oil city,

Street lights flash.

A group of patrol officers lined up neatly and walked towards the oil city wall.

They are going to change shifts.

In the central conference room.

The third uncle's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief:

"What the hell? Are you really selling guns?"

Lao Luo's face was full of smiles, "I'm really selling guns! I sold two pistols for 50 points, and now I'm buying food in the business district. I guess I was too hungry, so I started selling guns as a last resort.

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The third uncle clicked his tongue in surprise and looked at Li Yu opposite.

"Xiaoyu, what do you think about this?"

Li Yu smiled and said:

"This is a good thing. It is a good thing to be able to keep them in the trading market. I think it is best to give them proper guidance and let the brothers who are sent to approach them secretly encourage them. It is best to let them indulge in the entertainment in the business district.

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"When the time comes, we can also do the opposite. When the time comes, we can pass on whatever information we want the northwest boss to know."

Lao Luo sniffed, looked at Li Yu and said:

"The city lord's idea coincides with mine. In this way, we can even send some false news that is beneficial to us to the northwest."

Uncle San tapped his index finger on the table and suddenly stood up.

"Okay, I have no objection. In addition, the coal factory in the Trading Market Industrial Zone is currently under construction. The advance personnel sent previously have investigated the Yangshan Coal Mine in Gu County and confirmed that it can be mined."

"However, due to the natural disasters and heavy rains in the past few years, the coal mine has been severely washed away, and many places have collapsed. It is estimated that a road will need to be opened to enter."

"In addition, the Yangshan Coal Mine is more than 150 kilometers away from the Petroleum City. It is too time-consuming and time-consuming to transport workers there and back every day. It is estimated that a fixed defensive position will be built there so that the workers can live there."

"Who will be responsible for this? Do you have any suitable recommendations?"

After thinking for a while, Lao Luo said: "How about transferring people from the headquarters base? Xiao Qian and Xiao Liu are still capable."

Li Yu shook his head and said, "No."

"An iron ore mine has been found in Xunwu County, near the Da Zhangshu base. Now Xiao Qian is leading a team to build fixed shelters and sentry towers there. In the future, people will be stationed there permanently."

Lao Luo raised his eyebrows and felt a little excited.

He has not been away from the headquarters base for a long time, but this is the first time he has heard about this matter.

"Is the base going to start making its own iron now?"

In the past, the Da Zhangshu base basically searched for steel that had been refined and formed. At one time, it even went to Guangdong Province to transport steel back.

But after so many years of collecting, and some of the steel being imperfectly preserved, it slowly became rusty and brittle under the decay of time and natural disasters, and could no longer be used.

"Um."

Li Yu nodded. Since we have already talked about this matter, let's just finish it.

"Now iron ore, limestone, sandfields, and coal mines are all building fixed defensive positions. After the construction is completed, personnel will be stationed there, and various mineral resources will be continuously produced in the future."

"Great, it should have been like this a long time ago. Only in this way can our Da Zhangshu Base be able to stride forward." Lao Luo waved his fist to express his excitement.

Li Yu smiled and did not refute him. Only by sitting in his position could he have a more comprehensive view.

In the early years, the Dazhangshu base only had a few people and how much grain it could produce in a year.

If there are not enough people and not enough food, how can we support development?

Development is a cyclical, upward spiral process.

But development requires fuel, and food is the most important raw material for development in the last days.

Lao Luo thought for a while and asked again: "Xiao Qian went to the iron mine, where is Xiao Liu? Can he come over?"

Li Yu took a sip of water, frowned and said:

"He can't do it either. He is busy with other things. Currently, fixed sentinel posts are being built around the entire Gan City with the Da Zhangshu base as the center. It is estimated that 30 sentinel posts will be built. He is busy with this matter."

I quickly searched for civil engineering personnel in my mind, and remembered that there is a professional civil engineering talent here in Oil City.

"Didn't we send some more experts from Oil City before? That Fang Jingxin is a civil engineering expert. Let him be responsible for the construction of fixed defensive positions. As for mining coal, recruit a group of survivors who have done it before in the trading market.

Come and do it."

"Fang Jingxin?" Lao Luo recalled it in his mind for a long time before remembering it.

He is not Li Yu, and he does not have the ability to have a photographic memory.

Nowadays, there are thousands of people in the Oil City and tens of thousands of people in the trading market. He can't remember so many people at all.

Fang Jingxin seems to be one of the experts from the northern border who was dispatched from the headquarters base a long time ago. He seems to have been following Xie Changshan on the construction site.

"Okay, I understand, then I will make arrangements tomorrow." Lao Luo nodded and said.

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The moon is like a hook.

The cold moonlight shines on the ground, dispelling the heat of the day.

The evening breeze was blowing, and many survivors after a busy day were strolling around the trading market.

A large square was built on top of the ancient cemetery fort.

On the square, some people are walking here.

The business district is the busiest.

People come and go in the business district, and the original roadway is now crowded with people because there are no vehicles passing by at night.

This street, which is only a few hundred meters long, is extremely crowded.

In the crowd, there were three men each holding five skewers of barbecue and two corn pancakes in their right hands, eating as they walked forward.

"Brother Hong, where are we going now? Didn't Brother Gao say that after we exchanged points, we immediately bought pancakes and went back?" A tall and thin man asked vaguely while biting meat skewers.

road.

They were spies sent from the northwest. They went outside in the afternoon, dug a hole where the pistol radio was buried, and took two pistols from inside to the trading market in exchange for 50 points.

A pistol was sold for 25 points.

As soon as they got the points, they were so hungry that they immediately spent 6 points to buy food.

After eating meat and pancakes, they came to the Shuilonghui Bar under the leadership of Hong Gongcao.

Mr. Hong had two major hobbies in his life: drinking and tasting tea.

When we were in Wuyuan Mountain, I had a big drink with Ma Laoliu.

He has been coming to the trading market for a while now. Whenever he passes by the Water Dragon Club Bar, he can't take his eyes away. He wants to drink.

But he has no points....

Passed by countless times, stopped countless times, and left with difficulty countless times.

And today, he can finally stand upright at the door of the Water Dragon Club Bar!

Pushing open the door curtain made of iron chains, then pushing open a glass door, and then pushing open a large iron door.

Passing through a long and winding corridor, the white walls of the corridor are covered with various graffiti.

It was written in red or black pen: kill, death, saint, people without ideals will not be sad, let Tiga and Kabuda save the world... and other messy words and sentences.

Some people even wrote poems on it, but on top of the poems, someone else with malicious intentions drew shit.

The lights in the corridor flash red, green, and purple alternately, showing a psychedelic light.

There is no decoration at all on the walls, and even the steel bars on the ceiling are exposed.

But precisely because of this rough style, it gives people an apocalyptic atmosphere.

"Brother Hong, it feels a bit cool here." Da Zhuang ate up a corn pancake in two or three mouthfuls.

As a Jiu Mengzi, Mr. Hong likes this kind of wanton feeling.

The further inside you go, the louder the music coming from inside becomes.

Dong Dong Dong Dong!

Their hearts seemed to beat to the beat of the music, and their blood gradually surged.

Hong Gongcao's eyes lit up when he listened to this music.

"Oh my god, the Techno music is playing, it's good, I like it!"

This kind of Techno industrial electronic music belongs to electronic music such as synthesizers and drum machines. It is extremely penetrating and has an extremely simple rhythm.

Beat 44, the rhythm is highly repetitive and mechanized, giving people a cold and mechanized feeling. It was once described as "industrial noise".
To be continued...