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"Old Yan, what brings you here?" At the table, the two clinked glasses and drank in one gulp. Then, Zongzhen Yue asked.

"Of course, it's good news. Let me tell you, the rat feed has been developed." Yan Zhengping's interest was piqued again, and he said with a smile.

"Really? That's great!" Zongzhen Yue said, but he didn't seem very surprised.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zhengping asked, seeing Zongzhen Yue's lack of enthusiasm.

"Sigh! We had another messed up incident in the Southeast Military Region last night," Zongzhen Yue said.

"What happened?" Yan Zhengping asked.

"In Huaizhou City, there are two resettlement camps, one called Huailing Resettlement Camp and the other called Lianshui Resettlement Camp. The mayor of Huaizhou City is Rong Mingda, and he mainly manages Huailing Resettlement Camp. In that case, Lianshui is administratively subordinate to Huailing," Zongzhen Yue said.

Yan Zhengping nodded, without saying a word. This kind of situation is very common; basically, every city has this structure.

"Rong Mingda wants to merge these two resettlement camps, putting them all under Huailing. But Wang Wen from Lianshui isn't willing, so the two sides started arguing," Zongzhen Yue said.

Hearing this, Yan Zhengping couldn't help but frown. He suddenly remembered something.

Three days ago, Xu Zhongshan from Baisha Resettlement Camp in Jingmen City merged Baisha Resettlement Camp with Changjing Resettlement Camp. At that time, he was busy with the feed, and when the soldiers came to report, he didn't pay attention.

After all, this kind of thing is an internal matter of the resettlement camp and has little to do with him.

But today, hearing what Zongzhen Yue said, he suddenly felt like there might be some problems.

"Guess what happened in the end?" Zongzhen Yue asked.

"What happened?" Yan Zhengping asked.

"Rong Mingda killed Wang Wen. And it wasn't just Wang Wen; more than twenty people died in Lianshui Resettlement Camp, all of them shot by Rong Mingda!" Zongzhen Yue said, his eyes wide.

"Hiss! This is not a good sign!" Yan Zhengping said, somewhat surprised.

"It's indeed not a good sign. Logically speaking, we don't need to interfere in the internal affairs of the resettlement camp, but this Rong Mingda is too brutal in handling things. I couldn't help but call and give him a warning," Zongzhen Yue said.

"How did it go? Did he push back?" Yan Zhengping said with a smile.

"Not really, but his attitude was quite firm and overbearing. He said that since the military doesn't want to interfere in local affairs, it's better not to interfere," Zongzhen Yue said.

"This is a dangerous signal!" Yan Zhengping exclaimed.

"That's right. If this situation continues to develop, I'm worried that these resettlement camps will become more and more restless," Zongzhen Yue said.

"Didn't you contact Baili Ji to talk about this matter?" Yan Zhengping asked.

"I contacted him. He said that military intervention wouldn't make much of a difference. The crux of the problem is that we don't have enough resources to manage them. We want to manage, but we can't. If there isn't a significant benefit, these resettlement camps will eventually perish when the ecological crisis breaks out. At that time, it won't be a matter of stable order, but of people eating people," Zongzhen Yue replied.

Yan Zhengping was speechless.

Although the words were cold-blooded, the situation was real.

Who doesn't want the people to live and work in peace? But in the face of nature, in the face of disaster, humanity is so fragile and small.

Military intervention is indeed not a wise move. In the face of survival and interests, everyone is selfish. Military intervention will not only fail to stabilize the situation but will also fall into chaotic infighting.

"According to this situation, internal strife will arise!" Yan Zhengping sighed.

"Yes! We clearly know, we have clearly seen, but we can only watch, unable to do anything. It's really uncomfortable!" Zongzhen Yue picked up a glass of wine and drank it all.

"Let them fight, maybe this way they can find a way to survive," Yan Zhengping shook his head, also picked up a glass of wine, and drank it all.

"What do you mean by that?" Zongzhen Yue asked.

"Crisis, crisis, in crisis there is opportunity. If they want to survive, they will always find a way," Yan Zhengping said with a smile.

"You mean...?" Zongzhen Yue understood somewhat.

"Yes. Without a crisis, why would they be motivated to build underground bases?" Yan Zhengping said.

"Hopefully!" Zongzhen Yue could only comfort himself in this way.

"Don't be so pessimistic. Although we can't interfere, we can always provide some guidance at crucial moments," Yan Zhengping said.

"That's right!" Zongzhen Yue agreed.

When the resettlement camps don't know where to go, a little reminder, pointing out a clear path, maybe they can naturally walk on the road to building underground bases.

If this is really the case, then this can be regarded as the crisis bringing them an opportunity to survive.

"Oh, right, what did you come here for today?" Zongzhen Yue dispelled the depression in his heart and felt better.