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Chapter 295 Cooperation (1)

As one of the largest survivor settlements in Jiangbei District, any incident in Wanhao District would quickly spread to other settlements, especially among those farm owners who frequently traded here, they were terrified.

Although they were ostensibly in an equal trading relationship with Wanhao District, their actual strengths were far from equal.

The survivors at a large farm would at most number two to three hundred people.

Most of them were slaves who had been bought.

To suppress these wretched fellows who could potentially rebel against their oppression at any time, the farm owners kept a strict watch over the slaves, even the spoons used for eating had to be made of plastic.

If any slave were found hiding any metal objects, they would be expelled immediately or killed and thrown into a cesspool.

After all, there were always plenty of survivors willing to work on the farms for a bite to eat.

Sometimes, they didn't even need slave traders.

Many people came voluntarily.

It was precisely because of the farm owners' vigilance against the slaves that the overall strength of these farms was actually far inferior to settlements of similar size in the city.

Their comfortable lives today were almost entirely due to the rural advantage of fewer people and more land.

A few survivors from the same village would band together and occupy the land.

Then, they suddenly became farm owners.

With the relatively abundant food storage in the countryside and suburban areas, these farm owners naturally became wealthy and powerful. Every time they came to Wanhao District, they were either buying guns or slaves, behaving very aggressively.

But now, hearing that the water purification plant that could compete with Li Wanhao was destroyed by a horde of rats overnight, they all panicked.

This panic was fueled further by the exaggerated tales of a few survivors who had fled from Wanhao District.

They were all ants on a hot pan.

Some, trying to strengthen their forces by arming these slaves who served them like pigs and dogs, soon found that a sizable farm had erupted in rebellion.

The original farm owners were all slaughtered cleanly by these slaves who had acquired weapons and had their fill.

Then, they began to declare their sovereignty to the outside.

This fiasco immediately frightened other farm owners who had thought to imitate them, with nobody daring to raise the issue of giving slaves weapons and food anymore. Instead, they intensified their brutal treatment of these pitiful people who were once their kin.

It was at this time that the people from Jiangbei Base found them.

A few minutes later, the guard returned, gesturing for them to follow him inside, and promptly Big Beard and Hou Shubin were led into a spartan conference room.

Inside sat several farm leaders, all appearing healthily rosy-cheeked and robust.

One could guess they were all doing quite well for themselves.

The one in charge was a middle-aged man, his brows revealing a fierce determination.

He sized up the two men and said coldly, "I'm the owner here, surname Liu. I'm already aware of the purpose of Jiangbei Base's visit, so tell me, what can you offer?"

"Safety,"

"the kind of safety that will enable you not to sleep with your eyes open anymore."

There was no fear on Big Beard's face, instead, there was a strong confidence, as if he already knew the outcome of this conversation.

The men on the other side looked at each other, skepticism written all over their faces.

Then the man surnamed Liu scoffed and said,

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think my place isn't safe?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the two guards at the door immediately raised their shotguns, but they aimed at a woman who was pouring water for everyone.

Seeing this, the woman's legs went soft, and she sat down on the ground, causing the others to burst out laughing.

Another man, who was wiping the floor in the corner, also trembled with fear. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Clearly, these two were slaves of the farm.

But Big Beard saw clearly that beneath the fear in the eyes of these two slaves, there was a deep-seated hatred. Given any chance, these farm owners sitting in the conference room would likely meet with a grim fate.

Such slaves were numerous in the farm, dozens of them currently laboring under the watchful eyes of the guards.

In the fields of the farm, only dry stalks were left.

But inside the greenhouses, it was a verdant scene.

On the way here, Big Beard had already made inquiries and knew that this farm supplied vegetables to Wanhao District, mostly produced in the greenhouses.

Rarity brings value, and now these lush green vegetables were all quite precious.

Even in Wanhao District, only a select few could enjoy them.