For these mysterious powers related to Song Jinhe, he had no idea of exploring them at all.

As long as this power is not harmful to Song Jinhe, he will raise his hands in favor.

After all, he was very afraid, afraid that he would one day not be able to protect her, but with these unpredictable abilities as a shield, he no longer had to worry about Song Jinhe not being able to protect himself.

At this moment, Song Jinhe, who was in the field, carefully discerned the direction and came to the edge of the planting area, the power grid made of heavy iron wire emitted a faint cold light, she threw a piece of raw meat on it at will, only to see a flash of lightning, and the meat turned into coke in an instant.

With this high-voltage power grid as a protective cover, the growing area will definitely survive this natural disaster.

Song Jinhe clapped his hands and turned around and returned to the brick house.

The brick house has been transformed into a staff dormitory, with lockers, a double bed and a small wooden table.

Although it is not very exquisite, it is good that it is clean, and the workers on night duty can rest in shifts.

Sitting next to the wooden table, Song Jinhe tapped his chin with his index finger, staring at one place at random, and his mind was full of thoughts.

The fog obscured the window panes of the brick house, and a charcoal basin burned in the room, which was now exuding a melting warmth, and from time to time there was a crackling explosion and a few sparks bursting.

It's foggy, and it's a good time for the planting area to shine, and she must take the opportunity to make her name sound in every corner of the safe zone.

Before the fog clears, the planting area must be firmly tied to her Song Jinhe and become the first area beyond the trading area.

Lu Mingchen is greedy for power now, so he naturally won't bother to watch the cultivation area flourish, and he will definitely use some unsavory means behind his back.

If he still has some conscience, he probably won't start during the fog period, at least he will let the planting area successfully harvest a batch of potatoes to solve the urgent phenomenon of food shortage in the safety zone.

But if this guy has gone crazy and doesn't care about the life or death of the survivors, Song Jinhe can only plan in advance in order to deal with the knife he stabbed from behind.

She was thinking about it, but the door of the brick house was gently pushed open, and Cheng Qianhuai walked in with steps, bringing in a coolness.

"What are you doing?"

He stood at the door to dissipate the chill on his body before daring to approach, and put his frozen red hands on the side of the charcoal basin to warm up.

Song Jinhe moved the charcoal basin in front of him, and then sighed faintly.

"I'm thinking about how to deal with Lu Mingchen, his appetite is getting bigger and bigger, if he is allowed to go on like this, the planting area will be swallowed up by him sooner or later.

I really didn't expect that he had always been indisputable before, who would have thought that after becoming the district chief, he wanted to control the power more and more in his own hands, and even wanted to get rid of those who were against him at all costs. ”

Cheng Qianhuai naturally knew the anxiety in Song Jinhe's heart now, he rubbed his hands without warmth, and the scorching light of the charcoal basin was reflected in his amber eyes.

"The hearts of the people."

He spit out two words, and then raised his eyes to look at Song Jinhe.

"In fact, the head of the security zone is equivalent to a soil emperor, and the person who is popular with the people is the best candidate for the head of the district, so ......"

He winked at Song Jinhe: "Now is the best time for you and the planting area to rise."

You can give the survivors in the safe zone enough benefits during the fog to give them a taste of the sweetness of hugging you on the throne, so that you can also rely on them behind you. ”

Song Jinhe frowned a little hesitantly: "There are so many survivors, they are just the lowest people in the security zone, instead of taking care of them, it is better to give the people in charge of the rest of the areas more sweetness."

If he can get the support of those people, even if Lu Mingchen doesn't want to give way to me at that time, he will definitely be ripped off from his position by the heads of these regions. ”

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head slightly: "The situation you said is not realistic, you have to think about it, that group of people look down on you as a woman in their hearts."

Even if they really want to support one of the regional leaders, it won't be you.

If you show enough kindness, they will probably respect you enough in person, and anyone can do these things sweetly and say good things.

But when you really need their strength, maybe these people can run faster than the average survivor. ”

Song Jinhe recalled Cheng Qianhuai's words, hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"But ordinary survivors have limited abilities after all, they can be easily lured by me, and they may not be recruited by Lu Mingchen.

When the time comes, the snipe and the clam will compete, and I'm afraid that the person in charge of other regions will become a capable fisherman, right? ”

"You're just worried about the instability of the survivors at the bottom to support you, but they're not brainless, and they naturally know who of all the high-ranking leaders has the most benefits for them to become the district chief.

They don't really have much power, but the ants can bite the elephant to death, and if you can get half of the people to support you, then you can be considered a sure winner.

Everyone is for their own interests, you can maximize the benefits for them, you can also get what you want, both sides work together, why not? ”

Song Jinhe looked at Cheng Qianhuai's serious eyes, pursed his lips and nodded heavily.

"Then I'll try it and see if I can rely on this fog to become the head of the Xiling Security Zone."

Cheng Qianhuai's hands were already hot in the charcoal basin, and he stretched out his hand to help Song Jinhe straighten the broken hair in his ears: "That's what it means, since you can push Lu Mingchen to the top, then you can also push yourself to the top, it's just a matter of time and opportunity."

I believe in your abilities, and you have to believe in yourself. ”

Song Jinhe shrunk his neck: "Then how do you think I should bribe those low-level survivors?"

You can't be a good man and give them food and water, right? If this is the case, their appetite will only grow, and even if I am really promoted to the position of district chief by them, I will one day be eaten up by this force. ”

Shengmien fights Mi Qiu, feeding them for a long time will form a habit, if one day she stops feeding, or feeds less, she will immediately be attacked by this group of people.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally knew the concerns in Song Jinhe's heart: "Start with the people in the planting area and let them become your most faithful believers."

It then develops into the relatives and friends of these workers, and then to the network of relatives and friends.

Round by round, the workers in the planting area are dead set on you, and with them, the network of relationships that extends outward will be firmly pulled by these people. ”

He thought for a moment and then spoke again: "Didn't you send them potatoes at noon?" When these people return home tonight, they will definitely tell their relatives that you can give potatoes to their relatives tomorrow at noon.

This will be done for 3 days in a row, and it won't take too long for you to start sending them potato seedlings again.

The reason is that you don't have much food in stock, and seeing that you are running out of food to help them, you can only give them potato seedlings for these people to plant by themselves. ”