Colony port.
Under the escort of two warships, ten freighters loaded with containers slowly docked.
In these containers, in addition to canned luncheon meat, instant noodles, and compressed biscuits produced in the Garden of Eden, there were also some industrial products produced in the Sixth Street. These things would be exchanged for crystals, mutant furs, and even blonde, blue-eyed foreign horses before being shipped back to the Sixth Street.
On the shore of the port, Han Yue commanded his slaves to unload boxes of goods from the ship.
Looking at the slaves who were busy at the port and the low-level supervisors who listened to his orders and waved their whips, a trace of disappointment appeared on his face as if it was a lifetime ago.
[How did a small security guard of a bank in Wanghai become the director of the Human Resources Department of the NAC Colony on the West Coast?]
Han Yue thought for a long time and didn't understand the question. In the end, he could only attribute the answer to the question to luck.
Among all the colonists, only he escaped from the Black Skull Gang. Although he was caught by the raiders of the Airport Gang, he was lucky enough to meet the general of the military government. His performance in the restoration of the airport was good, and now the slave population of the colony increased sharply. The former director of the slave department died in the concentration camp, so he replaced the late director and sat in his current position.
Just as Han Yue was looking in the direction of the port, his second-in-command trotted over and respectfully handed him a signed document.
"Director, today's loading and unloading task has been completed. This is the signature from the port office. Please have a look."
"Mhmm." Han Yue took the document and glanced at it, then nodded. "I see."
As he spoke, he handed the document to the secretary standing behind him and said, "Go to the Human Resources Department later and give it to Minister Wang's secretary."
"Yes!" The secretary nodded quickly.
A day's work was so simple that he couldn't believe it.
In most cases, he didn't even have to go to the scene in person. He sat in the office, drank tea, flipped through the newspaper, and waited for the slaves to finish their work. When the documents with the official seal of the employer were delivered to the secretary's office of the Human Resources Department, his work for the day would be considered complete.
And these trivial matters could be left to the second-in-command and his secretary.
Back in the office, Han Yue boiled a pot of water and threw a few tea leaves from the Garden of Eden into the kettle. Just as he was about to flip open the newspaper to see what news was happening at the Sixth Street, a phone call came in.
Han Yue put the phone to his ear, cleared his throat, and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Me, your Viagra!"
"Brother Wei!" Han Yue was slightly stunned and said happily, "Zhong Wei?! How did you — "
"Oh my god, I finally got in touch with you!" A relieved voice came from the other end of the phone. Then, Song Zhongwei asked with concern, "How is it on your side? I heard that something happened in the colony, but I couldn't get through to you on the phone. I went to the Colonial Registration Office to inquire, but those people didn't give me an explanation. "
"Don't mention it. There was indeed a small situation, but fortunately, it has been settled by our Marshal." Han Yue smiled bitterly, "The communication in North America was recently restored, and my EP was only sent to Chinatown yesterday. I've been thinking about giving you a call, but my mind is in a mess these days, so … "
"That's good!" Song Zhongwei laughed heartily. "You still owe me 120 Credits and a meal. I'll keep that in mind."
When he heard his friend's voice, Han Yue couldn't help but smile.
"If you come to North America, I'll pay you back ten times."
"Oh, not bad. You've made a name for yourself?" Song Zhongwei was surprised.
"Well, I'm considered an official now. I'm the director of the slave department in the human resources department of the colony," Han Yue said with a smile, "What do you think? You come to my side, and I'll let you be my second-in-command. "
"Fu * k! You've become a director-general every two months? "Song Zhongwei said enviously," You're too lucky, kid. "
In the local administrative system of the military government, the director rank was not a small one. Not to mention the other, just the salary of 100 credits per month and the special supplies every month were enough to make countless people envious. Not to mention the lucrative position of the slave department in the human resources department. With thousands of laborers under his control, any employer would have to please him.
Song Zhongwei couldn't help but exclaim.
The colony was called the Land of Opportunity for a reason.
Among all the rumors about the colony, Han Yue's story was not the only one, nor was Song Zhongwei's surprise.
After the end of the Battle of Panama, the survivors who were still alive in the concentration camp were safely sent back to the fortress in Outpost Town by the expeditionary army. However, for the colony, the trouble was not completely over. Many people died in the concentration camp, resulting in a serious shortage of administrative posts in the colony.
In order to solve the problem of the paralysis of the administrative system, many originally unknown people were quickly promoted.
It was precisely because of these living examples that the name of the Land of Opportunity became even more legendary.
This was something Zhou Guoping, who made the decision, did not expect.
It was not until a few months later, faced with the number of immigrants far exceeding expectations in the statistical book, as well as the continuous growth of investment and trade, that Zhou Guoping discussed this point in a meeting with the leaders of the various departments of the colony.
Of course, this was a story for later.
…
As lively as the port was the military camp below AS Order.
Boxes of packed munitions were being pulled onto the airship by the pods along with the Tiger II.
The technical data of the NS-90 and F-79 had been analyzed. With glory and trophies, the expeditionary army would return tomorrow.
Jiang Chen sent Lilith back to the modern world first and copied the documents to Future Military's server. The production line problem could be solved by industrial-grade 3D printers. This kind of robot soldiers controlled by AI, no matter in which world, would be powerful.
As long as the shell was equipped with a heat-resistant coating, it could even be airdropped from low orbit. In some cases, these iron lumps were even more useful than the orbital airborne brigade of Celestial Trade. After all, there was no need to worry about casualties.
The next morning, it was finally time to set off.
Zhou Guoping and other colonial officials stood at the door of the military camp and said goodbye to Jiang Chen.
"Do your best here! If anything happens next time, remember to report to the General's Office immediately. Don't keep thinking about getting rich in silence. When have I ever mistreated someone who contributed? "Without wasting any time, Jiang Chen patted Zhou Guoping's shoulder and jokingly scolded him.
"You're right." Zhou Guoping nodded repeatedly.
There was nothing else to say. Jiang Chen saw that it was getting late and was about to leave.
Just then, a voice came from the side.
"Stop!"
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