climate change was more of a warming climate, and no one has had time to understand the impact on the climate. Mr. Mayor, it's amazing that you understood the impact of the blizzard before those scientific lunatics. ”

Benedy looked at Li Jianghao silently, then explained his understanding, and patted the sycophants by the way.

Li Jianghao put away the red chemical in his hand, this thing is very interesting, but it has no effect on solving the existing blizzard problem, it is better to hand it over to his engineers to study.

Although the city has no worries about eating and drinking now, the light industry system is quite scarce, and it is a good thing for the future to have a pre-apocalyptic chemical research.

After Li Jianghao packed up his things, he didn't speak, just looked at Bennedy and smiled silently.

This guy's good things haven't been cleaned yet, if it weren't for the emotions of the French people who were automatically included in the hope and dissatisfaction of the system, Li Jianghao would not have spent some effort to let these people take the initiative to hand it over.

His grandmother's, this mayor is too greedy.

Benedicti instantly understood what the other party meant, he had been in the French affairs class for many years, and reading words and expressions was a necessary skill.

No matter how much he cursed in his heart, he still had to maintain a humble smile on his face, and said:

"I understand, understand, that in addition to this thing, I have a treasure to dedicate to you, the mayor. I know you're worried that a blizzard is coming, and that mixing between the French and the Imperial will cause some surprises. I can ask them to hold their place and never disturb your citizens. But for me, I hope that you, Mr. Mayor, will make an exception for me to stay with you. It's definitely not because I'm personally greedy for life and afraid of death, but..."

"Okay, okay, let me see that thing, aren't you tired after all that?"

Before Benedi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Jianghao, who could only smile awkwardly and continue to take out a box from his arms. Hand it to Li Jianghao.

Li Jianghao glanced at Benedict's clothes, feeling the temperature of the box in his hand, presumably the box had never left his body.

He didn't bother to look at the box any longer, so he opened it and took out the rolled-up letter inside.

The thin strap used for bandaging and the ribbon for his mayor's identity are made of the same material, and there is a sticky note at the bottom of the box, which is scrawled with a vague stamp, which looks like the proof of the captain of the snow-broken train on the French side.

"The contemptible man is the second commander, and the predecessor unfortunately passed away because of the wind and cold, not that someone deliberately harmed him! After I was chosen to succeed me, it took me some time to learn to control the train, so I delayed my return to the underground track base, but it was a blessing in disguise, and after the subsequent crisis, you rescued me. ”

Bennedy looked at Li Jianghao's eyes staring at the commander's seal, and hurriedly said in a panic, declaring that he was not a villain who got rid of the original commander and replaced him by himself.

Li Jianghao laughed and said, "I didn't say anything, what are you anxious about." ”

"I promise, I haven't even opened it! But it's an absolute treasure, and the previous Captain said it would drive all the Imperial Energy Tower mayors and French train captains crazy. ”

"So he's dead."

After Li Jianghao finished speaking, he threw down the box, ripped off the lacing, and opened the letter.

At the beginning, there were some joint statements with the brother countries and France, but they did not bring the Americans to play.

It seems that the three most powerful industrial countries in the current time period, even if the end of the world comes, are wary of each other, and maybe there are similar statements between the two of them.

Skipping a meaningless beginning, the follow-up content on this letter is Niu X's big hair.

Based on the legitimacy of the joint claims of Her Majesty Victoria and Louis Napoleon Bonaparte, the ruler of France, whether it is the mayor of any Turret, or the captain of a snow-broken train, is entitled to restrain and dominate all the cities and trains of the former empire and France after the disaster has calmed down, and establish an unbreakable alliance to open up a new future.

Plus a long list of signatures of princes and nobles.

However, Li Jianghao looked at it for a long time, and he didn't find that the names of any of the current mayors and train conductors were on it. Look at the time, good guys, 1890, two years ago.

At that time, the mayor had not been elected, most of the construction sites had just begun to mark the location on the map, and the workers had not set out to repair the energy tower.

Continue to see the end, Li Jianghao probably has some ideas.

This thing is a completely outdated statement, and the subsequent mayoral elections are all selected from the low-level affairs officials and capital elites, and he has not seen a single prince and nobleman who has signed.

I can't say that the catastrophe is coming, these noble classes have figured it out, or do they have other plans at all, this statement is just the initial method of dividing the interest cake, but it is not in line with the subsequent changes in interests, and it has been abandoned.

And then it was obtained by the former conductor who didn't know if it was lucky or unlucky, and it was like a treasure.

Something is wrong, I haven't found a new Liverpool now, and the news about Her Majesty is only the news of the Queen's death that Tesla City finally learned. Chekov and others, who came all the way from the equator, also had no new information.

In the original game script, only the refugee script mentioned some nobles.

Her Majesty is also an image of a wise monarch who can sell his jewels to support the construction of the energy tower, of course, no one knows how much the contracting companies and nobles at the bottom have made.

If from the beginning, the idea of these nobles was never to leave the seeds of civilization.

But live only for yourself?

Li Jianghao was a little helpless, forget it, anyway, according to the existing plot, after the apocalypse, the main development of this civilization is still limited to the residents of these energy towers.

As long as it's not the main story, it doesn't matter.

"You can stay next to the engineering station and ask Alexander for a room."

Li Jianghao casually tore the paper in his hand and threw it into the stove on the side.

A paper that records this kind of content will only be a scourge when people are leaderless.

Bennedy immediately showed a smile on his face, like a proper villain in a TV series.

Li Jianghao sent Benedict away, looked up at the sky, and the sun was slowly setting.

From tomorrow onwards, it will be difficult to see the sun again.

The city's biggest challenge, the blizzard, is coming.

On this night, all the places were brightly lit.

The engineers, following the mobilization of the guards, brought all the children and the disabled to the infirmary.

Engineering apprentices, stationed inside the four minarets.

When a snowstorm comes, it is still up to them to control the adjustment of the ventilation plant.

The four minarets also have interconnected tracks within the glass dome, so that no one minaret can withstand the snowstorm, and the people inside have nowhere to escape.

All the people looked a little nervous, but they still followed the guidance of the guards and prepared in their own places.

Li Jianghao distributed a thousand pieces of wood to calm people's emotions. He himself will stay in front of the control room for the next three days.

People on the upper floors of the premises. If you look out through the window balcony, you may still see Li Jianghao's busy figure in the open door of the control room.

It also gives them a bit of peace of mind.

At eight o'clock the next morning, the sun had risen, but there was no way for its light to come down again.