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"Then let me ask you, if I were to merge you into our Suiyang Resettlement, would you be willing?" Zuo Wenshan asked.

"Get lost!" Gong Kaiming said with a laugh and a scold.

"See? That's what I said. Everyone gets anxious when it happens to them." Zuo Wenshan said, spreading his hands.

"Can our situations be the compared? We're just temporarily staying here and don't belong to your Mozhou's administrative sequence. Why should we merge into your Suiyang Resettlement?" Mayor Gong retorted.

"I'm just making an analogy. Do you think if you're unwilling, others will be willing?" Zuo Wenshan asked.

"What can we do if we're unwilling? As a subordinate unit, of course, we must obey orders and follow commands," Mayor Gong said.

He had long understood Zuo Wenshan's meaning and was actually clear in his heart that even subordinate units, in the current situation, would not willingly hand over management rights. However, he couldn't express agreement with Zuo Wenshan's intention.

This was a matter of attitude, implying to Zuo Wenshan that if he dared to have such ulterior motives, he would definitely not agree.

Zuo Wenshan also had an element of probing in his heart. He wanted to see what Gong Kaiming's view was on the resettlement merger.

"Old Gong, power is something that people actively strive for. Who would willingly give it up? Although the Lianshui Resettlement is subordinate to the Huailing Resettlement, to be honest, who doesn't know that they're actually looking after themselves? Can Rong Mingda just merge them with a single word? Would the Lianshui Resettlement be willing?" Zuo Wenshan said.

"Hey, Old Zuo, did you come here late at night just to talk about this? What does Huai Zhou's matter have to do with you? Aren't you being nosy?" Gong Kaiming said.

"How can it not be related? The distance between Huaizhou and Mozhou isn't far," Zuo Wenshan said.

"Whether the distance is far or near, what can it do? Could it be that Rong Mingda can have designs on Mozhou?" Gong Kaiming asked rhetorically.

"Hey! You've hit the nail on the head with that sentence!" Zuo Wenshan pointed at him affirmatively.

"Get lost! You're always thinking wildly! He's the Mayor of Huaizhou, and you're the Mayor of Mozhou. You're on the same level. How can he control you?" Gong Kaiming gave him a roll of his eyes.

"He definitely can't control me, but do you know how he dealt with the Lianshui Resettlement?" Zuo Wenshan asked.

"How did he deal with it?" Gong Kaiming asked.

"Rong Mingda executed the entire management of the Lianshui Resettlement in one go! More than twenty people died!" Zuo Wenshan said.

"Executed?" Gong Kaiming's eyes widened.

If they were executed, then this matter would indeed be a bit unusual.

"That's right, executed. Otherwise, why would I say it was an occupation?" Zuo Wenshan nodded.

"How dare Rong Mingda do that?" Gong Kaiming was a little incredulous.

"So, have you noticed? The world has changed. Today, he dares to kill people arbitrarily. Tomorrow, he might dare to lead troops to attack your resettlement. Do you believe it?" Zuo Wenshan said.

"That's impossible! Do you think the council is just for show? Would they let them cause such a ruckus?" Gong Kaiming said, shaking his head with a smile.

"The last time there was a zombie siege, I went to the Southeast Military Region to see Zong Zhengyue. At that time, he clearly stated that they would not interfere in the affairs of the resettlement. So don't say it's impossible. I think it's very possible," Zuo Wenshan said.

"Then what is your purpose in coming to me...?" Mayor Gong asked.

"Old Gong, this is a very bad sign. It's said that you must not have the heart to harm others, but you must have the heart to guard against others. We still need to prepare early," Zuo Wenshan said.

Gong Kaiming nodded silently.

This was right.

Impossible or not, strengthening awareness of prevention and preparing for defense in advance could do no harm.

"What do you want to do?" Gong Kaiming asked.

"I plan to reorganize the security team of the Suiyang Resettlement, form a city defense force, and strengthen training," Zuo Wenshan said.

"This..." Mayor Gong frowned and began to think.

The city defense force and the security team had the same nature even though the name had changed. Under the current situation, establishing such a city defense force was not a taboo thing.

"Old Gong, listen to me, you should also act quickly. With the Huatong Chamber of Commerce providing weapons and equipment, there's no problem in forming a city defense force. This way, the two of us can support each other, and the safety factor will be much higher," Zuo Wenshan suggested.

Mayor Gong pondered that no matter how the future situation changed, it would do no harm to have his own defense force, so he said:

"Alright! Let's do that then."

...

August 18, 2055, morning.

Yusu Province, Kunfeng City, Southeast Military Region Headquarters.

"Old Zong, look what I brought you!" Yan Zhengping came in like a whirlwind.

Zong Zhengyue was sitting at his desk, looking worried.

"Old Yan, what are you doing here?" Zong Zhengyue asked.

"What's with that question? What? You're not welcome?" Yan Zhengping was unhappy.

"I'm not in a good mood today. Since you're here, let's have a couple of drinks together," Zong Zhengyue said, getting up.