The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2678: Evil people have their own trials and tribulations

While the town of Mingxi was passionately discussing the Fengxian attack incident, Base 3/7 was experiencing its second explosive growth in population and size since the Great Cataclysm. Unlike the so-called wartime regulations that mandated at least one of your money or your life to be handed over to the state, this was even a spontaneous act—

For the resident population, entrusting their families to the 3/7 base and then ceremoniously embarking on the journey to Jingnan is far more dignified and worthwhile than being torn apart and personally sent away by the leap storm; as for the non-resident population, the unlucky ones on the orbital line have never had the most basic right to bark about where they will be in the next second.

After tens of millions of people were beaten so badly by the storm's vortex arm that they were unrecognizable, the "Stationary Metaphysical Measurement Method" on the forum was finally elevated to an undeserved height. Compared to the little bastard's ruthless extermination and execution of his entire family, even the unnamed "Magician" seemed so kind and approachable.

Ten days, just ten days.

More than one and a half small goals' worth of people have already voluntarily joined the management framework of various bases, and are working frantically at an average daily increase of over one million. The external liaison and resettlement departments are like ants on a hot pan or nuclear-powered donkeys on a millstone.

The near-manic siphoning of population and resources has left every base exhausted. Even the subordinates can't withstand the sleepless nights; they're just gritting their teeth and holding on while on drugs.

At least one-third of the original inhabitants of Base 3/7 were transferred and given only a little training before being directly packaged and sent to remote and obscure places for organization and supervision. Because the whole process was too hasty and careless, they were only realized to their dismay after they had already been thrown into the recall channel subspace channel transmission node.

“@#￥%…”

While in the office, a nightmare struck. Feng Yuanqing muttered incoherent words that no one could understand, and sat up abruptly.

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

As Jiang Tu, wearing high heels and carrying a stack of documents, opened and closed the office door, Feng Yuanqing almost felt as if he had glimpsed a corner of a telecom fraud call center.

“Boss, this, this, and this, all these documents need to be reviewed and signed before 3 o’clock. You need to give guidance on these now. You have video conferences at 3 o’clock, 3:30, and 4:15. At 5 o’clock, President Bei wants to see you. Commander Zhao said—” Jiang Tu suddenly stopped speaking: “Shave yourself. Why haven’t you taken the supplements and medicine I gave you? Do you want to eat them now, or should I order you some food?”

For once, Feng Yuanqing showed a hint of weakness in front of Jiang Tu, his lips trembling: "Would it seem stupid if I said I had already done all this work in my dream?"

Jiang Tu pursed her lips: "Boss, don't talk nonsense. You've only slept for half an hour. How could you possibly finish it?"

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Feng Yuanqing leaned his head on the table, tearing at his uniform with his hands and letting out a frantic wail. The man in his thirties was forced to look twenty or thirty years younger. Suddenly, he raised his head sharply: "You didn't see anything! Right?"

“It’s already been filmed.” Jiang Tu tapped on her phone screen rapidly, her face expressionless. “Commander Zhao said in the work group that the fleet encountered an anomaly. You don’t need to wait anymore. Casualties are under control, but food supplies are in danger.”

After clothes, even hair couldn't escape Feng Yuanqing's clutches. The minister cursed a string of curses, composed himself, and picked up a pen: "Give me the document. Tell him that this batch of supplies is for the families of the first batch of soldiers. If they don't see anything by midnight tonight, have that guy surnamed Zhao lead his troops to snatch it from the people who just arrived in the last two days!"

"Oh." Jiang Tu took two steps forward, put down the documents, and sorted out a bunch of goldfish products and large pills developed by the Academy of Sciences in his palm: "Just use this tonic soup to help it down, boss, how long has it been since you ate anything?"

Feng Yuanqing arched his face, and the wild boar began to eat, crunching loudly: "I don't know, I don't remember. The boxed lunch I had last time was pretty good. Let's have another one. Hmm, two servings for everyone upstairs."

Jiang Tu said weakly, "The boxed lunch? That boxed lunch was delivered by Aunt Kong when she organized people to provide relief. It wasn't an executive meal, and it happened the day before yesterday. Boss, you're already out of your mind. You need to rest."

"They won't die." Feng Yuanqing cursed at the document: "Send this one back. Don't these people have brains? The revised version that was completed in fifteen minutes didn't appear on my desk. I'll send everyone in room 1107 to stand night watch on the ring road!"

"Oh"

"Why don't you leave?"

Jiang Tu pouted, stood behind Feng Yuanqing, and reached out to press on his shoulder: "You're going to kill me like this. Don't move. Your muscles are so stiff!"

Feng Yuanqing looked around in a panic, thinking to himself, "Why am I so stiff? I'm just nervous." He said, "Ahem, I'm fine. Um, could you go to the cafeteria and get me some food? I'm hungry now."

"It has already been called."

"What are you doing now?"

"Go to the inner room."

"Hey, my coat."

"Stop talking nonsense! Lie down properly!" Jiang Tu got annoyed and slammed Feng Yuanqing onto the single bunk bed with a snap. The way he casually grabbed Feng Yuanqing's knee and put it on his lower back: "Don't be so tense. Let me loosen your bones. Hey, it won't kill you. I've learned how!"

"No...it's me! Ouch!"

"Okay, one more time!"

"Boom!"

A dozen minutes later, Jiang Tu returned from outside with a boxed lunch. Looking at Feng Yuanqing, whose shirt was soaked with sweat and who was lying there motionless, snoring, a smile gradually crept onto her lips. She snapped a few photos and sent them to the group chat, adding an emoji: "Hmph~"

Hongcui, Boss Feng's former secretary: "Oh, you're eating so well today?"

"Just a massage to loosen the bones!" Jiang Tu typed furiously: "Sis, I think I've messed up, he seems to be 1.4!"

"If it's 1.4, then it's not small at all!"

"sister"

"Alright, alright, I know him too well. He's just playing dead. Go turn him over, there's a surprise! Tsk tsk, to be fair, although the boss isn't much of a guy, his physique is quite impressive, much better than my deadbeat husband. It's alright to take a look now and then!"

"Sis, when are you coming back? If Feng keeps going like this, he's really going to die. Either he will, or those guys outside will."

"Tomorrow, I'll tell the boss that I'm going back on conditions: I have to bring my baby with me. The little rascal isn't weaned yet!"

"Sister Hongcui, you should at least tone it down a bit." Jiang Tu put away her phone, walked over, and nudged Feng Yuanqing's arm: "Boss? Boss!"

"Slurp." Feng Yuanqing rolled over, hurriedly wiping his mouth: "Did I fall asleep again? Or were you already holding me down to death?"

Jiang Tu was indeed pleasantly surprised, and blushed: "You...you remember to eat something, I still have to deliver some documents. I'm off!"

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Feng Yuanqing lowered his head and then raised it again, his eyes blank, his smile seemingly filled with bitterness. Half a lifetime of fame, a single Qing Dynasty official.

evening.

Feng Yuanqing led Jiang Tu and pushed open the door to Bei Zhikang's office. As usual, the room was filled with smoke. When he took two steps forward and suddenly pulled a face out of the smoke, he finally understood how Jiang Tu felt when she saw him. She was really startled: "Boss, are you alright?"

Bei Zhikang's hair was already white down to the tips of his eyebrows, his skin was wrinkled and withered, and he looked like a zombie: "He's here, just in time. Yangzi just went out, and there were a few groups of people blocking someone's way and taking advantage of the situation. They ran away quickly, so he'll be busy for a while when he gets there."

Feng Yuanqing frowned: "These guys really won't learn their lesson until they see the coffin!" "As for Yangzi, they probably won't get a chance to get such a good thing as a coffin." Bei Zhikang stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray: "How's resource allocation going? Any difficulties?"

Looking at Bei Zhikang's condition, Feng Yuanqing pointed at Jiang Tu behind his back. Jiang Tu immediately withdrew and closed the door behind him. "It's alright, we can't go hungry for now, but some of the newcomers have a lot of complaints about us accepting their things. I'll handle these things."

"Hmm," Bei Zhikang casually picked up a pill from the table and put it in his mouth, chewing it absentmindedly. "If you can't bring yourself to do it, then let Pang Zi go. That bastard is full of foul language, but he's a master at reasoning."

Feng Yuanqing finally asked cautiously, "What's the situation over there now?"

Bei Zhikang frowned even deeper: "The entrance has been slightly contaminated and leaked, but it's largely under control. Xiao Licang is blocking the exit over there, so the Zerg can't cause any major trouble for the time being. However, neither our people nor those from the America Federation can break in right now. After several aftershocks, more than half of the people we sent there have been wiped out."

"The Chinese Academy of Sciences and Monroe?"

"There's no movement for now. There's no use in getting anxious about this. Keep an eye on the people, don't put too much pressure on them, prioritize resource allocation, and make sure their safety is guaranteed."

"Where is Instructor Rao now?"

"She's busier than us with the national defense network of hundreds and thousands of bases. When you leave, tell the outsiders to double the security for Ms. Jin. She absolutely, positively, absolutely cannot have any problems. She's the person who can't afford to have any issues right now!"

With a bang, the door must have been kicked.

"Aunt Jin is perfectly fine!" Qin Zhenzhen stormed in, while Suo Zhihui leaned against the door frame, also blocking the path of Wu Nansen, who, seeing the situation was not good, was as agile as a lion despite his advanced age. The princess followed Wu Nansen's back with a deep gaze: "Grandpa Wu, where do you want to go?"

Wu Nansen coughed: "Ah, well, once you get older, you actually go to the bathroom quite frequently—"

Qin Zhenzhen: "Are you as talkative as me?"

Bei Zhikang: "Pfft"

"why are you laughing?"

Did I laugh? No, I didn't laugh!

"Pfft~"

Okay, now everyone in the conference room is laughing.

Qin Zhenzhen rushed to the table, lifted a stack of thick files, and laid out boxes of boxed lunches and tonic soups: "Aunt Kong prepared these for you all a long time ago, come and eat!"

Bei Zhikang nodded and bowed, smiling obsequiously, "Yes, yes, everyone come and eat. Zhenzhen, you mentioned Jin Yujing earlier?"

"I told you not to worry about it. Tch, you know my boss's little girlfriend is coming over!" Qin Zhenzhen said curtly. "Let Aunt Jin and Aunt Kong stay with us. There's no one on the hot spring mountain right now anyway!"

Bei Zhikang: "Ahhh! Yes, yes, yes! Okay, okay!"

"Hey you—" Qin Zhenzhen waved towards the door: "Oh, it's you today. You're that Xiao Wang, right? Give this old man a few needles to clean bottles and get the thickest needles in return!"

Comrade Xiao Wang, in his thirties, carrying a medicine box, was overjoyed, as if spring had finally arrived. He practically stumbled in, looking at Qin Zhenzhen as if she were his savior. With the incredible speed of flipping ten ampoules in a second, he prepared the medicine and, in a few swift movements, had already hung up more than a dozen bags of IV drips on each of the old men, including Bei, Wu, and the old strategist.

"This...this..." Bei Zhikang, with seven or eight transparent tubes hanging from his arms, felt a little embarrassed: "Isn't this a bit excessive?"

"Someone, feed Master Bei!"

"I...I can do it myself."

Qin Zhenzhen curled her lips in disdain. Turning around, she saw Jiang Tu, who had shaken her over, winking at her. So she pointed at Feng Yuanqing and said, "Is there anything left? Order it. Boss Bei is treating!"

"Yes! Absolutely!" The last dentist was hospitalized after being angered by Old Man Bei, so Comrade Wang, who took the fall, finally got his fill of needlework today, his needlework flowing smoothly: "Miss Zhenzhen, I heard that Goldfish Pharmaceuticals has a new product, specifically developed for older people like the boss."

"Oh, I know that. It's for prolonging life, but I think the side effects are a little bit severe!" Qin Zhenzhen handed Comrade Xiao Wang a boxed lunch: "Here, Aunt Kong made it. Same food. If any wounded soldiers in your company are not in good condition, you can contact them over there."

"Oh, thank you, Miss Zhenzhen!" Comrade Xiao Wang quickly took the call, then checked the IV drip situation one last time. He took off his gloves and, while breaking chopsticks, said, "How bad is the situation? Like, life-threatening?"

"Wait a minute, let me ask," Qin Zhenzhen tapped on her phone, then gave a number and glanced at Bei Zhikang: "Actually, that medicine could have been administered, but their bodies are weak, they're old, and their bloodlines are terrible. If it were a step up, they could actually counteract the side effects themselves."

Bei Zhikang's eyes widened: "I'm in great shape! I used to beat someone like Wu Nansen so badly that he had to call me daddy with just one hand and one foot!"

Wu Nansen slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, the water pipe swaying wildly: "A hero doesn't even mention his past glories, you disrespectful old man! Come on, come on, if you have the guts, come here and try it now. I'll beat the shit out of you if I don't!"

Qin Zhenzhen: "emmmm"

Given the current state of the Bei Lao silver coins, what Mr. Wu said is true.

After stopping the old folks from their spittle-spraying rant, Qin Zhenzhen frantically typed out cryptic code on her phone, saying, "I have a team-building event tonight, it's really important. Comrade Xiao Wang, you stay here and keep an eye on them. I'll bring you braised rabbit heads and roasted pigeons!"

Comrade Xiao Wang: "Alright~"

"And what about us? And what about us?"

"Exactly, everyone who sees it gets a share!"

"Eh"

Bei Zhikang and Wu Nansen asked incessantly, and even the old staff officer couldn't help but glance over. Their meals were usually controlled too tightly by Aunt Kong and her gang, and that person was a heavyweight who couldn't be offended at all. In short, it had been a long time since they had smelled such a rare treat.

"One for each of you, no more than that. And if Aunt Kong asks, you'll be the ones to take the blame!"

"good good good good!"

"I swear on my Party spirit! I would never betray my comrades! But that guy surnamed Wu might be a different story!"

"Could I bring a bottle of beer?"

Qin Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and sneered, "Don't push your luck!"

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