This city simulation game can affect reality.

After determining the course of action, the Hita Resort split into three groups and began preparing for the final blow to the chemical plant.

Old Zhou assigned the task of finding the victimized villagers to several of his more astute supervisors.

After much consideration, the task of communicating with the media fell to Sun Hong, the business department manager.

Although her main job is in finance and marketing.

But for Shita now, taking on multiple roles is just routine.

As for Lao Zhou himself, he was having a final negotiation with the inside man in the chemical plant.

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Longding Mountain, Jinping Village.

"Uncle Lin, how have you been lately?"

As one of Lao Zhou's most capable subordinates, Zhao Ze is one of the few locals from Longding Mountain.

Although he and Lin Shanhe, the person he was trying to persuade today, were from neighboring villages, they had met a few times since the two villages were not far apart.

"You are... Zewazi?"

Before the sun had risen, Lin Shanhe was about to take his sickle to the field and cut the weeds around the crops.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw this unfamiliar face.

"You actually remember me."

Zhao Ze's face lit up with surprise. This expression was exaggerated, but it wasn't entirely feigned.

Since starting work at the resort, Zhao Ze has only been home a handful of times a year, and he hasn't interacted with people from his hometown in a long time.

After exchanging pleasantries with a smile, Lin Shanhe understood that the other party wouldn't come to his home without a reason, so he led the young man into his home and served him tea and water.

"Uncle Lin, have you heard anything about the Xinglong Chemical Plant lately?"

Not wanting to waste the other party's time, Zhao Ze got straight to the point.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Shanhe's skin turned from light to dark, and finally a large area of ​​it turned red.

His hand, which was about to brew tea, trembled slightly, and he finally put down the tea bag: "That damn Fang You, the day I heard he was punished, I was the first to applaud."

Lin Shanhe grinned, the veins on his neck bulging: "Who would have thought that this bastard would have such great power? He could even withstand the iron fist that the state was throwing down on him."

The harshness in his tone was so strong that even a three-year-old child passing by could hear it.

According to the information provided by Lao Zhou, this Uncle Lin is one of the villagers who were most oppressed by Fang You.

He had a son late in life and raised him with great care. However, while working at a chemical plant, he was crushed to death by a collapsing iron frame.

After her son's early death, his wife also suffered from nervous breakdown due to excessive grief and eventually passed away last year.

Over the years, Lin Shanhe had considered seeking redress from the chemical plant, but unfortunately, the plant was a large and powerful entity that employed many people who did illegal work.

How could an honest and simple farmer like him compare to someone like Fang You, who had been navigating the world for many years, in terms of skill and experience?

Even demanding basic compensation has become a luxury.

Lin Shanhe was not the kind of spineless coward. After seeing Fang You's attitude, he also considered fighting to the death with him.

However, in Jinping Village, both the village officials and the villagers with a voice all have intricate connections with the chemical plant.

To put it bluntly, even if he wanted to die together with Fang You, he would have to see him first.

Moreover, in previous years, there was a wife at home who had lost the ability to take care of herself and needed to be looked after.

Even if his enemy were standing right in front of him, Lin Shanhe would still have to consider the consequences for his wife.

Now that his wife and son are gone, Lin Shanhe has become truly childless.

But his status remained unchanged; apart from a pair of hands capable of wielding a sickle, he seemed to have nothing else.

"Uncle Lin..."

Over the years, Zhao Ze had heard about Lin Shanhe's deeds, but as a fellow countryman, he could do nothing more than offer a few words of sympathy to those around him over tea and meals.

"Zewa, you didn't come here today just to talk to me about the supervisory team, did you?"

It is obvious that Lin Shanhe is just as concerned about the chemical plant as he is about the resort.

He might be waiting too.

Once everyone forgets that he is a man who has suffered injustice.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity to completely bury Fang You underground.

In a sense, this coincides with the resort's strategy.

However, their ultimate expectations differ: one is legal, and the other is physical.

"It seems you know all this..."

Zhao Ze, who had prepared a lot of talking points, seemed to have no use for them now.

"Of course I know... I have no reason not to know..."

At this point, Lin Shanhe's emotions became increasingly difficult to control, and he clenched his fist and punched his thigh hard.

Over the years, no one could understand the repression he had felt in his heart.

"Tell me, did you come to me this time to have me kill Fang You? If you can get me to him, I'll risk my life to send him to meet the King of Hell!"

Although he didn't know where Zhao Ze was working now, Lin Shanhe could vaguely guess his purpose from the few words he had just heard.

"Please calm down... let me tell you."

Zhao Ze moved closer to Uncle Lin, knowing that no amount of comforting would be of any use.

Therefore, a simple description is sufficient.

After a conversation, Lin Shanhe understood what he meant.

Upon hearing that Zhao Ze's "higher-ups" wanted to take action against the chemical plant, Lin Shanhe could no longer hold back her tears.

He looked at the portraits of his wife and children in the corner of the living room and cried out, "Ah Lei, Hong'er, I've finally waited for this..."

Looking at this man who had been cruelly treated by fate, Zhao Ze remained silent, politely waiting for the other man to vent his emotions.

Things went more smoothly than I expected.

Not only did they gain Lin Shanhe's support, but they also obtained another piece of evidence against the chemical plant.

"Zewa, as long as you can defeat Fang You, I'll do anything you ask Lin Shanhe to do."

Lin Shanhe wiped his eyes with his arm, then knelt down and leaned towards Zhao Ze, holding his hand tightly.

The rest was simple. Following Lao Zhou's instructions, Zhao Ze gave Lin Shanhe some advice and then took his leave.

A few days later, the other colleagues who had also been assigned the task of winning over the villagers came to report back.

Things were not as difficult as Lao Zhou had worried.

These villagers were all pitiful people who had suffered great injustice. Most of them didn't even need any persuasion; they expressed their willingness to cooperate with just a word.

For many years, all the villagers needed was a guide to show them the way.

Although Chen Jun deliberately asked everyone to conceal the resort's identity, the victims all knew that a force was fighting against the chemical plant.

Now that these large hands, hidden in the shadows, are willing to vouch for me, the last trace of fear in my heart has naturally disappeared.

However, according to Chen Jun's plan, the next two things are the main event of this decisive battle.