By the ti every industry and departnt in the Buffer Zone had his confidants.
"When the Celestial Essence Speaker becos the Buffer Zone Speaker, that power will be strong enough, much more impressive than the station chief of the checkpoint."
Upon arriving at the lobby of the Public Works Bureau, soone imdiately ca up to welco him.
In no ti, Engineer Liu hurried over with blueprints and began a secondary discussion on the developnt of the pedestrian street.
"The original plan needs to be changed. The dical reform has been decided, and I want to add a dical point to the pedestrian street."
Engineer Liu was taken aback, "A dical point? We’ve received notice from above to build a batch of community clinics in the Buffer Zone, each about fifty square ters... with a pharmacy?"
"That’s not enough!"
Cheng Ye shook his head, pointed to the originally planned shop location, and placed his finger at the center, "Build it here, three floors, each at least three hundred square ters. The location must be prominent, so that every scavenger sees this dical point as soon as they step into the pedestrian street."
"The first floor will be the reception hall and pharmacy, the second for wards, the third for research labs. Use reinforced concrete for the walls, bulletproof glass for the windows, and leave enough space at the entrance for ambulances to co and go."
Engineer Liu paused slightly while holding a pencil, calculating quickly: "To change this, the original shop layout has to shift back, the foundation needs to be reinforced, and materials need to be increased by 30%... This budget is likely to exceed by quite a bit."
"I’ll handle the budget issue; planning must proceed in advance."
Cheng Ye’s eyes sharpened, "This dical point must be the landmark building of the pedestrian street, just build it to the best specifications."
The days spent in the dical facility made him completely realize one thing.
What do Wastelanders lack most?
Life, places that can save lives!
If these people know that stepping into this street they can see hope of survival, it’s more effective than any sign, naturally creating waves of traffic.
"Understood, I’ll re-draw the plans, ensuring it’s built according to your vision!"
Engineer Liu’s attitude was satisfactory.
Though in Cheng Ye’s own view, he seed like a ruthless client who only knew how to make demands.
But construction on the Wasteland is like this, there’s no room for trial and error; it’s better to make more changes before building than to tear it down and rebuild later.
Finally, when the charger’s energy rose to 80%, Cheng Ye found an excuse to leave.
kilowatts for household use would last four full days, but here it only took 1 hour and 40 minutes.
After plugging the charging gun into Master Zhang’s car, he boarded the bus back to the dical facility.
"It’s really busy, day in and day out, feels busier than when I was on duty."
Cheng Ye couldn’t help but sigh.
On duty, as long as he was sitting, his step count might not even exceed a thousand in a day.
But during the closure of the checkpoint these days, his daily steps exceeded ten thousand, and he never stopped running.
Fortunately, whether in terms of personal strength or the power of his subordinates, both were rapidly expanding.
This is the essential condition for an Inspector to make a stand in the Buffer Zone; otherwise, at most, you would be just a core mber.
In this current version of faction conflicts, core mbers only deserve to tackle the hardest bones, guard the most dangerous positions, and enduring hardship and fatigue is commonplace.
As for enjoying life and getting more resource support, that’s just wishful thinking.
Returning to the dical facility.
From a distance, seeing him coming over, the guard at the door took two steps in three, jogging over,
"Inspector Cheng, Inspector Lin has been waiting for you for more than half an hour!"
"Which Inspector Lin?"
"It’s Lord Lin Bao."
"Oh?"
Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow, as expected, the Fifth-stage Inspector who didn’t show up yesterday ca today.
Going up to the fifth floor, there indeed stood a burly figure in the corridor.
What made him a bit nervous was that Lin Bao, seemingly bored, was actually lecturing Garcia.
"Train! Keep training! Lying in the hospital for half a month, planning to retire?"
"You expect to get better just by lying there every day?"
"The checkpoint spends 200 points a day on your dication, my inco from risking my life in one external mission in two years barely reaches three to five thousand points, and you’ve used it all up in ten days of stay, planning to bankrupt the station?"
"If today’s training doesn’t kill you, then train as if it might! Who’s coddling you young Inspectors with bad habits?"
Berated repeatedly with a dark expression by Lin Bao, Garcia lay on the ground doing push-ups, face full of bitterness.
Upon seeing the elevator doors open and Cheng Ye stepping out, a glimr of excitent flashed in his eyes.
But as Lin Bao turned around and laughed heartily to greet him, the excitent quickly turned to resentnt.
"Cheng, you’re finally back, made wait!"
Lin Bao strode forward, his voice filled with a hearty cheer.
"You’re more grand than your father; Cheng Long never kept waiting this long."
"Uncle Lin, you’re joking, I was just out moving a bit, handling so affairs, can’t be lying on a hospital bed constantly, can I?"
"Well said!" Lin Bao smacked his lips, gaze passing over Garcia on the floor, full of scorn in his tone, "You’re a lot better than this waste, only knows how to cause trouble, lying around spending the station’s money, might as well have let Liu Bi kill him back then."
In just a few words, Cheng Ye realized how "fierce" this vanguard of the Eastern Camp was.
Unlike Zhou Changhai, with his cold and scheming deanor.
Lin Bao’s disdain for Westerners was apparent, while his protective nature towards Eastern Camp Inspectors was unreserved.
Moreover, according to the intelligence provided by Luo Xiaoxue, Lin Bao was well-known as a practical person, only getting involved in power struggles after being promoted to a Fifth-stage Inspector.
After all, upon reaching this position, the pursuit of power touches the ceiling, leaving personal strength as the remaining pursuit.
To beco Extraordinary early and climb step by step to the upper echelon of Happiness City is the tacit and unified goal of all Fifth-stage Inspectors.
Upon entering the room, there was a large box piled on the floor.
Lin Bao nudged at the box with a nod, so Cheng Ye reached out to open it.
Surprisingly, inside were not books, but vacuum-packed at patties, each bag marked as 1 kilogram, estimating at least fifty bags.
"Beef, top-grade beef, I owe your father a big favor, this is the interest on that favor."
Lin Bao said bluntly, without any subtlety, "You want to repay it, fine, when you decide to carry the flag, I’ll support you."
"Uncle Lin, you’re too polite." Cheng Ye instinctively replied with formality.
Unexpectedly, Lin Bao showed no interest in arguing, waving his hand, "I’ve said my piece, if you can’t handle it, consider the favor null."
"Also."
He shifted his focus, eyes growing dim, "Zhou Changhai is not good, don’t get too close to him. It’s good that you rember you are a descendant of the Eastern People, but he has long forgotten what he is."
After speaking, he turned and left, decisively comparable to Matthew Lee.
At the door, he shouted angrily again.
"Train like you’re told, why are you running? I’ve already instructed the dics to keep inford. If you don’t finish three thousand push-ups today, I’ll break your legs, and even Station Chief Harlem can’t say anything."
"Yes... yes, Inspector Lin."
Garcia lay on the ground, his voice tearful.
Soon ca the sound of a slap, Lin Bao harshly slapped Garcia on the back twice, then smacking his lips as he left.
Cheng Ye fighting with the Fusion Body, protecting residents, and getting injured with the checkpoint covering the costs, was natural.
But Garcia getting injured in internal faction fights with Liu Bi consuming resources; in an old-school Inspector like Lin Bao’s view, that spending was sheer waste.
While closing the door, Cheng Ye glanced down.
Oh dear, if looks could kill, Garcia might have killed him a thousand tis over.
"Do your work properly, don’t slack off, I’m counting too."
Under Garcia’s venomous glare, he chuckled, and with a click, shut the door firmly.
Hey, can’t beat you, but I can annoy you!
At six in the evening.
Garcia finally managed to finish three thousand push-ups, not daring to skip a single one.
Just as he slamd the door, panting, the elevator on the fifth floor happened to open slowly.
Thud.
Knocking ca.
"Kang?"
Cheng Ye opened the door, and was startled at the sight.
Wang Kang was covered in footprints, eyes bruised, with a split lip seeping blood, looked like he just ca down from the ring.
Behind him, Long looked awkward, rubbing his hands, about to explain.
But Wang Kang stiffened his neck and spoke first, voice hoarse, "Brother Cheng, I want to train, take to train!"
"Good, very good!"
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