Zombies don't need to rest

The words of the two were like a knife piercing Fan Zishan's heart. He stood there quietly looking at a painting on the wall of the office. It took him a long time before he took a deep breath: "That is to say, The 1127 factory will be shut down soon?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "The factories that make energy cards should not shut down so quickly. Although the yield of recycled materials is low, they can still be made. Energy is the fundamental guarantee. I think the earliest shutdowns should be civilian factories such as automobile factories. But that refers to the fact that the factories are still in the hands of the Federation, and now Luo Jincheng has handed over all the factories in the NO.11 base city to you, so he probably won’t care whether our factories are dead or alive.”

Fan Zishan didn't care that Li Zhi was still there, and looked directly at Jiang Yang and asked, "So he already knew about this situation when he arranged for Cai Wuen to come. He didn't mean to let the zombies leave the factory and let them start businesses. Under the circumstances, the zombie factory has to shut down?"

Li Zhi got up and wanted to leave, but Jiang Yang reached out and held him down: "We are a family now, and there is no need to hide some things."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fan Zishan and nodded, "With Luo Jincheng's character, he has been planning this matter for at least ten years. He knows best that zombies will leave the factory sooner or later."

Looking at the silent Fan Zishan, Jiang Yang said again: "Now you have taken over the No. 11 base city that originally belonged to the Federation, and you are simply taking the blame for him. If I really organize a zombie strike like Guo Wen designed , by then your position as mayor will no longer be available."

"Strike?" Li Zhi exclaimed, Jiang Yang nodded: "Do you think Luo Jincheng didn't know what Guo Wen did in Base City No. [-]? Wrong, he knew it all too well, but what Luo Jincheng wanted was Money requires a lot of manpower and material resources to be invested in the military, so he can’t control it, as long as the people in the third base city don’t starve to death, it doesn’t matter how much skin is peeled from them.”

Fan Zishan took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Yang; "So is it really necessary for us to spare no effort in developing the military?"

Jiang Yang raised his head and looked at him: "If one day Luo Jincheng proposes to change the name of the cataclysmic era, then there is probably no need to go all out to develop the military."

The two looked at each other, Fan Zishan nodded: "I see, what should I do now?"

Li Zhi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, thinking silently: So a person as powerful as Mayor Fan has to ask Brother Yang for advice.

Jiang Yang pointed out the window: "Did Luo Jincheng really hand over all the zombie factories to the city? Are there any documents?"

Fan Zishan nodded: "All the replies have been approved. I came here first. I plan to call these factory directors together for a meeting this afternoon. They should all have received orders from the Federation, but we have to wait for the Federation to announce the details."

Jiang Yang asked again: "That is to say, you can now fully decide the work arrangements for the hundreds of zombie factories in the NO.11 base city. As long as the federation announces the news, we can directly start the transformation?"

Fan Zishan nodded again: "Now these are the industries of our NO.11 base city. Except for the energy plant that needs to be reported, the rest we can decide on our own, and not just the zombie factory, the development of the entire base city is entrusted to us. Responsible."

"Then let's do it, Mayor Fan." Jiang Yang stood up while talking: "You have a meeting in the afternoon to confirm the ownership of the factory, and we old guys will have a meeting tomorrow morning, and I will tell you our plan then. "

Fan Zishan looked at him: "Can it solve the problem of mineral shortage?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "I can't solve this matter, either you persuade Luo Jincheng to go to the European Federation or the Indian Federation, or you support him to go to the moon to dig iron ore on it and send it back, otherwise no one can do anything about the mineral problem. "

When Fan Zishan nodded in disappointment, Jiang Yang took out a coin-sized piece of metal from his pocket and put it on the table: "But we can't solve the mine problem, but there is still a way to recycle metal."

Li Zhi picked up the piece of metal: "So Brother Yang, you have a way to recast those scraps?"

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders: "You guys don't know how to save resources, we old guys have to find a way to wipe your ass, the requirements for recasting are very high, so we have to wait for the federation to confirm that we can decide the zombie factory by ourselves You can start after you arrange it."

Fan Zishan suddenly asked: "Are you going to make steel?"

Jiang Yang looked at him and smiled and replied: "Mayor Fan still doesn't understand? From now on, we only need to pay federal taxes, the number of guards does not exceed the federal regulations, and does not touch the basic laws of the federal government. The rest, the federal government doesn't care gone."

Fan Zishan thought for a while, and his so-called pilot city seemed to be the case.

He nodded, and then heard Jiang Yang's voice: "Be prepared to be self-reliant and self-reliant in everything except the military, Texas boy."

56 moon landing

Fan Zishan didn't understand why Jiang Yang called him a Texas boy until he went back to the office and checked the information.

Sitting on the chair and watching the information sent by the Federation one after another, which is as tall as a person, he said to Lao Jiu: "So the Federation really doesn't plan to control us."

Lao Jiu shook his head: "Why don't you care, isn't the tax agency sent to supervise?"

Fan Zishan lit a cigarette and said, "What I'm saying is that they don't care about the rest except taxation and the army."

Lao Jiu, who was sorting out the documents, paused for a moment, then nodded and said: "That's true. The Federation will not provide us with financial support in the future. If necessary, we can only go to the Federal Bank for a loan, or we can find other base cities. borrow."

Looking at the stacks of authorization documents, Fan Zishan fully understood what Jiang Yang meant by "self-reliance and self-improvement except for the military".

Seeing him frowning and smoking, Lao Jiu asked with a smile, "What did Mr. Jiang say?"

Fan Zishan flicked off the ash: "He said that the zombie factory and zombie workers should be handed over to him, and that I should be ready."

Lao Jiu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, if the ninth block and the factory don't need to be dealt with, then our pressure will be less."

"Just a little?" Fan Zishan had just finished asking when he saw Lao Jiu put documents as thick as two dictionaries on the table and said, "These are documents from schools and hospitals. They used to be managed by the federal government, but now they are all handed over to us." , I haven’t finished sorting out the prison and the guard, you look at these two first.”

"Sigh~"

Looking at the thick material with a headache, Fan Zishan could only bite the bullet and pick it up. The old nine next to him handed him a pen and said: "There are too many things. If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to read them before the Federation announces them." After all, to put it simply, after the official announcement, except for the tax bureau, the security bureau, and the military representatives of the guard, the rest of the city has nothing to do with the federation, and we need to handle everything by ourselves."

Fan Zishan couldn't help saying: "It really is Texas."

Lao Jiu frowned: "What is that?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Fan Zishan said while highlighting the documents: "What Mr. Jiang taught me can generally be understood as an independent principality attached to the Federation."

Lao Jiu smiled: "That's really quite vivid."

Fan Zishan began to immerse himself in the study of the documents, and as the Federation obtained sufficient funds in the No.11 base city, the final preparations for the lunar landing plan began.

In the factory in Base City No. [-], Hong Yanhong received a call again: "The time is confirmed. We will issue a wanted arrest report for you in five days, and we guarantee that you will appear on the space shuttle on August [-]th."

It seems that they have already discussed the strike with Jiang Yang of the No. 11 base city.

Having been assured, Hong Yanhong raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window.

Ever since he heard that piece of audio, he firmly believed that the monarch-level zombies must still exist, and the moon probably had a clue.

Thinking of the corpse in the city square of Base No. [-], Hong Yanhong clenched his fists tightly.

Unlike the zombies in No.11 base city, he belongs to another faction among the zombies.

"Why do powerless and cowardly humans become the leaders of the world? They should be our slaves."

There are not many zombies with this kind of thinking after more than 100 years, but there are still some after all.

Hong Yanhong's scarlet eyes were full of excitement as he tried hard to install the parts in his hands. He believed that the mysterious monarch who was outside was definitely much stronger than the one who was killed in the third base city.

When she returns, it will be the end of the new humanity.

Hong Yanhong didn't notice that a zombie not far from him was sizing him up, and that person was also quickly sending messages while watching Hong Yanhong; "Brother Yang, I feel like this guy is a glory faction, Do you really not need to worry about it?"

It didn't take long for him to receive a reply from Jiang Yang: "When he woke up more than 100 years ago, he didn't dare to stand up and make trouble with the guys from the Glory Sect. Now that the people from the Glory Sect are almost dead, he is excited again. Well, forget about it for now, after the moon landing is over, you can pay attention to the federal news, and then we will have a meeting."

Tapping the screen lightly to delete the record, the zombie stuffed the phone back into its pocket, took another look at Hong Yanhong who was working with his head down, and continued to work calmly.

The Glory faction is a group that appeared when the zombies just woke up.

These guys are not weak in combat, and they have been honest for a few years after seeing Luo Jincheng's troops.

But later, when they discovered that the fighting power of the new humans was not as strong as expected, they tried to enslave humans, saying that the glory of evolution only belongs to the strong.

It's not without success, the fighting power of these zombies against ordinary people is indeed boundless, but in front of Luo Jincheng's gradually formed mech army, they are not enough.

So after similar incidents happened one after another, Luo Jincheng executed a group of high-level zombies with military orders.

Although there were not many people who were actually executed, the spread of this trend was indeed stopped, and the most powerful fighters of the Glory faction were also secretly shot dead, so those who survived began to work honestly.

This is the first time he has heard of Hong Yanhong, who has revived after more than 100 years.

But since Brother Yang said don't worry about it, he didn't do much.

In this seemingly stable and peaceful atmosphere, in fact, at [-]:[-] p.m. on August [-]rd, Base City No. [-] suddenly issued a warrant, saying that a zombie from Base City No. [-] invaded their official website through technical means. .

An hour later, the City Guard of Base No. [-] announced that they had captured the zombie Hong Yanhong at his home and handed him over to the City Guard of Base No. [-].

At eight o'clock in the morning on August [-]th, Hong Yanhong stood on the empty runway and squinted his eyes to look at the mecha team not far ahead.

Behind him are the remaining 110 nine zombies who have committed crimes and are serving their sentences. A group of people walked into the cabin step by step with special metal restraint rings.

In Factory 1127, Jiang Yang and others sat in front of the TV and watched the live news of the launch.

Fan Zishan, who stayed up late to read the materials for a few days, lay on the sofa and said: "After they officially enter the lunar orbit, the Federation will announce a specific tax reform plan."

Jiang Yang nodded: "We will also issue a notice at that time, and we will have to trouble Mayor Fan to explain the situation to the Federation. I don't want to see the army appear in the Ninth Street."

Fan Zishan rubbed his temple with a cigarette in his mouth: "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, but Guo Wen and the others really agreed to your price increase?"

Jiang Yang looked at the mecha squad that had already started boarding the plane on the TV screen and said: "It shouldn't be Guo Wen's idea to incite the zombies to strike. After all, as long as we go on strike, all the faults will be on us. When the time comes The Federation can clear us out of the factory openly, and as long as the product prices on the market are properly controlled, no one will notice the shortage of raw materials."

Fan Zishan took a deep breath and said, "So Luo Jincheng arranged this again?"

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders: "Even if he didn't personally arrange it, it was definitely inferred from his attitude, just like when we were sent to the factory back then, that guy needed a name to drive us out."

The space shuttle began to accelerate, Jiang Yang squinted and watched.

Another reason why he agreed to Guo Wen was that he also wanted Hong Yanhong to go to the moon to make trouble.

He also wanted to know what that guy left on it.

The news that the meteorite came back was not a good thing.

57 O lord, my lord

The actions of the Pan-Asian Federation have attracted the attention of the whole world, and even the Indian Federation, which is worrying about the space station, has mobilized satellites to pay attention to the three planes.

In the Windless Tavern under the night, all the zombies were sitting in their respective positions and operating the machines in front of them.

Jiang Yang sat on the edge of the counter and looked at the three light spots on the big screen, raised his head and drank the red liquid in the cup and looked at Pei Bin: "Your friend is on the way to realize his dream, this is not a pity. "

Pei Bin sat silently on a chair and watched the busy zombies in the hall.

Although he had only been here for a few days, he really felt the difference between Windless Tavern and other places.

Although the zombies here have fun every day, they all have clear goals and directions.

Pei Bin has seen it more than once. Every day in the middle of the night, the Windless Tavern will be quiet.

Everyone either sat together to discuss academic issues, or read and studied in their respective positions.

They will cheer because of a little thing, and they will yell at each other because they disagree with each other, and they often even fight with their hair.

However, they always carry a special sense of mission.

A strange feeling that he can't understand, but it does exist.

He once talked with Hong Yanhong about the topic of goals. Pei Bin said that he has no plans, and it is good to live a day. Anyway, he has a factory job, and he can use the money he earns to play games and eat. Food that is not good for the body.

At that time, Hong Yanhong would laugh at himself with all kinds of emoticons. He said that his goal is to hope that one day he can truly live freely and fearlessly.

It sounds similar, but Pei Bin didn't fully understand what he meant until now.

After taking a sip of the beer he bought from outside the cup, Pei Bin asked Jiang Yang: "Do you think he is right to do this?"

Jiang Yang turned his head: "A person does things according to his own ideas, and is willing to pay the price and bear the consequences, what's the problem?"

Pei Bin nodded, and then asked, "What kind of consequences will he bear?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yang did not answer his question directly but shook his head and said:

"I don't know, I haven't been to the moon, so I don't know what's on it, but what I can be sure of is that if he really intends to snatch the space shuttle of the Federation, then I'm afraid he will encounter a lot of trouble."

Pei Bin saw that Jiang Yang was smiling, but the meaning of that smile seemed to be that he appreciated Hong Yanhong's actions.

Jiang Yang said with a smile: "He may be injured, he may be shot to death, or he may succeed but never come back. Who knows, as long as he is willing to bear the consequences."

Feng Wenbin on the side also took a sip of the beer in his glass and said: "Even if the direction is wrong, the goal is false, and hard work is futile, it is very romantic to die on the way to the goal."

Looking at Pei Bin's incomprehensible expression, Jiang Yang pointed to the sky outside: "He wants to see what's in the depths of the universe, and now he's heading to the moon. Isn't that worth celebrating?"

Dong Quanyun in front of the console suddenly said: "Preparing to enter lunar orbit, they should be able to see the Federation's automatic mining machine in lunar orbit by now."

Jiang Yang curled his lips: "A mentally retarded machine that can mine but can't send it back is not even as useful as a chamber pot."

The real-time video has been sent back, and the zombies are looking at the huge mining base on the screen.

This thing was launched by Luo Jincheng six years ago with great effort, and it caused quite a stir around the world at that time. Everyone thought that Luo Jincheng had mastered the technology that could automatically mine on the moon.

It didn't turn out that way.

After this thing entered the lunar orbit, it did send a lot of automatic mining robots to the surface of the moon, but the question is how to send the mined mines back from the moon.

So after the storage bin was filled with ore, the huge machine stopped. There are still a lot of ore there, but it is useless except for putting it there.

Dong Quanyun and the others have not been discussing this matter for a day or two. They all feel that this was deliberately arranged by Luo Jincheng and performed for other federations. They are afraid that they will unite against the Pan-Asian Federation because of the amazing technology shown by the federation. First hand.

Only Jiang Yang knew best that it wasn't that Luo Jincheng didn't want those ores, but that he really couldn't get them.

Because this big guy is obviously provided by the system.

That's why there is such an embarrassment that there is already a base that can automatically collect ore from the moon and send it to orbit, but there is no way to send it back from the base.

Just like the original mecha back then.

It took Luo Jincheng and countless scientific researchers 27 years to imitate the first model, and it has not yet reached that standard in terms of body strength.

So it may take time for the big guy in lunar orbit to actually put it into use.