Before dawn, Li Jiuyuan left Black Street, taking the First Division troops with him.

Apart from several communities being razed to the ground, there were no casualties in Black Street.

Following behind Qin Che, the shrew watched the First Division leave and said softly, "Mr. Qin, this will put us at odds with the Neutral Party. Zheng Shishu will not let this go."

Qin Che's gaze was deep and serious. He raised his head to greet the rising sun and said slowly, "Let him come. Black Street isn't afraid of him."

The gerbil looked at Qin Che, its heart filled with mixed emotions.

From this moment forward, Sandcastle will welcome an extraordinary crocodile head, wielding power and wealth, and qualified to challenge the gentlemen of District One.

He looked behind him and saw that when Li Jiuyuan left, a troop he had left behind was lined up neatly in the square, holding rifles, standing at a standard posture, well-trained, and ready to be inspected by Qin Che.

The gerbil lowered its head involuntarily.

This young man will become the king of Black Street, no, he will become the king of Sandcastle.

I'm sticking with this powerful ally.

Qin Che looked at the army and asked in a deep voice, "Commander, step forward!"

Two taps,

The leather boots made a crisp sound as they hit the ground, and three burly men at the front stepped forward.

"Sir!"

They shouted in unison.

Qin Che nodded slightly, "From now on, your salaries and ammunition will be provided by me. Black Street will become your new home. No matter what, you must be prepared to fight to the death for Black Street, understand?"

"clear!"

The three of them seemed to have been printed from the same template, their voices booming like thunder.

Qin Che patted one of them on the shoulder and asked, "What's your name?"

"Reporting, sir! My name is Chen Da!"

"And you?"

"Sir! My name is Mad Dog!"

"My name is Yuan Yongliang!"

The three commanders announced their names one after another. They came from various places and were not from Sandcastle. They became mercenaries in order to make a living. In fact, half the credit for the establishment of this unit came from Li Jiuyuan. He took advantage of his family's arms business to arm this group of people.

Putting everything else aside, the uniform black infantry equipment and standard rifles alone demonstrate that their quality far exceeds the average level of Sandcastle, and even within the First Division, their combat effectiveness ranks among the best.

There were two previous operations, both of which resulted in victories against overwhelming odds, delivering a perfect performance.

Qin Che looked at them, feeling quite satisfied.

"You will first set up camp in the mining area. Leave some people behind and follow me on a daily basis. They will be responsible for liaison, convening, and some military operations."

"yes!"

The three commanders did not say much, but silently carried out their orders.

They had a group leader follow Qin Che closely, while ten people stayed in the square, and the rest strode off in an orderly fashion to the mining area.

Gerbil laughed and said, "They are a very strong unit. Commander Li has shown us a lot of sincerity and respect."

Qin Che smiled slightly, looking quite spirited.

But he knew that this was far from enough to establish a foothold in Sandcastle.

"Are you really going to get involved in the food industry?" Gerbil asked him again after a long silence.

Qin Che nodded, but said, "It's not a matter of interfering. We'll just play our own game. Of course, if we play to a certain extent, it will definitely affect other people's interests, but that's not something we're considering right now."

"How...how do you play this?" The gerbil looked completely bewildered.

Qin Che glanced at him, knowing full well that, for both subjective and objective reasons, he was now one of their own.

Because he failed in both negotiating with Jiang Tianshu and trying to connect with Zheng Shishu.

Of course, Qin Che's trust in him was limited. Whether in politics or business, he understood that one could not completely trust a person.

But now, there are some things I can say to him.

And it must be said, otherwise it would be impossible to carry out the next plan.

"Gerberus, I wonder if you've ever heard of synthetic starch technology?" Qin Che asked him.

The gerbil frowned and thought for a long time. "I've heard of it before. It's a technology from over a hundred years ago. It exists, but we can't possibly replicate it."

Gerald used to work for the Conservative Party, so he's seen and experienced a lot.

This kind of technology is something that you couldn't possibly ask anyone right now.

It has been buried by history.

Even in this wasteland world, Qin Che didn't know how severe the historical gaps were.

He smiled and said, "This is the card we're about to play."

The gerbil frowned. "I've only heard about synthesized starch from others. It seems like it can solve the food problem without needing farmland or seeds. I don't even know what this technology requires. How are we supposed to get started?"

He certainly understood the power of this technology.

In addition to controlling the limited arable land, the Sandcastle Grain Crocodile Head also completely monopolized the seeds.

Even if you have arable land, it's all for nothing without seeds.

But if synthetic starch really exists, then it would be possible to overtake on a curve, bypassing the monopoly and control of those crocodiles, and directly solve the biggest problem of sandcastles on a new track...

It's easy to imagine that with this technology, Qin Che's status will soar.

But at the same time, many people will also want to rob it.

"It is a double-edged sword."

Qin Che nodded: "You're right, but we have no other choice."

The gerbil couldn't understand and looked up at him.

“I own a starch factory and the equipment to produce it, Gerald… The industrial zone is relocating, so we’ll produce synthetic starch in Black Street.” Qin Che patted his shoulder.

The gerbil swallowed hard, its pupils contracted slightly, and its eyes showed horror; it didn't know what to say.

"We've been kneeling in the Black Street for so many years. From now on, we're going to earn money standing up," Qin Che said firmly.

...

Campaign Office No. 2

Zheng Shishu sat there with a gloomy expression, his gaze fixed on the polished floor, his eyes deep in thought.

When he learned that the First Division had not only successfully suppressed Black Street, but Li Jiuyuan had also walked out unharmed, he understood that Li Jiuyuan had made a deal with Black Street. His informant in the military told him that Li Jiuyuan had gifted that superhuman a unit, and the two seemed to have exchanged other unknown bargaining chips, thus becoming allies.

"Qin Che..."

Zheng Shishu muttered the name of that extraordinary person in his mind, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

He could also foresee some of the radical party's next moves.

He could even picture the smug expressions on the faces of those guys on Sand Dune Tower, and their sarcastic remarks towards him.

I got tricked.

Is there no other choice in the underworld?

That's wrong.

Zheng Shishu only just realized that the extraordinary person in the Black Street was the Black Street's biggest backer.

Bang!

Zheng Shishu suddenly stood up and slammed the iron teacup on the table to the ground, making a clear, clanging sound.

The entire office was filled with Zheng Shishu's anger...