Chapter 162: 162, Rebuild Barrier 113

Ren Xiaosu ultimately did not tell Luolan the truth about Dong Funi. He felt it was better to wait until the seven-day sheltering period had passed before speaking, lest Luolan see the bruised and battered Dong Funi and cause some trouble.

At this moment, Dong Funi inside the room hated nothing more than to marry Luolan on the spot. As long as Luolan was willing to take her away, but the problem was that Chen Wudi had bound her too tightly this time, and Wang Fugui had somehow obtained some herbs and shoved them into her mouth, leaving her unable to move her lips at all!

These herbs were common in the shop, but Dong Funi couldn't figure out how these two little ones had become so proficient!

It must be said that although Wang Fugui was kind-hearted, as a wanderer who had lived so long, he still had some tricks up his sleeve.

Wanderers were different from the people of the Walls; they had to face danger from the moment they were born.

Luolan spoke with Dong Funi for a while through the door, but talking to himself was too boring, so he found it uninteresting after a while.

Ren Xiaosu laughed heartily: "Thirsty? Have some water."

Luolan sat on a chair in the courtyard and sighed: "Li Shen Tan coming out of the mental hospital is quite surprising. I've already been cautious enough, afraid he would cause trouble."

"I'm curious," Ren Xiaosu asked, "don't you all know he's from the Li family?"

At this moment, Luolan carefully recalled the details of the past. He confirmed that the information he had received did not mention the Li Conglomerate, but suddenly remembered the three video clips he had seen. At that time, he could even feel the other's loneliness and sense of abandonment through the screen.

Luolan said, "You heard him describe himself as the Li family's discarded son. Perhaps he was locked up by the Li Conglomerate himself?"

"Why would the Li Conglomerate imprison their own heir?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"I don't know," Luolan said sadly, "The inside of the conglomerate isn't as beautiful as you imagine. Schemes and intrigues are everywhere. To rise in the family, one must step on the shoulders of brothers and sisters to climb up."

"Then how many brothers and sisters did you and Qingzhen step on?" Ren Xiaosu laughed.

As a result, Luolan suddenly became serious: "Qingzhen and I had no choice. He was a born leader and should see the view from the summit."

"What about you?" Ren Xiaosu was stunned and said, he found that Luolan was so defending his younger brother.

At that time, Wang Fugui wanted to ask for repayment of his life-saving grace. Luolan first said his life was worthless, but when mentioning Qingzhen, he suddenly became unusually generous.

"Me?" Luolan smiled, "I'm a wretch, I can live no matter what."

When Luolan said this, there was no resentment in his tone, as if he thought it was only natural that his younger brother should be high above, while he was just a wretch.

"By the way," Luolan glanced at Ren Xiaosu, "Don't be too conspicuous lately. Even the Yang family has come to this Wall, and there are still people hiding in the Fire Seed Company. Now that the Devil's Whisperers have come to stir up trouble, who knows what will happen."

Ren Xiaosu stared at him: "Is it appropriate for you to tell me this? Isn't the most conspicuous person in this Wall you?!"

"Hahahaha, is that so?" Luolan laughed, "Am I that excellent?"

Ren Xiaosu was shocked, what's with this pride?

"By the way, the thugs have arrived too," Luolan suddenly became angry: "Someone blew up my two cars in the distance. Those who have nothing better to do such things must be the thugs' people!"

At this moment, Ren Xiaosu realized that Yang Xiaojin might be one of the thugs. But he suddenly thought of a question: When Luolan said the Yang family had come, was there any connection between the Yang Conglomerate and Yang Xiaojin?

"What about your Qing family?" Ren Xiaosu looked at Luolan: "Did they only send you?"

"You're looking down on someone?" Luolan said irritably: "What's wrong with me? I'm worth a thousand, right?"

"Mmm, I mean, didn't the Qing family send anyone to support you?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"No, they're busy dealing with the 113 Wall and Jingshen's matters now."

...

The terrain of the 111th Wall was not flat and regular. Here, the west was higher and the east lower, and the entire Wall was built against the mountain.

The mountain in the 111th Wall was called Ginkgo Mountain. When the ginkgo leaves turned yellow in season, the entire mountain was a golden hue.

And the headquarters of the Qing Conglomerate was on the hillside.

At this moment, a convoy departed from the city towards Ginkgo Mountain. The pedestrians in the Wall gave way to each other, knowing these were the big shots of the Qing Conglomerate, members of the Presidium.

Basically, every month at this time, the big shots of the Qing Conglomerate would drive to Ginkgo Mountain to hold meetings, discussing matters that could determine the fate of the conglomerate.

At night, the grand estate on Ginkgo Mountain was lit with lights. In the quiet conference room, 13 men sat, young, middle-aged, and old.

A huge tiger head hung on the wall of the conference room. It was a specimen of a dead tiger. Humans had always had such a bad taste; the king of beasts in life, after death, was nothing but a toy for humans. This was the power of humanity.

The entire conference room was magnificent, as if it had never experienced any disaster and had always held power.

The old man at the head of the table tapped the table with his fingers: "How is Qing Hai's progress?"

"They had already bypassed Jingshen three days ago. It's estimated they should have arrived at the 113th Wall today," a middle-aged man said, "He will first eliminate the remaining experimental subjects there, and then wait for the post-disaster reconstruction troops to arrive. They will go to Jingshen to search for the creature in the crater. Now that creature seems to have fallen into a deep sleep again and doesn't seem to intend to leave the crater. We suspect it has a dependency on the temperature of the volcano."

"Can Qing Hai handle it?" the old man asked calmly: "The coal mines near the 113th Wall are crucial and must be rebuilt as soon as possible."

"Qing Hai brought a combat brigade over there. Dealing with a few hundred experimental subjects should be no problem," the middle-aged man replied.

"The resources near the 113th Wall are crucial. The post-disaster reconstruction work must be completed as soon as possible. Qing Yun, you coordinate the wanderers to work there," the old man said.

The young man sitting at the very end laughed: "Understood."

This young man had neatly combed his hair back, and under the lamplight, his smooth hair was as elegant as crystal.

"Be careful. If you make a mistake, you won't be sitting here in the future," the old man frowned.

The young man lowered his head: "Understood."

Someone beside him laughed: "Don't be too harsh on the young man."

The old man didn't respond but suddenly asked: "What is Qing Zhen doing now?"

"Besides listening to music every day, he hasn't done anything else," someone answered: "The music he listens to has no purpose, and he has no favorite song girls."

"Mmm," the old man nodded indifferently: "Let him be for a while. The young man's sharpness is too strong; it needs to be dulled. He needs to know that the power of money comes from the exchange system, but the power of authority comes from the organization. Without a family, there are no rules, and thus no authority."

No one else expressed an opinion on this matter, but at this moment someone knocked on the door of the conference room.

The old man whispered: "Come in."

The person who entered was a secretary. He whispered something to the old man's ear, and the old man's brow furrowed deeper. He looked up at the others present: "The seventh combat brigade led by Qing Hai was attacked by the experimental subjects. They are now retreating, with casualties exceeding half."