It wasn't until we got out that we realized there were military outposts all the way from Xiangcheng to the Xiang B Expressway.
There are also police officers patrolling back and forth on the Hunan-B Expressway.
The police transport team led by Yang Honglin, the clearing team led by Wu Shigao, and the garrison troops stationed along the route worked together seamlessly to keep the Xiang B Expressway firmly under their control.
Police transport teams, clearing teams, and garrison units—each of them carried an AK47.
To be honest, seeing these armed men gave the contractor a great sense of security.
At times like these, these people and these guns mean that their lives are protected.
There are also many street vendors along the Xiang B Expressway.
Setting up a stall on the highway is absolutely not allowed before a disaster strikes.
But there's no other way now, the world is like this, and we can't treat things the way we used to.
Those vendors are doing quite well.
The foreman sat in the car, which was traveling against the flow of survivors heading towards Xiangcheng and Bcheng.
He excitedly said to Huo Jing as he drove,
"We must stick close to Miss Hua's powerful connections. You must do your job well. These clients are not short of money, and Miss Hua is not short of resources either."
"Miss Hua values the quality of the project, quality, you understand?"
The contractor had already found his way of surviving with Hua Mi. No matter how reckless he was, as long as he ensured the quality of the project, Miss Hua would keep him.
I've always used it.
In the end, he was given more and more important responsibilities.
Then one day, he will become Miss Hua's chief lackey.
I've finished cleaning and distributing all the books. I'm exhausted.
(End of this chapter)
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