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Going from Japan to Russia is not a small project. They have to go north to Hokkaido first, and then go from Sapporo. Because the temperature drops, the sea is covered with ice sheets. As long as the supplies are enough, they can reach Terney from Sapporo in one day. Ski area, but because Russia is sparsely populated, there is still a considerable distance to go to Moscow.

Supplies, food, and means of transportation need to be prepared in advance. Just relying on three sled dogs is not enough to support them on this journey.

After leaving Yokohama, Yoshio Fuchinoue took his traveling companions and three sled dogs to the base in Tokyo. Only there could he get transportation and energy.

When returning to the base in Tokyo with Dostoyevsky, Yoshio Fuchinogami only informed the friends of the Panxing Sect, but Gojo Satoru, a tall man with white hair, came with Nanako and Mimiko He raised his hand with a smile, and greeted the wine red-haired boy: "Hey, Xiao Jiasheng, are you finally willing to come back and have a look?"

Gojo Satoru has always been familiar with himself, and in addition, Jiasheng Fuchinoue saved him from the plot of the suture Xia Youjie in the Shibuya subway before, and reminded him of the coming of the end this time. He still took the ride, because when Jiasheng Fuchinoue proposed to exchange food for transportation and oil, Gojo Satoru agreed.

"But why do you suddenly want to go to the north? Isn't Japan enough for you to see? By the way, some interesting supernatural beings have come to the base recently, Xiao Jiasheng, come and meet them too~"

Gojo Satoru embraced Yoshio Fuchinoue's shoulders with an intimate and complaining tone, Mimiko and Nanako followed behind, and Nanako, who was more lively, was curiously asking about the interesting things that Yoshio Fuchinoue encountered during his journey.

Whether it was intentional or not, Dostoyevsky, who came with Jiasheng Fuchinoue, was squeezed to the back by them, looking lonely.

Jiasheng Yuan was surrounded and walked forward. He wanted to turn around and say hello, and asked Dostoevsky to wait for him, but the conjurers around him seemed to have expected it, and smiled at Dostoyevsky. Toevsky said: "I'm sorry, little brother, we will take away Xiao Jiasheng first, and I will entertain you later~"

Of course, Dostoevsky could hear the vague distinction between familiarity and alienation in the other party's words. He didn't mind this kind of rough provocation, tilted his head slightly and smiled, and said softly: "Then I will wait for you in the lobby. Come back, Mr. Jiasheng."

"Okay, I'll come to you when I'm done." Yoshio Fuchinogami poked his head out of Gojo Satoru's arms and replied to Dostoevsky, and felt someone's hand rubbing the top of his head With one hand, he pushed him back again.

Being half-pushed and half-pushed to the reception room inside the base, Yoshio Fuchinoue sighed and said, "He is my travel companion who was rescued halfway, he has no malice towards me, and is very reliable."

Mimiko and Nanako looked at each other, and Nanako curled her lips and said, "As long as you don't take out a knife and stab you in the back with your soft nature, everyone is a good person."

"Don't trust him, that man is a powerful person with supernatural powers, and a dangerous criminal who is secretly wanted by many countries." Wu Tiao Wu's news is more well-informed, he recognized the other party's true identity at a glance, and naturally he was unwilling to let Tuo Si Toyevsky approaches the good life in the deep who is divided among his own people.

Yoshio Fuchinoue smiled, feeling a little distressed, why no matter it was Gojo Satoru, Nanako and Mimiko, or Danmaku, he was considered a person who would easily trust others?He is indeed kind to others, and he doesn't want to take the initiative to hurt others, but isn't this the behavior that a normal person should have?

Jiasheng Yuan, who didn't want to argue with them on this kind of matter, didn't continue the topic. He changed the subject and asked, "How's the base? Is there anyone who doesn't have eyes to reach out to the supplies?"

As soon as Gojo Satoru heard this topic, he snorted softly, and his face was not good-looking: "No one dares to reach out after killing chickens to make an example to monkeys, but there are still some people who are unwilling to give up and keep making small moves, which annoys me to death! It's ridiculous. Those who are greedy The supplies are enough for them to eat and wear for 100 years, do those rotten oranges really think they can live for so long?"

"Because gold and silver are no longer valuable, and what are more valuable are the most needed food and clothing, as well as daily necessities and energy." Yoshio Fuchinoue rubbed his temples, "Human greed doesn't matter. It will never disappear."

"Are you really going to go to Russia with that guy?"

Gojo Satoru asked calmly.

"I have decided."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi replied gently, and at the same time lowered his head and marked out the supplies he needed on the list.

Gojo Gojo opened his mouth, swallowed the words he was about to say, and turned to ask, "Then when will you come back?"

"It depends on the situation. Maybe I will go to other European countries. But I will definitely come back. This is my hometown."

Jiasheng on Yuan said with a smile.

These words soothed the inexplicably disturbed Gojo Satoru. With this guarantee from Jiasheng Fuchinoue, he felt relieved, and while humming softly, he picked up another pen and drew the words drawn by Jiasheng Fuchinoue. The material circled again and said: "Don't be so polite, take more, anyway, if you put it here, another batch of rotten oranges will try to grab it away, so it's better to give it to you - besides, this amount is nothing. "

"It's better not to, just exchange it according to the prescribed contribution points, otherwise those rotten oranges will have a reason to use this to criticize you and pour sewage all over you."

Contribution points are used to replace post-apocalyptic coins. Labor and materials can be exchanged for contribution points, and then residents can use contribution points to exchange for other daily necessities.

After all, after the apocalypse, coins have lost their role as equivalents, and are just a piece of waste paper. In order to stabilize order and people's hearts, the new currency in circulation needs to be stabilized as soon as possible.

"You have done so much. You were the one who proposed the contribution point system. If you hadn't turned the tide, those rotten oranges would have been a mess, let alone management and governance."

Gojo Satoru snorted coldly.

After the sun disappeared, it was Yoshio Fuchinoue who called Gojo Satoru to find the officials who could maintain the management and operation, and then forced them to gather personnel in advance to build a large base to gather energy and population. Fortunately, they acted early and grabbed It is enough precious time, otherwise after the plants die, the amount of carbon dioxide that cannot be absorbed will increase sharply, and the population will die in large numbers, but it will be different after resources are concentrated. Humans can also filter the air through technology and electricity to to survive.

"Actually, even without me, they can think of it. It's just that the doomsday came too suddenly, so they couldn't react in time."

Yoshio Fuchinoue didn't want to get too entangled in this issue. He didn't have the slightest liking for the corrupt, corrupt and stagnant Japanese government. Whether he can do it is one thing, but whether he will do it is another. It's all over, so when the large-scale agglomeration base he proposed was questioned in the early days of the sun's disappearance, Yoshio Fuchinogami did not hesitate to use force to threaten him—he thought that after the end, he would still be able to maintain the same transcendent superiority as before the end The idiots were all thrown out by him to fend for themselves.

The rotten branches should be cut down, and the sprouts and leaves that can still grow should be moved to their proper positions.

However, to maintain the operation of a system, professionals are always needed. After knowing that Tokyo has established a base, people from the nearby major prefectures and roads have flowed here. After the population has increased rapidly, the number of management personnel required has also increased. Shang Jiasheng saw that the system was still running smoothly, so he started his own journey, and learned from Wujo Wu's words that some uncontrollable rats inevitably appeared among the newly added population.

Although Gojo Satoru is cursing, he grows the fastest. He has learned not to use force, but to use brains and interests to balance the relationship between all parties, so that decisions can be made truly, so that those who lack food and clothing and suffer from hunger Hungry populace can survive in this dark doomsday.

He looked at this young man, a few days ago, he never thought that his fate would be changed by Yoshio Fuchinoue, although Gojo Satoru felt that the price to be paid for such a change was too high if it was possible.

Gojo Satoru watched how Yoshio Fuchinoue worked so hard to design and build this base in the early days of the doomsday. A large part of the equipment in the base was donated by him, especially the artificial light source machines. The price of these things rose sharply after the sun disappeared. , and it is not possible to pay with currency—after all, before the end of the world, the production of such machines was very small.

"That's all. I have already told you the coordinates of the seafood factory. You can also visit other factory warehouses. There may be surprises."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi handed the confirmed list of supplies to Gojo Satoru.

"Understood, I will send people over to have a look later."

"Also, Yokohama seems to have produced a portable oxygen cylinder. I think it was probably mass-produced by a certain supernatural person. The specific information is in the database shared by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. You can contact there to carry out The exchange of materials. If possible, maybe you can show him the design drawings of the artificial light source machine and let him manufacture the machines in batches, so that more food can be produced.”

"There is a port over there, and it can handle a large amount of machinery, daily necessities, industrial raw materials and food every day before the end of the day, but because of this, the struggle and chaos there are much more intense than here, after all, the foreign forces entrenched in Yokohama There are also a lot. If you want to exchange materials from them, you can use this point-as for negotiations and negotiations, leave it to those politicians. This may be their only strength, and the base does not raise waste. "

After explaining all the information and suggestions, he said so much at once, and his mouth was a little thirsty. Jiasheng Fuchinogami picked up a teacup to moisten his throat, and the tea with moderate temperature slipped into his throat, making him relax his eyebrows and eyes slightly. , as soon as he raised his head, he saw Gojo Satoru propping his face on the table with his hands, staring intently at Jiasheng Yuanzhi, his burning eyes could directly burn on him through the sunglasses.

"What's wrong?" Jiasheng Yuanzhi put down his teacup, lowered his head and checked himself.