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Chapter 455. The Post-Savior (2)

"That's roughly my plan."

In the conference room, Chen Xinran sat in the head seat, followed by several leaders including Zuo Siquan from the Western Dream Pavilion, Xie Yan from the Central Plains Carnival Domain, and Yin Ju from the Eastern Bin Canglan Republic.

With integration into the new world imminent, the group reached an agreement to cooperate and jointly address the new social system of the other world.

They are gathered here today because they were summoned by Chen Xinran, the leader of the Central City.

After listening to Chen Xinran's plan, the director of the Water Resources Bureau, holding a black thermos and wearing an executive jacket, asked the following question:
"So you're saying you plan to use advanced experiences from another world to reform our agricultural technology and produce new crops?"

Chen Xinran nodded, her gaze sweeping over everyone present:

"exactly."

She just convened a meeting of several leaders, and the main topic of discussion was the ongoing global famine.

Based on her observations, she discovered that the land conditions in this other world were not entirely the same as the world she lived in after the apocalypse.

This means that the wizarding world was once rife with pollution, but for some unknown reason, the pollution disappeared, gods descended, and it became what it is today.

Chen Xinran was unaware of the changes that occurred in between, and had no interest in them.

What interests her is that, despite using the same soil, the crop yields in the wizarding world are several times higher than here, enough to feed the people.

Meanwhile, in their own world, there are very few agronomists left, agricultural technology research is seriously lagging behind the times, and famine has almost become a common problem.

Because of this stark contrast, Chen Xinran couldn't help but wonder if the agricultural technology of the Wizarding World could be introduced to the Talent World.

However, introducing technology is not an easy task.

The wizarding world is a society of faith, a place where everyone is a believer. No one is willing to leave their domain of faith, abandon their god, and live in a city-state in another world.

Although she knew it was impossible, Chen Xinran still did not give up. Instead, she sent her subordinates to follow the trend of traveling to the Wizarding World and go to this new world to gather intelligence.

As it turned out, her insistence was correct.

This is an exceptionally turbulent era. The situation and status quo that she cannot change will be manipulated by top strategists who will stir up trouble and turn the tide.

The scheme orchestrated by the financiers of the Rose Group has brought the entire Vulcan Domain to a standstill.

Chen Xinran also keenly seized this once-in-a-lifetime window of opportunity.

When farmers in the realm were bewildered by unsold grain and the lack of livelihood, she reached out a hand—and eventually, a group of desperate farmers, carrying their unsold grain and the farming skills rooted in their blood, crossed the boundary and came to the central city.

Life-saving food, seeds brimming with vitality, and crucial planting techniques thus trickled into the parched land, beginning to spread throughout the gifted world.

Chen Xinran has summoned the other leaders here because she wants to further promote the new type of food from the other world in the world of talent.

After Yin Ju asked the question, the other two leaders did not raise any objections.

After all, famine is a sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head, and it would be best to find a practical way out.

The three leaders each set off on their return journey with several cartloads of grain.

Before their departure, Chen Xinran invited them to visit the newly established grain experimental field, which she personally supervised.

After inspecting the area, Zuo Siquan and Xie Yan took their leave.

Yin Ju stayed a little longer because he had a past relationship with Chen Xinran.

"I never expected this."

Yin Ju took a sip of the warm goji berry tea in his cup, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the new green of the experimental field in the distance:
“A few years ago, when the apocalypse had just begun, I picked up that little girl on my way because of Chen Tong… Now she has become the leader of the Central City and accomplished such a great feat.”

The wind swept across the fields, lifting a few stray hairs from his forehead.

Those eyes were still young, but the emotions that had settled deep within them were like a bottomless pool.

"If Chen Tong were alive today, he would be very pleased to see you like this."

Chen Xinran smiled faintly. The passing of a loved one is like a long, damp rain, seeping in silently over the years.

Hearing this name again from an old friend at this moment, the sorrow that has been weighed down by the years still quietly creeps into my heart.

But she quickly composed herself and said softly:
"I never imagined that Elder Yin of the War Alliance back then would become the chairman of the Canglan Republic today."

A familiar yet unfamiliar title reached Yin Ju's ears, causing him to pause for a moment.

The past battles and entanglements flashed before his eyes, and in the end, he simply shook his head, a complex smile appearing on his face.

"Yes. It seems that we have all found our place over a long enough period of time."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank the remaining tea in his cup, then nodded slightly to Chen Xinran:

"It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first. I wish Lord Chen all the best."

Chen Xinran also returned the gift in a very formal manner:
"Lord Yin, I also wish you a bright future."

Yin Ju boarded the white SUV that belonged to Haidu.

As the engine hummed, Chen Xinran's figure gradually shrank in the rearview mirror. Eventually, the prosperous central city behind her merged into a faint ink-colored streak on the horizon.

He turned around, leaned back in his chair, and calmly sipped a mouthful of warm goji berry tea.

The familiar taste evoked even more familiar memories, pulling him back to three years ago.

On a similarly rainy day, a white SUV was bumping and jolting through the torrential rain.

Who could have predicted that the girl in the white dress on the bus back then would become the leader of the Central City today?

Outside the car window, in the desolate wilderness washed by torrential rain, the encounter with the later Sword Master also began on that ordinary yet extraordinary rainy day.

Perhaps the wheel of fate was quietly turned a notch on that rainy afternoon.

From then on, the gears meshed and roared forward, carving out the future that no one could have predicted.

……

To return to Haidu from Zhongjian City, Yin Ju first had to travel by off-road vehicle through hundreds of miles of wilderness, and then transfer to a ferry to cross Mirror Bay.

After several days of travel, when the ferry finally broke through the morning mist and slowly entered the iconic mega-port of the sea city, the moist sea breeze carrying the familiar salty smell rushed towards us.

He was leaning on the railing, gazing into the distance as the outline of the checkpoint tower gradually became clearer in the dim morning light, when a clear, cheerful greeting fell unexpectedly from the sky above—

"Yin Ju, good morning!"

The sound was all too familiar, piercing through the low hum of the ferry engine and the roar of the waves, striking his ears.

Hearing the sound, Yin Ju turned around, his gaze piercing through the misty water vapor and morning light, and saw a striking white figure standing in mid-air on a sword, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes:
"Jiang Jianxin? You're back?"

The white-robed swordsman stood firmly on his longsword, as steady as a pine tree amidst the high-altitude air currents.

The sea breeze tousled a few strands of her unbound hair, yet her demeanor remained carefree and unrestrained.

A slight smile played on her lips, her voice carried on the wind:
"Yes. Your boat is too slow."

She paused briefly, as if in a hurry, then waved casually at him:

I'll take my leave now, and we can talk again later!

Before the words were finished, there was a soft "whoosh" sound as the person and sword transformed into a streak of light, sweeping straight across the harbor and disappearing into the boundless blue sky in an instant, leaving no trace.

Some readers asked about the female lead's age. Actually, after her first death and subsequent resurrection, she was no longer a normal human, and her age was frozen at that time; it won't increase any further.

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