Colonial port.
Under the **** of two warships, ten freighters full of containers were slowly docked.
In this container, in addition to canned luncheon meat from Eden, instant noodles, compressed biscuits, and some manufactured products from the sixth block. These things will be replaced by sub-crystals, heterogeneous fur, and even blond ocean horses, which will be transported back to the sixth block.
Standing on the bank of the port, Han Yue commanded the slaves under his hand to unload a box of cargo from the ship.
Looking at the slaves who were busy before the port, and the grassroots supervisors who listened to his orders and waved the whip, his face appeared to be a glimpse of the world.
You said that I am such a small security guard at the Wanghai Bank, how did I become the slave division of the human resources department of the nac North West Coast Colony?
Han Yue thought for a long time, did not want to understand this problem, and finally can only attribute the answer to the luck.
Of all the colonists, only he escaped from the black gang's hands. Although he was caught by the airport's looters, he was fortunate enough to run into the military sergeant. It happened to be a good job in repairing the airport. Now the slave population in the colony has soared. The former slave division died in the concentration camp, so he replaced the late director and took the position.
When Han Yue looked out at the port, his second-hand man ran over and respectfully handed a signed document to him.
"Director, today's loading and unloading task has been completed. This is the signature of the Port Office. Please look over."
"Well," he took the document and hurriedly swept his eyes. Han Yue nodded. "I know."
He said, he handed the document to the secretary who stood behind him and said, "You will go to the Human Resources Department and give the Secretary of the Secretary Wang a moment."
"Yes!" The secretary nodded quickly.
One day's work is so simple, so simple that he can't believe it.
In most cases, he doesn't even have to go to the scene himself. Sitting in the office drinking tea, flipping through the newspapers, waiting for the slaves to finish the work, and sending the documents stamped with the official seal of the employer to the secretary of the Human Resources Department, his day's work is completed.
And these trivial things can be handed over to the second hand and his secretary.
Back in the office, Han Yue burned a pot of boiling water and threw a few pieces of tea from the Garden of Eden into the kettle. Just ready to open the newspaper to see what happened in the sixth block, and a phone call came over.
The phone was sent to the ear, and Han Yue cleared the dice and pressed the button.
"Hey?"
"I, you Viagra!"
"Viagra!" Han Yue slightly stunned, rejoicing, "Zhongwei?! How are you?"
"My God, Lao Tzu can be contacted with you!" The phone came with a relieved voice. Then, Song Zhongwei asked with concern. "How is your side? I heard that there was something happening in the colony. Child, but your phone has not been able to get through. I went to the colonial registration office to ask, and those people did not give me a statement."
"Don't mention it, it did happen a little bit, but fortunately it has been settled by our marshals." Han Yue smiled, "North America has only recently resumed communication, my ep was sent to Chinatown yesterday. Fix it. I always thought about when to call you over there, but my mind was messy these days, so..."
"Nothing is good!" Song Zhongwei laughed happily. "Your boy still owes me one hundred and twenty credits and one meal. I will remember it for you."
Hearing the voice of his friends, Han Yue couldn’t help but smile.
"You come to North America, I will pay you ten times."
"Oh, OK, your kid is coming out of the hall?" Song Zhongwei said differently.
"Well, that's right, the more you are, the more I am now, I am a mixed officer, and I am the director of the slave department of the Human Resources Department of the Colony," Han said with a smile. "How? You come to me, I am Let you be my second hand."
"Hold the grass! You are the boss of the boss every two months?" Song Zhongwei admired. "Your boy is too lucky."
In the local administrative system of the military government, the level of the director is not small. If you don't say anything, just say that the one-hundred-thousand-thousand-month-long credit and the special supplies of each month are enough to countless others. Not to mention the shortage of the slave division of the Ministry of Human Resources. Under the management of the thousands of labor force, which employer has to please.
Thinking of this, Song Zhongwei could not help but sigh.
This colony is called the place of opportunity, and it is not without reason.
In all the rumors about the colony, the story of Han Yue is not the only one, and Song Zhongwei’s surprise is not the only one.
After the end of the Panama campaign, the survivors who were still alive in the concentration camp were safely sent back to the fort of the outpost by the expeditionary army. However, for the colony, the trouble did not end completely. Many people died in the concentration camp, resulting in a serious shortage of administrative positions in the colony.
In order to solve the problem of the administrative system, many small people who were not known before were quickly promoted to the top.
It is also because of these living examples that the name of the place of opportunity is even more legendary.
And this is Zhou Guoping, who made the decision, far from thinking.
Until a few months later, faced with the number of immigrants far above expectations in the statistics book, as well as the continuous increase in investment and trade volume, Zhou Guoping discussed this point when he met with leaders of various colonial departments.
Of course, these are all words.
......
As busy as the port, it is the military camp below the order.
A box of packaged arms supplies is being pulled into the airship with the tiger.
The technical data of ns-0 and f-7 have been analyzed. With the glory and spoils, the expeditionary army will return home tomorrow.
Jiang Chen sent Lilith back to the world in the first step, and by the way copied the documents in the server of the future military. The problems of the production line can be solved with industrial-grade 3D printers. This robotic soldier controlled by ai, no matter where it is placed, is a tough thing.
As long as the heat-resistant coating is added to the outer casing, it can even be air-dropped from a low orbit. In some cases, these shovel are even better than the orbital airborne brigade of the star-ring trade, after all, no need to worry about casualties.
The next morning, I finally arrived at the moment of departure.
Zhou Guoping, a group of colonial officials, stood at the door of the military camp and bid farewell to Jiang Chen.
"Let's do it here! What's the situation next time, remember to report to the Marshal's Office for the first time, don't always think about making a big fortune, when is Laozi guilty of someone who has merit?" More nonsense, Jiang Chen reached out and shot Zhou Guoping's shoulder, smiled.
"What you said is." Zhou Guoping nodded again and again.
There is nothing to explain, Jiang Chen sees time is not too early, is preparing to turn and leave.
At this moment, a voice came over from the side.
"stop!"