Hanging a pot to help the world is called the Society of Helping the World. The original intention was to save the people from the fire and water. In history, the Jishi Association emerged several times in troubled times. After the country was reunified, it was quietly disbanded and disappeared without a trace. It came with great vigor and went away silently. It was quite troublesome. Style is an incredibly powerful organization.
"I heard my father say that this organization cannot be provoked, so it is best not to provoke it." Huang Yueyue dissuaded in a low voice. It's not that she looks down on Liu Wei'an, it's just that the gap between the two is too big.
It was already the third day after returning to Times Square. Liu Wei'an had recovered from his injuries and began to plan to cause trouble for the Jishi Society. He was not a person who liked to suffer losses. After suffering losses, he wanted to find trouble. It was very realistic, but on the Internet After searching online for several hours, I discovered that things are not that simple.
The Internet has become an inseparable thing for human beings. Basically, anything you want can be found on the Internet. According to Liu Wei'an's idea, Jishihui is such an awesome organization. There should be overwhelming descriptions of Jishihui on the Internet. , however, the reality was completely opposite to what he imagined.
Not at all. There is no description of Ji Shi Hui on the Internet, its organizational structure, personnel names, and even the organization Ji Shi Hui cannot be found on the Internet. There are only a few charitable organizations with the same name. In the end, she had no choice but to ask Huang Yueyue for advice. She was born into a noble family and had access to a wide range of information. She should know about such a high-level organization.
Huang Yueyue has indeed heard of Jishihui, but what she knows is limited. Based on her description, it can be summarized in these words: powerful, secretive, deep, strict, and terrifying. The final piece of advice is don't mess with it.
Saying it means not saying it.
Liu Wei'an didn't say anything. The current problem was, of course, that he wanted to find a place, but the more important reason was whether Ji Shi would let him go. He was just looking for a place to take the initiative and strike first.
"I suggest you listen to Miss Huang. You can't afford to offend Jishihui." Zhao Hanqing walked out of the room, with a haggard look on her beautiful face, a little more weak. After Uncle Zhang's death, she There was no smile on his face.
"Any organization composed of people has weaknesses." Liu Wei'an's eyes flashed. He had a hunch that since the potion was still in his hand and Huang Yueyue was still following him, Jishihui would not let him go. And, this day is not too far away.
"Those people are genetic warriors." Zhao Hanqing glanced at Liu Wei'an. He didn't want to speak at first, but he hesitated and said it anyway.
"What is a genetic warrior?" Liu Wei'an was inexplicably shocked. This word gave him a very bad feeling.
"Have you ever seen the movie? Resident Evil, that's pretty much what it means." Zhao Hanqing showed a sneer that didn't know whether it was sarcastic or angry, "The people you saw are just failures."
"How do you know so clearly?" Liu Wei'an was horrified. The failed products were so powerful, wouldn't the mature products be against the will of heaven? Then questions arose again, staring at Zhao Hanqing. These things should be secrets to Jishihui.
"My grandfather's death was related to the research on genetic warriors." After Zhao Hanqing said this, he stopped talking.
"Master, you can eat now." Fang Xiaoyuan said respectfully. She was originally called Master Liu Wei'an, but for some reason she changed her name to Master when she came back this time.
Liu Wei'an didn't care. He originally wanted to ask more about the genetic warriors and the Society for Helping the World, but he gave up and said with a smile: "Let's eat first." A large round table, six dishes, and a soup, for a city , this kind of hospitality can only be said to be simple, but in the slave area, it can be said to be rich. Even though the economy of the slave area has soared and the prosperity is a hundred times more than before, there is still a huge gap with the city.
"Sit down and eat together." Liu Wei'an said to Fang Xiaoyuan who was standing. Fang Xiaoyuan is a slave and is not qualified to sit and eat with his master. However, Liu Wei'an didn't care about this.
Huang Yueyue chews her food carefully and does not speak when she eats or sleeps. This is perfectly reflected in her, and you can see an aristocratic aura. Zhao Hanqing was thinking, and only stared at the dish in front of her while eating. Fang Xiaoyuan didn't say anything and looked very quiet on the table. Except for the first day, the lion didn't eat here for the next few days. The hairy monkey and the spider are still recovering from their injuries. They have almost recovered in the past few days. They should be able to get out of bed in the next two days. It's so fast, and I have to thank Zhao Love this doctor.
A meal that tastes like nothing. After finally finishing the meal, Liu Wei'an immediately asked to take a walk outside. Huang Yueyue responded softly. Zhao Hanqing didn't know whether it was true or not, and neither agreed nor objected. However, when he saw Liu Wei'an walking out, he followed him.
It was already dusk, and the sun was about to set. The afterglow shone on the earth, not red, but a rare purple. The temperature began to drop, and a gust of wind blew, bringing a bit of coolness.
Times Square has been an endless wasteland for hundreds of miles. Because there are no plants and there is basically no rain all year round, the soil has cracked and a large part of it has begun to become desertified. Whenever the wind blows, Times Square will be shrouded in a hazy yellow color.
Fortunately, the wind is not strong now.
"So beautiful!" Huang Yueyue looked at the sunset on the horizon, a happy smile appeared on her pretty face. On the endless wilderness, there was only one red sun setting. This kind of scene is something that canaries raised in the city have no chance to see. Arrived. Zhao Hanqing just glanced at it lightly, and then lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Times Square is very lively, with people coming and going, adults, children, men and women. Although many people are still half-clothed and have sallow complexions and thin skin, compared with a few months ago, they are much better, at least they are more energetic. , there was light in their eyes, just like before, there was only numbness and despair in their eyes.
A spacious and straight road appeared in the field of vision, with sixteen lanes, flat and quiet. In the wilderness, such a road suddenly appeared. It had no end in sight at a glance, which was very shocking.
"The total length of the road is 672 kilometers. So far, 60 kilometers, one-tenth, have been built. 138,000 manpower has been used. About 150,000 people depend on this road to feed themselves. It is estimated that another 80 kilometers will be built. In a few months, the highway will be completed. By then, it is estimated that there will be more than half a million slaves near Times Square." There was a touch of pride in Fang Xiaoyuan's voice. All of this was done by her hands.
"Five hundred thousand?" Liu Wei'an was surprised. This number is not small. You know, there are only a few hundred thousand people in a county. For example, Banshi County only has more than 500,000 people.
"There are many slave areas, not just those close to Banshi County. There are at least three slave areas of the same size nearby. These days, many slaves from other slave areas have come here one after another, so that's why There will be so many people. When the road is repaired, more people will come." Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Wei'an.
“With the capacity of Times Square, it can’t accommodate so many people, right?”
"It's definitely too much to bear now, but it will be hard to say in the future." Fang Xiaoyuan's tone was light, but her incomparable confidence was revealed.
Liu Wei'an looked at her deeply and said nothing.
At this time, a group of wandering slaves who came from nowhere flocked to Liu Wei'an's direction. Several of them were well-dressed and it was obvious that they were wealthy people. These slaves shouted: Give me some food, give me some water, I am going to starve to death.
These people were skinny and skinny, with withered hair that had not been washed for countless years and was almost congealed. Their tired eyes were numb. Although they were running at a trot, their speed was slower than walking. Their condition was extremely poor, as if He was about to fall down at any moment, but before he even got close, a stench hit his face.
"Stop, you go over there, go over there." Fang Xiaoyuan didn't need to say anything at all. A patrol team immediately rushed over, stopped the group of slaves, and arranged them to move to other places.
"Where are we going to drive them?" Huang Yueyue couldn't bear it.
"As long as you are not sick, you will get some water, food, and an energy tube. If you are willing to join Times Square, you will be assigned a job, and you will have food to eat every day in the future. If you are unwilling to join Times Square, you will be expelled. Get out." Fang Xiaoyuan answered on behalf of Qin Zhou.
"What will happen if we remove it?" Huang Yueyue asked. Fang Xiaoyuan didn't speak, just looked into the distance. Huang Yueyue followed its gaze and saw that on the other side of the road, about a few kilometers away, there were some swaying people, some lying down, some prone, and some supporting their bodies and shaking. Staggering forward.
"What are they doing?" Huang Yueyue was confused.
"Waiting to die." Fang Xiaoyuan said indifferently.
"Ah!" Huang Yueyue was surprised, "If there is something to do, why don't these people do it?"
"They are used to sitting back and waiting to die, and they don't want to change." Zhao Hanqing suddenly interrupted.
"Why is this happening?" Huang Yueyue felt incredible.
No one can answer this question. Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Huang Yueyue who couldn't bear it. There was one thing she didn't say. Every morning, the corpse collection team collected more than two hundred corpses. Every day, there would only be more, not less.
Huang Yueyue was pessimistic about these hard-working lives. She originally wanted to ask how to treat sick slaves, but lost interest.
"Boss! You're finally back. I miss you so much." As a big truck roared from a distance, with a hiss, the big truck rubbed two three-meter-long black lines on the ground, a giant Jumping off the big truck, his voice was as loud as thunder.
"Stop!" Liu Wei'an shouted stop when the elephant was about to hug him. With his small arms and legs, he couldn't resist the elephant's hug.
"It'll be nice if you come back." The elephant smiled and held his hair with his hands.
"You seem to have gained weight again." Liu Wei'an took a few steps back and looked at the elephant. He should be more than two and a half meters tall now. Different from the thinness before he left, the muscles are now solid and powerful, like a bear.
"I didn't eat it secretly," the elephant said quickly.
"Pfft——"
Huang Yueyue covered her mouth and smiled. The oppression caused by the elephant's huge size disappeared all of a sudden because of this sentence.
"You -" The elephant stared and was about to get angry. After seeing Huang Yueyue's face clearly, he was stunned. Then his face turned red and turned into a monkey's butt. He quickly lowered his head. Feeling ashamed.
Liu Wei'an laughed.
