Chapter 96: Conceptual Balance Point, Unlucky Garcia!
Having the capital to survive and having tasted the beauty of power.
Cheng Ye could probably understand why a fierce conflict would break out when the ideas conflicted.
After all, when the cake of power and interests is divided, there will always be people who feel that they get less.
What is even more subtle is that when people are practicing their own ideas, once they encounter failure, the first thought that comes to their mind is often not "the direction is wrong" but "there are not enough resources."
It is both an excuse and a shackle.
“If I want to be independent in the future, what philosophy should I use as a foundation?”
On the way to Tianyuan Community, Cheng Ye shook his head and thought.
The extraordinary faction will definitely not work. The way of suppressing everything with force has long been eliminated by all the sanctuary cities in the wasteland. Now only a few scattered gathering places still follow it. It is an inferior concept that seems efficient but actually hides huge hidden dangers.
Once the tone of strength being supreme and fists being louder is established, residents will spontaneously pursue power, the entire Sanctuary City will become more and more martial, and everyone will do anything to climb up.
Just like the checkpoints now, everyone wants to be extraordinary and no one wants to live a hard life.
But someone has to suffer down below. We can’t let the new residents suffer as soon as they come in, right?
If that happens, the lower class will all run away in a few days. Who would be willing to be a slave to the extraordinary people?
Unless these extraordinary people are willing to go out to guard the gate and guard the infected body, but is that possible?
The technology faction is quite good. It lays a solid foundation and radiates outwards, which sounds solid.
But there is also a big problem: how to ensure that the developed resources will not be leaked?
Xingfu City has managed to lock up its resources by using "patent licenses" and strict authority restrictions, but this method also limits its own development speed.
Otherwise, once someone develops by relying on technology, he can start a new business with people and resources with a wave of his hand. The hard work of the technology group will end up being a wedding dress for others.
As for the idealists, they focus on a sense of belonging, which seems to be the most effective way to win people's hearts in the wasteland, but it is not the right answer.
Just like after the current wave of infection, there are still a lot of people leaving.
Not to mention the beginners. The idea of treating people as screws might have been maintained when there was only one Happy City, but now the radio is full of advertisements for other sanctuary cities, promising a better life.
Unless you break everyone's legs, how can you stop them from pursuing a "good life"?
"So, it's the interweaving of these concepts, their mutual restraint and promotion, that has enabled Happiness City to grow to its current size?"
When he came to this conclusion, Cheng Ye felt it was a bit absurd at first.
How can these obviously contradictory concepts, which seem to be hindering the development of Sanctuary City, become the driving force for development?
But if you think about it carefully, you have to admit that there is truth in it.
The extraordinary faction ensures the combat effectiveness of the city of refuge, and the technological faction provides the basic resources for survival.
The idealists are trying to unite people's hearts, while the beginners are taking the initiative to block the vast number of infected people.
The ideas conflict with each other, yet a delicate balance is formed in the conflict, like a carriage that stumbles but always moves forward.
Perhaps the senior elders allowed factional fighting to go on because they were not seeking the most appropriate concept, but the balance point that could maintain the best state.
“No wonder my presence and the connected community immediately gained the favor of idealists.”
"This is equivalent to the two factions merging, and I might be the balance point."
Cheng Ye pondered.
If he can come to power with idealistic ideas and get the resource support of the checkpoint, doesn't this mean that the two ideas have merged?
"Wait, if I find enough extraordinary power and technological knowledge in the future, and gain recognition and investment from the extraordinary and technological factions, then wouldn't that be..."
A bolder idea suddenly popped into my mind.
What would happen if there was an inspector who was valued by four factions for investment at the same time?
I don’t dare to think about it.
If he continued to think about it, he might be the mayor of this Happy City.
Boom.
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from the direction of the pedestrian street in the distance, and a cloud of gray-black smoke rose into the sky.
The demolition of the pedestrian street is progressing very quickly. In just two or three days, one-fifth of it has been demolished.
The old order is collapsing and a new pattern is quietly taking shape.
"grown ups!"
As soon as I stepped into area B-7, a loud voice greeted me.
Erlong ran over from the demolition team, his face covered in dust, but he couldn't hide his excitement. He bowed to Cheng Ye and said, "You're here!"
“It was demolished pretty quickly.”
Cheng Ye nodded and glanced at the workers swinging sledgehammers. The dull sounds of hammers hitting the broken wall came one after another.
"It's all thanks to you, sir!" Erlong replied quickly, his tone filled with gratitude. "The garbage trucks from the Public Works Department are moving faster than rabbits. Except for lunch and lunch breaks, they hardly stop. They transport garbage quickly, so we can dismantle it without any worries, and our progress has naturally increased."
Transporting the debris from demolished buildings is a big problem.
It is more than ten kilometers from the pedestrian street to the designated dumping point in the buffer zone. Ordinary residents rely on hand-pulled carts to transport the waste. Even if thousands of people work for a whole day, their efficiency cannot catch up with that of a dump truck.
Now three dump trucks are working in a cycle, which is the key to the rapid increase in demolition speed.
"How are the workers' wages paid? I've been too busy these past two days to ask. I'll give you their contact information later. Go to the Public Works Department and ask them to withdraw your budget. Don't give them credit just because they're yours. Don't pay them less than what's due!"
"Don't worry, sir. We won't need to use the budget at all!"
Erlong laughed even more happily, as if he had completely walked out of Zhang Can's shadow.
Seeing Cheng Ye frown slightly, he quickly explained, "It's like this. The people who used to live in the pedestrian street were all infected. They left behind a lot of legacy."
"Every time we pry open a room, we usually find dozens or even hundreds of coins, enough to pay our employees. We also find hard currency like weapons and ammunition. We've also reused the rebar, wood, and glass we removed. Isn't the mall under renovation these days? A lot of building materials were brought in from here, so there's no waste at all."
"I've also found some rare finds, which I've kept for you, my lord. Would you like to take a look?"
"Something strange?"
Cheng Ye smiled and waved his hand, "Let's talk about it after we finish dismantling it. Keep the unrecognizable items for now, and don't sell them cheaply on the street stalls."
"Yes! Erlong understands!"
Unlike Dalong who is honest and straightforward, Erlong is obviously a little cunning, but that's a good thing.
In such a large community, if everyone is as kind-hearted as Dalong, there will be big trouble.
Now there are both good and evil, and it is good that he is in control of the general direction. The Tianyuan community will only develop better and better.
After inspecting the community, Cheng Ye strolled to the Public Works Bureau.
It has only been two days since the last electricity theft, so he should have stayed out of the spotlight.
But since the pedestrian street is moving so fast now, it would be "reasonable" for him to go to the Public Works Department.
Open the panel.
After two days of charging in the hospital, nearly 80 kWh of electricity was added, and the energy value has returned to 31%.
Searching for a Lv2 skill once is enough, but it is still far from the 50% requirement for skill fusion.
In addition, Cheng Ye's eyes fell on the skill bar.
"I'm still learning mobile shooting, and I've mastered about 40% of it. At this rate, my skill slot will have to be occupied until at least the middle of next month."
The changes in talent bonuses are indeed terrifying, but the benefits of skills are even greater.
As long as you have learned it and mastered it thoroughly, you can retain 100% of your ability even if you uninstall it.
However, there are exceptions, such as the Weed Physique, which will lose an important ability if uninstalled.
He has tested it and found that the energy absorption speed bonus that comes with the talent will disappear instantly after uninstalling.
Therefore, it must occupy a grid permanently.
"As for beast instinct, it's basically useless to me now. I've already mastered killing intent and can completely replace thinking with intuition in battle."
"And next we can search for Tiger Power, which is a more advanced skill."
Cheng Ye thought about the arrangement of the skill bar and found that there was one vacant space.
When training Wang Kang in the evening, I searched for Miao Yang and collected one of the four powers to start learning.
Considering that the Lv2 skill has only a 50% success rate, charging it to 75% will give you a good chance of success.
Just do it now, compared to the cautious last time.
After arriving at the charging station, Cheng Ye waited for a while and saw a bus driving in.
What a coincidence.
It was the same car he had used for a free ride the day before yesterday.
"Master, let me help you charge your battery. Go back and see if anyone is stealing your house!"
"Who are you."
The middle-aged man who got off the car was stunned for a moment, and was suddenly shocked when he saw the badge in Cheng Ye's hand.
He handed over his keys and work card in a daze and walked out of the parking lot stupidly.
Arrived at the door.
"Lao Zhang, what's your relationship with Prosecutor Cheng? You seem quite familiar with each other."
"Prosecutor Cheng?" Master Zhang stopped abruptly, bewildered. "Is that the prosecutor?"
"Yeah, you don't know?"
"I don't know. He seems to be familiar with me, but I..."
Master Zhang was stunned for a moment, but saw Cheng Ye approaching with his gun drawn. "The buffer zone is not peaceful right now. This master has a family emergency. Please keep an eye on him and don't make things difficult for him."
"Yes! Don't worry, Inspector Cheng!"
The guard immediately saluted with the utmost respect.
"Inspector Cheng Cheng?" Master Zhang finally came to his senses, his face full of surprise and joy, and he could hardly speak clearly.
"Work hard! The operation of the buffer zone depends on hard-working people like you. However, no matter how busy you are at work, you must first take care of your family. Once the backyard is stable, you can move forward with peace of mind."
He paused and added, "If you're tired of being harassed or feel uneasy living there, you can go to the Tianyuan community and register my name. You can move there, and at least you can sleep soundly at night."
After leaving behind a few words, Cheng Ye left.
Master Zhang stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Cheng Ye's words "Tell me my name" were still echoing in my ears, but my heart was beating faster and faster in my chest.
He didn't dare to think about getting involved with the inspector, but who didn't know that Area B-7 was the safest place in the buffer zone?
Being able to live there, Master Zhang clenched his fists tightly, and his previous confusion turned into excitement!
His wife always complained that their home was unsafe, and the child was always woken up by the noise outside at night.
If I could really move to Tianyuan Community, even if I lived in the smallest house, it would be better than living in fear now!
"Let's go! Go back and pack your things now!"
Turning his head slightly, Cheng Ye caught a glimpse of Master Zhang almost running away, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
What people fear most is living in confusion, not knowing what they can and cannot do.
After understanding the factional conflicts and ideological disputes, he now understands the rules of the buffer zone more and more clearly.
Since you have become a pawn of the idealists, you should use your power to win over the hearts of the people.
Even if outsiders knew about this, they would not be surprised. Instead, they would think that he was putting his ideas into practice.
By the time the buffer zone was complete, he had his confidants in every industry and department.
"When will the person in charge of Tianyuan become the person in charge of the buffer zone? That's powerful enough, much more impressive than the chief of a checkpoint."
When we arrived at the lobby of the Public Works Department, someone came up to greet us immediately.
After a while, Engineer Liu came with the blueprints and began a second discussion on the development of the pedestrian street.
"The previous plan needs to be changed. The medical reform has been finalized, and I want to add a medical center on the pedestrian street."
Engineer Liu was stunned for a moment. "Medical center? We did receive a notice from above that a number of community clinics will be built in the buffer zone. They should be around 50 square meters and include a pharmacy."
"not enough!"
Cheng Ye shook his head and pointed at the originally planned store location, his finger in the center. "Build it here. Three floors, each floor at least 300 square meters. The location must be conspicuous so that all scavengers can see this medical center the first time they step onto the pedestrian street."
"The first floor will be used as a reception hall and pharmacy, the second floor will be used for wards, and the third floor will be reserved for research laboratories. The walls will be made of reinforced concrete, the windows will be equipped with bulletproof glass, and there will be enough space at the door to facilitate the entry and exit of ambulances in the future."
Engineer Liu paused, his pencil in hand, calculating rapidly: "If we change this place, the original shop plan will have to be moved back, the foundation will need to be reinforced, and the materials will need to be increased by 30%. I'm afraid the budget will be significantly exceeded."
"I'll take care of the budget. Planning must be done in advance."
Cheng Ye's eyes sharpened. "This medical center must be a landmark building on the pedestrian street. Just build it according to the best specifications."
After spending a few days in the clinic, he completely understood one thing.
What do wastelanders lack most?
I am short of life, and I am short of a place that can save my life!
If these people knew that once they entered this street, they would see hope for survival, it would be more effective than any signboards, and naturally waves of people would flow in.
"Understood. I'll redraw the blueprint and ensure it's built according to your ideas!"
Mr. Liu's attitude is satisfactory.
Although in Cheng Ye's own opinion, he was like an unscrupulous party A who only knew how to make demands.
But this is what construction on wasteland is like. There is no room for trial and error. It is better to make more changes before construction than to demolish and rebuild after it is built.
After waiting until the collector's charge reached 80%, Cheng Ye found an excuse to leave.
200 kWh of electricity is enough for 4 days of home use, but here, it only takes 1 hour and 40 minutes.
After plugging the charging gun into Master Zhang's car, he boarded the bus back to the clinic.
"It's really busy. Every day, it feels much busier than when I was on duty."
Cheng Ye couldn't help but sigh.
When on duty, as long as a person sits there, the number of steps he takes in a day may not exceed a thousand.
But during the days when the checkpoint was closed, his average number of steps per day was at least 10,000, and he never stopped running.
Fortunately, both his own strength and the power of his subordinates are growing rapidly.
This is the necessary condition for the inspector to gain a foothold in the buffer zone. Otherwise, he can only be considered a business backbone at best.
In the current version of the struggle between factions, the backbone members are only fit to gnaw on the hardest bones and guard the most dangerous positions, and enduring hardships is commonplace.
As for enjoying a good life and getting more resource support, that is just a pipe dream.
Return to the medical clinic.
Seeing him coming from a distance, the guard at the door took two steps at a time and trotted over.
"Prosecutor Cheng, Prosecutor Lin has been waiting for you for over half an hour!"
"Which Inspector Lin?"
"It's Lord Lin Bao."
"oh?"
Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, the fifth-term inspector who did not show up yesterday came today.
When I got to the fifth floor, I saw a burly man standing in the corridor.
What made him a little uneasy was that Lin Bao was probably bored and was actually scolding Garcia.
"Practice! Keep practicing! You've been lying in the hospital for half a month and you're still waiting for retirement?"
"If I don't do any recovery training every day and just lie down, how can I get better if I just lie down?"
"The checkpoint spends 200 points a day on your medicine. In the past two years, I've worked hard on a field mission, but the profit I've brought back is only 3,000 to 5,000 points. And you've finished building it in just ten days. Are you really trying to bankrupt the station?"
"If you don't die from training today, then train till you die! Who gave you young prosecutors these bad habits?"
After being repeatedly scolded by Lin Bao with a dark face, Garcia lay on the ground doing push-ups with a sad look on his face.
When he saw the elevator door open and Cheng Ye walk out, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
But this excitement immediately turned into resentment as Lin Bao turned around and walked towards him with a laugh.
"Cheng boy, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for so long!"
Lin Bao strode forward, his voice cheerful.
"You're even more impressive than your father. Even Cheng Long has never made me wait this long."
"Uncle Lin, you're joking. I'm going out to stretch my body and do some work. I can't stay in bed forever, right?"
"Well said!" Lin Bao smacked his lips, his eyes sweeping over Garcia lying on the ground, his tone filled with disdain. "You're much better than this loser. You only know how to stir up trouble and spend the station's money lying around all day. You should have been beaten to death by Liu Bi."
In just a few words, Cheng Ye realized how "ferocious" the vanguard of the Eastern camp was.
Different from Zhou Changhai who is cold and scheming.
Lin Bao's disdain for Westerners is visible to the naked eye, and he does not hide his protectiveness towards the inspectors from his own Eastern camp.
Moreover, according to the information provided by Luo Xiaoxue, Lin Bao is a well-known pragmatist. It was only after he was promoted to the fifth-term prosecutor that he gradually became involved in the vortex of power struggle.
After all, at this position, power has reached its ceiling, and the only thing left to pursue is a breakthrough in personal strength.
Being able to become extraordinary as soon as possible and climb up to the top of Happiness City step by step is the tacitly understood goal of all the inspectors of the fifth phase.
When I entered the room, there was a large box piled on the floor.
Lin Bao pointed at the box, and Cheng Ye had no choice but to reach out and open it.
Surprisingly, there were no books inside, but bags of vacuum-packed meat patties, each bag marked 1kg. It was estimated that there were at least fifty bags.
"Beef, top-quality beef. I owe your father a big favor. This is the interest on the favor."
Lin Bao said without any intention of beating around the bush, "If you want me to return it to you, fine. Whenever I carry the flag, I will support you."
"Uncle Lin, you're welcome." Cheng Ye was subconsciously polite.
Unexpectedly, Lin Bao had no intention of responding. He waved his hand and said, "I'm putting this out there. If you can't handle it, then the favor will be forfeited."
"in addition."
He changed the subject, his eyes darkening. "Zhou Changhai is not a good person. Don't get too close to him. You always remember that you are a descendant of the Eastern people, which is good, but he has long forgotten who he is."
After saying that, he turned around and left, as agile as Li Matthew.
When he reached the door, he roared again.
"I told you to practice, why are you running? I've asked the medical staff to remember this: if you can't do 3,000 push-ups today, I'll break your legs and Station Master Harlem won't be able to say anything."
"Yes, Inspector Lin."
Garcia lay on the ground, his voice filled with tears.
Then there was the sound of slapping. Lin Bao slapped Garcia's back twice, then left with a smack of his lips.
Cheng Ye fought with the fusion body to protect the residents, and it was only natural that the checkpoint paid for him after he was injured.
However, Garcia was injured by Liu Bi because of internal fighting in the camp. Infighting consumes resources. In the eyes of old-school prosecutors like Lin Bao, this money is a pure waste.
When closing the door, Cheng Ye glanced down.
My goodness, if looks could kill, Garcia would have killed him a thousand times.
"Do it well, don't be lazy, I'm counting too."
In Garcia's resentful eyes, he chuckled and closed the door with a snap.
Hey, I can’t deal with you, so I’ll just piss you off!
Six o'clock in the evening.
Garcia barely finished doing 3,000 push-ups, not daring to slack off on any of them.
Just as he slammed the door with a gasp, the elevator to the fifth floor slowly opened.
Boom.
There was a knock on the door.
"Xiaokang?"
Cheng Ye opened the door and was shocked.
Wang Kang's body was covered with footprints, his eyes were bruised, and the corners of his mouth were broken and bleeding. He looked like he had just come down from the ring.
Dalong, who was following behind him, looked embarrassed and was about to explain by rubbing his hands.
Wang Kang stiffened his neck and spoke first, his voice a little hoarse, "Brother Cheng, I want to train. Take me to train!"
"Good, very good!"
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