Wu Haifan: "I've already sent someone to notify Teacher Qiao. Please wait, I'll get back to you."
He took out his walkie-talkie and dialed directly into the commonly used frequency for departments to be on call daily. Teacher Qiao was at work now and might be on this frequency.
Wu Haifan called for a while, but Qiao Xuejun wasn't there. Her assistant answered, "Deputy Captain Wu, do you have something to talk to our director about?"
Wu Haifan: "Assistant Feng? Are you with Teacher Qiao? Could you please tell her that there are some survivors from outside who have come to the base and want to trade food with her? Ask if Teacher Qiao is free to come?"
Xiao Feng: "Oh, about that. The two patrolmen who just came down the mountain told our minister about it. She's already on her way there. She should be almost there."
Wu Haifan: "Okay, thank you, Assistant Feng."
Xiao Feng: "It's okay."
After hanging up, Wu Haifan said to Wang Wenxun, "Wait a moment, Teacher Qiao will be here soon."
Wang Wenxun: "Okay."
Wu Haifan then asked Wang Wenxun about the situation at the Fourth Base, including the number of personnel, food supplies, and other supplies. Wang Wenxun gave a general answer.
“Knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the office door.
Wang Wenxun looked over and saw a young woman standing there in thick clothes, wearing a hat and gloves. She was quite tall.
Her eyes were bright and her posture was upright. The fish-skin jacket she was wearing still had stains of mud and dust from the work she had just done. Although she was dressed warmly, she still looked capable.
Who is this person? Looking for Wu Haifan?
Wu Haifan stood up to greet him, respectfully and enthusiastically saying, "Teacher Qiao, you're here! Pretty quick."
This young woman turned out to be the food supplier? So young? And a woman?
When she first appeared, Wang Wenxun didn't think so at all.
The young woman smiled, took off the white cotton mask on her face, stuffed it into her pocket, and walked inside: "Yeah, I ran up."
Entering the warm office, she took off her fish-skin jacket, hung it on the back of a chair, and sat down. "I heard someone wants to trade grain?"
Wang Wenxun saw her looking at him and said respectfully, "Hello, it's me. I'm from the Fourth Base. I heard you have plenty of food to trade, so I brought some blue oil and specialty mineral soil, hoping to exchange them for some food."
He was very polite. Although the person opposite him was a young woman, he did not dare to look down on her.
Food supply!
During this period, those who controlled food controlled the lifeline of the base. It was no exaggeration to say that this was a business that completely determined people's life and death.
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