I'm not a theatre god

Hongchen Main City.

A neat line of convoys slowly stopped in front of the main city gate.

At this time, there were still several waves of refugees from the town queuing to enter the city at the city gate. They were covered with dust and sweat, and the long journey made them hungry. Suddenly, they saw a neat line of convoys driving out of the main city, and they were stunned for a while.

Several police officers responsible for registering the names and numbers of refugees also looked at each other in confusion and walked quickly towards the convoy.

The window of the black car in the front slowly rolled down.

"Hello, we are the convoy of the Huang Group, and we want to leave the city." Uncle Quan took the initiative to speak.

"Huang Group?" Hearing this word, the police officers seemed to remember something, and looked through the car window at the girl in the yellow dress in the back seat, with a little surprise.

Living in the Hongchen Realm, they are of course familiar with the name of the Huang Group. Especially the chairman Huang Suyue, whose name is even more terrifying. He is a rising star in the world of business, the youngest chairman of a consortium in history, and a business genius who has made the Huang Consortium a top-notch consortium with his own efforts...

But he doesn't understand why the Huang Consortium left the city at this time?

"Miss Huang, it's very chaotic outside the city now. It's probably dangerous to go out." The police officer warned solemnly.

Before Huang Suyue answered, Uncle Quan responded in advance: "We know, but we still have to go out. Please be flexible... We will take responsibility for anything that happens."

"This is not a matter of flexibility..."

"Forget it, let them go out." Another police officer patted his shoulder, "We are only responsible for guarding the city and letting the refugees outside in. As for whether they want to go out or not, we have no control."

"...Okay."

The police officer took two steps back and waved his hand, "There are many people entering the city now, so drive your convoy slower."

"Thank you."

Uncle Quan signaled the driver to continue moving forward.

The convoy started with a buzzing sound and slowly drove out through the city gate. The refugees who were queuing to enter the city walked around on both sides of the traffic. Countless eyes fell on this convoy. Some were envious, some were puzzled, and some were surprised... After all, for the residents who had lived in the villages and towns outside the main city since childhood, most of them had never even seen what a car looked like.

"Mom, what are these noisy things?"

"It's a car that can carry people forward."

"So big... Why don't we have it in our town?"

"This thing is very expensive, and our town is full of small roads, so cars can't drive..."

"Tsk, so many cars, is this the rich family in the main city?"

"Hello, Mr. Police Officer, I want to ask where to buy food? We walked all the way from Han Town and we are really hungry..."

"Be patient for now, the main city was attacked not long ago, and several major granaries were destroyed... Now we are short of manpower and can't distribute food uniformly."

"I can still bear it... But the child..."

"If it doesn't work, we can only go to the locals in the main city to buy some. They live here and may have food reserves at home... But now most of the residents have already fled to the underground shelters, don't hold too much hope."

"..."

As the car window rolled up, the noise from the outside world was gradually isolated.

The light and shadows of the crowds flowed outside the window. In the quiet back seat of the car, Huang Suyue put her hands on the suitcase on her knees, lowered her head, and was a little depressed.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Quan asked.

"I just..." Huang Suyue opened her mouth and said, "I just feel like a deserter."

"Deserter?"

"The situation in the main city is not good, isn't it?" Huang Suyue looked through the car window at the bare city wall and the few police officers standing at the gate of the city wall. "The residents of the entire Hongchen main city are gathering here, but apart from Fu Sheng Hui, there is almost no means to protect the residents... Even the police are only equipped with a pistol. Can these things really stop the Wuji Realm?"

Uncle Quan was stunned for a while, shook his head and comforted:

"Miss, you think too much... In the final analysis, we only As a businessman, even if he knows the plight of Hongchen Main City, what can he do?

Which of these old-fashioned consortiums, Whale Shark Consortium, Paradise Consortium, Dinglu Consortium, doesn't have a group of bodyguards with divine ways? But aren't they the first to hide and protect themselves when they encounter trouble? What's more, our Huang Consortium has only risen recently, and we don't have such a deep foundation as them. What can we do with our three bodyguards?

These refugees ran to the main city to save their lives; we left the main city to go to Liu Town to save our lives... Everyone is the same. "

Huang Suyue was silent for a long time, and could only sigh helplessly;

As Uncle Quan said, they are just businessmen.

"So, what happened to the three consortiums?" Huang Suyue asked.

"As far as I know, as soon as the disaster bell rang, the Whale Shark Consortium and the Paradise Consortium ceded part of their interests and hid together in the underground shelter of the Dinglu Consortium."

"...Are the three major consortiums hiding together now?"

"Yes, the manors of the major consortiums were all built for luxury and comfort before. Only the Dinglu Consortium, which started out as a land construction company, built an underground palace under its own ground." Uncle Quan couldn't help but sigh, "This Dinglu Consortium is indeed foresighted... But they are also the worst off."

Huang Suyue raised her eyebrows and was about to ask why, but suddenly figured out the reason.

"Dinglu Group is mainly engaged in real estate construction, and most of its assets exist in the form of land and buildings... But in the previous round of gray world invasion, nearly half of the buildings in the main city were destroyed, and now there is a war in the realm. After these two rounds of disasters, Dinglu Group may go bankrupt."

"That's right. After this time, I'm afraid that the most valuable things of Dinglu Group are only those large construction machines, transport vehicles, and explosives for land blasting." Uncle Quan looked at the convoy behind with relief, "Compared to this, we should be the luckiest among the major consortiums."

The convoy slowly drove out of the city gate and moved forward along the muddy road. The drizzle mixed with splashing mud and rocks hit the buzzing convoy, and the originally clean and tidy body of the car suddenly added a bit of wildness.

The headlights of the convoy tore through the dim rain curtain and marched forward in a line. At first, there were many refugees on the main road, all preparing to enter the city, but as the convoy turned into the branch road to Liu Town, the figures on the road became increasingly scarce.

Huang Suyue sat in the back seat in silence, looking at the barren and withered mountains and land outside the window, wondering what she was thinking.

Just then, the driver suddenly spoke:

"Miss, there are two people lying on the ground in front... they seem to have fainted."

Huang Suyue looked up and saw two figures, one big and one small, lying in the middle of the muddy road, as if they had fainted, blocking the progress of the convoy.

"Go down and take a look." Huang Suyue said as she pushed open the car door.