Zhang Hua remained silent, pretending not to hear.

Wei Minglun glared at the faction leader and sneered, "Stop discussing useless things. Let's discuss how to deal with this. We need to stick to one bottom line..."

......

A dozen minutes later, a large table several meters long was placed between the convoy and the wall.

Jiang Wu sat on the side with his legs crossed, occasionally taking a sip of hot tea.

Eating meat every day, Jiang Wu gradually fell in love with green tea because of its ability to cut through the greasiness.

To Jiang Wu's left sat Nangong Wenyao, who was wearing a mask; she was Jiang Wu's secret weapon.

As long as she is there, and as long as the other party is not an evolved being, Nangong Wenyao can see into his truest thoughts.

To Jiang Wu's right sat Bai Feiming.

She and Li Zecheng, who sat in the central seat, formed the negotiation team.

To Li Zecheng's right sat Wu Ming and Sheng Huaiqiang.

However, like Jiang Wu, they were just there to make up the numbers.

Jiang Wu always felt that the refined and handsome man directly in front of him was subtly observing Bai Feiming.

This kid, is he tired of living?

Bai Feiming also felt the man's gaze and said coldly, "Song Yi, could you please look away from that gaze?"

Song Yi smiled and said, "Bai Feiming, the financial goddess, is indeed a remarkable person. Even in the apocalypse, she is still doing very well."

Jiang Wu turned his head to look at Bai Feiming and asked in surprise, "You two know each other?"

Bai Feiming explained in a low voice, "He was quite famous before the apocalypse. People jokingly called him one of the Four Young Masters of Shanghai. His family is quite wealthy. I met him a few times during business exchanges in the past."

Song Yi laughed casually, "It's not just that we've met a few times, I've even tried to chat you up several times, but you've rejected me every time."

Hearing Song Yi's words, Jiang Wu felt somewhat relieved.

So Bai Feiming was this awesome before the apocalypse! She even rejected a guy who was one of the Four Young Masters of Shanghai.

Unfortunately, Bai Feiming doesn't like to talk about her past achievements; instead, she prefers to talk about everyday things from the past.

However, why do these rich kids from before the apocalypse always like to have names like "Four Young Masters" or "Four Gentlemen"?

It's kind of funny.

......

Glancing at his watch, Li Zecheng asked calmly, "The time's up. Is everyone here? Didn't you say there were five of you?"

Zhang Hua and Wei Minglun, sitting in the middle, exchanged a glance, both seeing embarrassment and anger in each other's eyes.

Does Xiang Jian really think he's someone important?

How can you be late for an occasion like this?

Zhang Hua smiled and said, "Sir, we're all here. Let's begin. I am Zhang Hua, the military leader of Donghu Base. I'm just acting as a representative this time. What just happened has nothing to do with me."

Wei Minglun cursed inwardly, but could only smile and say, "I am Wei Minglun, the leader of the second largest power in Donghu Base."

Li Zecheng said calmly, "My surname is Li, and I am one of the main people in charge."

He then produced a handwritten document and said seriously, "Given that you provoked us and used heavy firepower such as rockets, the consequences would have been unimaginable if we hadn't destroyed them. Therefore, you must compensate us."

Wei Minglun said with a forced smile, "Commander Li, I swear that the particle bomb and the rocket were not the work of our base's major forces. Someone is trying to provoke trouble between our team and yours."

Li Zecheng sneered, "There's no need to discuss matters where there's no way to verify them. We only saw bullets and rockets fired at our side."

Wei Minglun nodded repeatedly and said with a smile, "Commander Li is right. May I ask what kind of compensation you would like?"

Li Zecheng pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "First of all, we just used 20,000 rounds of heavy machine gun ammunition and 4,000 rounds of 30mm cannon ammunition, as well as 6 120mm rockets. You need to make up for these losses."

Upon hearing Li Zecheng's words, Wei Minglun was furious, and his face instantly turned red.

How could you have just fired 20,000 heavy machine gun bullets and 4,000 machine gun shells?

One-fifth would be good enough!

Moreover, you killed and wounded so many of our people, and we have to replenish the ammunition you used. That's just too unreasonable!

Seeing Wei Minglun's expression directly opposite him, Li Zecheng remained unhurried, rhythmically tapping the table with two fingers.

Since the other party has voluntarily surrendered and given in, there's no need to be polite.

Upon hearing Li Zecheng's words, Jiang Wu nearly spat out his hot tea.

When Li Zecheng reported to me just now, he clearly stated that more than 3,800 heavy machine gun bullets and more than 370 machine gun bullets were used.

This time, it increased so many times over.

But Li Zecheng remained completely serious and acted as if it were a serious matter.

These scholars are ruthless!

Zhang Hua was not interested in the content of the conversation.

Instead, he carefully observed Li Zecheng, Wu Ming, and the others.

Seeing that they weren't wearing military uniforms, but rather long robes dyed black, Zhang Hua felt somewhat disappointed.

Moreover, as a veteran of more than ten years, Zhang Hua could not see the true shadow of soldiers in Li Zecheng and the others.

This only shows that the military no longer has a voice in this power structure.

Is it possible that true soldiers can only be slowly eliminated by the apocalypse?

Zhang Hua sighed silently to himself.

For a moment, the scene became somewhat quiet.

A dozen seconds later, Wei Minglun took a deep breath and said with a forced smile, "Commander Li, you're joking. How could you possibly have used up so many bullets just now? Besides, we suffered quite a few casualties..."

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