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Lanstad was quiet at noon, with most people working in the factories, creating value for them. Meanwhile, the factory owners gathered in the conference room of the Bonfire Corps Headquarters, whispering among themselves.
"Hey, what do you think Ideal called us here for at this time?" one asked.
"Who knows? I was having a great time with my little concubine this morning when that group barged in and said we had to meet! Hmph, I suspect it's not good news!" another replied.
"But it's already past the scheduled time. Why hasn't he shown up yet?"
"He probably wants to assert his authority! Brother Lei, we can't let him get away with this!"
The conference room buzzed with chatter, and Leili felt a headache coming on. He glanced at the door, which showed no signs of opening, and his expression grew colder.
What on earth does Ideal want?
Finally, the door creaked open. Ideal strode in with his hands in his pockets, taking long strides to the front of the room before plopping down in a chair. Behind him followed a capable woman in Bonfire Group uniform, adjusting her glasses as she carried a thick stack of documents.
"Is everyone here?" Ideal asked, glancing at the empty seats at the back. He already knew the answer but feigned ignorance.
The capable woman pushed her glasses up and quickly reported, "No, Factory Directors Ma, Xi, and Huang are still absent."
"Ah, those three have something going on today..." someone started to explain before—
Bang!
Ideal slammed his hand on the conference table, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone present. He turned to the capable woman and said sternly, "Send someone to find out what urgent matters are keeping those three from attending the Camp Leader meeting!"
"Yes."
"The Camp Leader meeting?" The others were taken aback by this term.
"Camp Leader? Where is that?"
Leili's eyes narrowed as he looked at Ideal sitting at the head of the table. This guy is trying to claim power now!
Ideal, the Camp Leader Election has been postponed, and it’s not your turn to show off now!
Hearing Leili say this, Ideal looked at him, and Leili showed no fear in return.
Postponed? An election? But I am the Camp Leader right now!
Ideal's tone was serious, a powerful aura radiating from him that made Leili feel somewhat overwhelmed.
Smack!
Ideal! The election system was established by the founder of Lanstad! Do you dare to rebel?
Leili directly accused Ideal of plotting a rebellion, a glimmer of delight flashing in his eyes.
Without our support, do you think you can still be the Camp Leader?
A single strike could paralyze Lanstad, and we could wave the banner of justice to find an opportunity to eliminate Ideal. Wouldn't Lanstad then belong to us?
Oh Ideal, this move of yours is truly foolish!
Leili began to contemplate how to divide Lanstad among themselves, but when Ideal spoke again, he was taken aback.
Rebellion? You dare to rebel! Guards, take him and throw him into the dungeon!
Ideal looked at Leili, his gaze icy and even more intense. He commanded loudly towards the door.
Hearing Ideal's command, the guards stationed outside rushed in and swiftly approached Leili, leaving him utterly bewildered.
Is Ideal really not afraid?
Ideal, do you know what happens when you go against all of Lanstad?
Leili pushed aside the guard reaching for him and quickly stepped in front of Ideal, slamming his hands on the conference table and shouting angrily.
You think you can represent all of Lanstad?
Ideal snapped his fingers, and the guards behind him immediately grabbed Leili by each arm, rendering him immobile. Leili could only glare fiercely at Ideal and finally warned him.
Ideal! Just wait! When I get out—
Before he could finish his threat, a guard shoved a cloth into his mouth. Ideal glanced at him disdainfully and waved his hand for the guards to take him away.
He turned back to the crowd present, gently tapping on the conference table to produce a rhythmic sound. With a low voice laced with warning, he addressed them.
Who else wants to rebel?
Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged glances; finally, they looked at Leili sitting in his seat, shaking his head like a rattle drum in hurried denial.
Their leader had been captured, so how could they dare to act recklessly? They weren't that foolish!
Seeing this, Ideal calmly returned to his seat, his gaze steady. The reason he dared to act this way today was that he truly didn't care about the opinions of those factory managers. After all, if one Factory Chief died, they could always find another, like Chief Zhang or Chief Liu. As long as the factory could continue operating normally, it wasn't that difficult.
Perhaps in a lawful society, one couldn't behave like this, but this was the apocalypse! Moreover, it was the common people and refugees who truly sustained the slow progress of this city; their opinions mattered most.
Water can carry a boat; it can also capsize it! Ideal understood this deeply, which is why he wanted to make a change for Lanstad! After all, if things didn't change soon, it might really be over.
Before that terror arrived, he would announce new policies and some rational regulations that factories needed to adhere to. Ideal distributed a thick stack of papers filled with black text to everyone present.
As they received the papers from Ideal, they were shocked at what they read! What do you mean the minimum wage for factory workers cannot be lower than Blue Voucher per hour? What does it mean that normal working hours must be eight hours, and any overtime must be paid at double the wage?
How were we supposed to exploit those common people with these terms? How were we supposed to make big profits?
Ideal Camp Leader, this can't be right. You must have misread or written this incorrectly!
Ideal slammed his hand on the conference table with force, scanning the crowd with eyes full of an unyielding authority. "I did not misread or write this wrong. These are the terms. Do you have a problem with them? Are you planning to rebel?"
Hearing Lixiang's words, the crowd fell silent.
Rebellion? They wouldn't dare! Hadn't they seen what happened to Leili?
Lixiang glanced at the silent audience with satisfaction, nodding approvingly before speaking. "Since no one opposes, the proposal is passed!"
At this, the crowd nearly ground their teeth in frustration. What did he mean by "no one opposes"? Hadn't they just been shouting loudly? To oppose meant to rebel—what kind of game were they playing?
However, none of them voiced their thoughts. After all, they didn't dare to oppose now.
"Very well, let's move on to the next segment," Lixiang continued. He produced a stack of papers filled with black text and distributed them in front of everyone for their review.
With bated breath, the crowd picked up the papers and read the contents.
"The Lanstad Outer City Wall Construction Plan."
An outer city wall? What did that mean?
As they read further, their expressions grew increasingly complicated. In simple terms, Lixiang intended to build another high wall around Lanstad to fend off the Undead.
The good news was that once completed, Lanstad would gain a substantial area of safe land for development, promising incredible profits!
The bad news was that they were expected to fund the construction themselves! This was nothing short of robbing them of their resources!
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