Given Lin Wang’s nature, it is likely that there will be a day when conflict erupts. It’s always good to prepare in advance.
Of course, she would provide all her information to Ren Zhong.
In the office, the two sat side by side.
Ju Qingng opened the sales list, filtered out all the equipnt purchased by Lin Wang’s account, and began to analyze and explain each piece with Ren Zhong, providing technical references for Ren Zhong’s strategy of simulating combat plans from lower to higher ranks.
The two discussed in this manner until 10:30 at night.
Ju Qingng looked at the ti and was about to suggest not to go back tonight and continue chatting for a while, then, as last ti, sleep in the sa room.
Unexpectedly, Ren Zhong’s wrist watch suddenly vibrated slightly.
Ren Zhong stood up and said, "Thank you for your hard work. They truly deserve to be a Fourth Level team, so rich and lavish, I didn’t expect they’d purchase so much specialized equipnt from you. I have another appointnt tonight, so I’ll head back first. I’ll co find you again tomorrow."
Ju Qingng felt slightly disappointed inside, "Alright, let see you out."
The two walked out of the tightly closed doors of the Military Weapon Store, which had long since closed for the day.
A large motorboat was parked at the entrance.
With a piece of horsetail grass in his mouth, Ma Xiaoling lounged lazily on the motorboat, facing the door of the store, legs wide apart, left foot on the ground, right foot on the back seat, right elbow resting on his knee, holding a small tablet, head tilted, looking at sothing unknown.
Upon seeing that it was Ma Xiaoling waiting outside, Ju Qingng was slightly stunned, but her expression quickly returned to normal.
Noticing the door open, Ren Zhong walked out, and Ma Xiaoling drew in his leg, "What’s the deal, you took so long to co out."
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Ren Zhong first wiped the dirtied backseat with his sleeve, then straddled it, naturally leaning forward, wrapping his left arm around Ma Xiaoling’s waist, and waved to Ju Qingng, "Manager Ju, you should head back and rest early. I’ll be off now."
"Mhm."
...
"What are you going to talk about with my dad tonight?"
"No comnt."
"Do you believe that I’ll throw you off?"
"Captain Ma, although I am no match for you, I am a legitimate Second Level chanical Warrior now, and my hands are steady."
"So annoying."
"That just proves my discretion and trustworthiness. Your father needs soone like ."
...
Ren Zhong didn’t chat long with Ma Dafu before leaving the town administration, taking Guard Captain Ma Xiaoling’s vehicle back to the small courtyard.
Today it was he who proactively reached out to Ma Dafu.
The one who approved Yujin’s mother’s donation quota to her son was indeed Ma Dafu.
But old Ma had long known that there was no hope for the town’s census.
This made Ren Zhong again question his understanding of Fat Ma’s character.
The other party was an important partner he had chosen, and Ren Zhong needed to probe sowhat to determine future action strategies.
Lying in his Ard Sleep Cabin, Ren Zhong began to recall every detail of the conversation between the two.
Ma Dafu provided him with an explanation.
Although knowing the outco, presently, for the sake of maintaining temporary stability in the town, nothing could be leaked, nor could any anomalies be displayed.
The slots for temporary desolate people in the town have always been limited.
But every year, newborns grow into adults.
That the elderly desolate people selling their lives to ngdu Group didn’t start this year; it’s been many years, and it’s a common practice in countless small towns.
Changing practices rashly would inevitably arouse suspicion.
So he approved all applications as usual.
"At least this can leave money for others. This money is crucial startup capital for the young people in town. Zheng Tian in your team, initially used this money to slowly build a semi-professional team."
Ren Zhong nodded, indicating his understanding, and then left.
Ma Dafu’s stance on these matters was no different from Chen Hanyu, even more cold-blooded.
Ren Zhong found where he and old Ma differ.
Old Ma’s sympathy for the weak was just sympathy, perhaps with a hint of imperceptible guilt.
He only cared about as many of the town’s desolate people surviving as possible, not concerned with the cost of doing so.
His own sympathy was more than just sympathy.
Before falling asleep, Ren Zhong sighed slightly.
Old Ma is still trustworthy.
People like Old Ma are actually the moral pinnacle of this world, but they are destined to be stuck here.
If it weren’t for , this world would indeed be beyond salvation.
There are only seven days left until Lin Wang returns; it’s ti to make more preparations in advance.
He was already starting to get a bit tired of it.
He clearly sensed that Lin Wang was blocking his path, the first hurdle before the long march.
But he found it reasonable and was not discouraged.
If he had appeared elsewhere back then or fled to another place now, not being in Starfire Town, without Lin Wang, there would still be Lin Buwang or Sen Wang.
There is no difference.
Revolution has no shortcuts.
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