Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

The next ten days.

Lu Fan spends his free time fishing by the sea.

After about 140 swings, my palms developed new calluses, but in return, my resources and panel data skyrocketed.

【当前垂钓次数：252/300、熟练值：636/1000、精神值：97/150】

Although 80% of these supplies are basic life-use items and not very useful.

Fortunately, the remaining 20% ​​of high-quality and technologically advanced supplies brought hope to Lu Fan.

Most of the high-tech materials are composite, cutting-edge materials, which Lu Fan plans to keep for future ship upgrades.

As for the superior-grade supplies, excluding the miscellaneous items, some of the blueprints alone would be enough to bring about a complete transformation of this quagmire.

into the night.

The once pitch-black slum is now illuminated by seven or eight bright streetlights standing on both sides of the dirt road.

Those are streetlights made using the [Photovoltaic Energy Storage Streetlight Blueprint]. The cool white LED light pierces the darkness, allowing homeless people to come out and move around even at night, increasing their sense of security.

In the center of the slum, there is a uniquely shaped square monument.

Many people are holding buckets and queuing in an orderly manner.

This is a water filtration device made using the [Water Purification Monument Blueprint].

Its surface is covered with nano-sized water-absorbing pores, which can capture moisture from the air and collect rainwater or seawater. Through a triple filtration system, it can be used directly for domestic water.

Although it cannot be drunk directly, boiling it can eliminate most bacteria, making it suitable for emergency use.

In addition, the nauseating smell of urine on both sides of the road has disappeared.

The dirty urine and excrement in the nooks and crannies along the roadside were cleaned up by the crowd.

People no longer relieve themselves anywhere; instead, they all gather at the end of the slum to do so.

A public dry toilet was built here, and below the toilet, a device made using the [Ecological Organic Matter Conversion Chamber Blueprint] was installed.

It can effectively process the excrement of refugees. After being electrified and specially treated, it can not only produce high-concentration odorless nutrient solution for subsequent planting fertilizer, but also produce biogas, which can be transported to the central canteen for cooking.

The central canteen, as the name suggests, is a place where people eat from a large pot.

Here is a large integrated stove with a diameter of two meters, featuring a special design, manufactured by [Energy-Concentrating Smokeless Honeycomb Stove Blueprint].

A huge pot on the stove was steaming, and next to it, a water tank was bubbling away.

The four people were stirring the thick seaweed, fish, and potato soup in the pot together with cooking utensils.

"Line up! Everyone line up! Anyone who cuts in line won't get dinner tonight!"

Those once arrogant young hooligans now have red ribbons wrapped around their arms, hold large soup ladles in their hands, and look smug.

Hundreds of refugees, holding broken bowls, stared longingly at the large pot, their Adam's apples bobbing in unison.

After eating cookies and bread for who knows how long, I never thought I'd be able to eat a hot meal again in my life!

On the edge of the slum, two high-pressure waste brick-making machines were running tirelessly, as workers dumped silt and construction debris dredged from the seabed into them.

Click, buzz—

With the squeezing sound of the hydraulic rods, hard and compact gray bricks were ejected one by one.

Those leaky tin sheds are being demolished and replaced by smaller, warmer, and sturdier brick houses.

Moreover, there was even a faint smell of chlorine in the air.

Right next to the brick-making machine, an electrolytic seawater disinfectant manufacturing machine was in operation.

Using a simple electrochemical reaction, seawater can be poured in and electricity applied to produce a high concentration of sodium hypochlorite disinfectant, commonly known as 84 disinfectant.

In this filthy and chaotic slum, this is a miraculous water that can prevent plagues and disinfect!

In addition, some equipment blueprints have not been scheduled for production.

After all, the creation of blueprints requires massive material support.

Aside from the materials Lu Fan already possessed and those purchased on the island, the remaining materials would need to be collected by the slum diving team.

The diving team led by Wang Ying has expanded to thirty people.

Wearing basic diving suits provided by Lu Fan, these greenhorns descended into the nearby shallow waters and, like worker ants, collected various materials and garbage washed ashore by the currents every day. They then carried them up for recycling, forming a stable raw material recycling production line to manufacture more blueprint equipment.

Similarly, in order to ensure a stable power supply, Lu Fan specifically asked the Lei family to use twenty potatoes to run a power line to connect the power supply. Afterwards, as long as enough points are paid, even the slums can use the precious power resources.

……

One afternoon, when Lei Hu came to inspect the circuit, he looked at the drastically changed Dongdao refugee slum and couldn't help but gape in astonishment.

"Brother Lu... what are you doing..."

He pointed to the streetlights, then to the strange water purification monument, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Lu Fan was squatting on the ground inspecting a freshly baked gray brick. He patted the dust off his hands and laughed, "Brother Lei, I've had the balance for the twenty potatoes packed up for you!"

Lei Hu didn't listen to Lu Fan's words. He kept his voice down and his eyes were full of horror.

"My God, these people!"

He pointed to a group of refugees in the distance who were chanting slogans as they carried logs.

Those guys who used to have blank stares and look like walking corpses now have eyes shining, sweat on their faces, and work like they're out of their minds.

Some of them even had their hands blistered, but they just wiped them on their clothes and continued carrying bricks, with a strange sense of satisfaction on their faces.

"Brother Lu, what you're doing isn't supporting refugees, is it?!"

Lei Hu swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine. "I'd believe you if you said you were raising assassins!"

Lu Fan said calmly, taking the towel Zhang Xiaomin handed him and wiping his hands. "Brother Lei, you're overthinking it. I'm just giving them hope, letting everyone live like human beings!"

Lei Hu gave Lu Fan a deep look.

Like a person?

In this world where people are treated like animals, very few people can offer this kind of respect.

If anyone dares to touch Lu Fan now, these hundreds of refugees will definitely tear that person to pieces with their lives!

This kind of cohesion is unmatched even by the mercenaries of the major families who are paid to do things!

At this moment, Lei Hu was very fortunate to have made Lu Fan his friend. This man was not to be underestimated; his future potential was far greater than what he had gained from this small slum!

……

After this period of development.

The population of the slum has surged to over two hundred.

Many refugees from other islands wanted to come here to seek refuge.

Lu Fan set a standard: whether it was the elderly or children, men or women, as long as they could work and had skills, they would all be hired.

They were made to weave and sew clothes, forge iron and forge tools, twist hemp ropes, weave fishing nets, take care of children, collect garbage, and so on, so that the slums could produce their own industrial value.

However, as productivity develops, problems also arise.

The small warehouse was filled with goods made from waste materials.

Although most of them were very practical, the refugees were penniless and couldn't afford them, nor were they willing to use them.

With domestic demand saturated, relying solely on labor exchange will not result in a genuine increase in money supply.

To get rich, you must earn foreign exchange.

So Lu Fan set his sights on the island's wealthy residents.

He provides the means of production, the migrants provide the labor, and the additional products produced can be sold back to the island to earn money from the island. In this way, the migrant slum can move from poverty to prosperity more quickly.

soon.

Day 11.

There are three days left until the trade fair.

The first thing Lu Fan did after getting up was not to go fishing.

Instead, they gathered Zhang Xiaomin, who was doing her morning exercise, and a few other quick-witted young people together.

Zhang Xiaomin, dressed in loose training clothes, looked puzzled and asked, "What are we going to do?"

Lu Fan smiled and pointed to the wooden cart loaded with goods behind him.

"Let's set up a stall on the inner island!"

"what?"

Zhang Xiaomin was stunned. She looked at the junk on the truck. "Can...can this be sold? Will the residents of the inner island buy these little things?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan!"

Lu Fan smiled mysteriously, took out several sets of clean women's clothes from his bag, and tossed them to Zhang Xiaomin.

"Go find a few pretty girls, have them wash up and dress up!"

He then turned to look at the group of burly young men.

"When you guys get to the inner island later, keep your expressions to yourself, and project a friendly and simple image! Smile at everyone you see, and shout out to them, understand?"

The young men looked at each other, scratching their heads: "Boss, what kind of tactic is this?"

"Don't ask, excellent service, double your salary!"

Lu Fan patted the goods on the wooden cart, his eyes full of confidence.

"We don't compete with the suppliers on the inner islands; we only fill market gaps, operate on a low-profit, high-volume basis, earning a meager living through hard work, and prioritizing service above all else!"

"And I'll invite another VIP guest to bring some clout! Maybe this truckload of goods won't be enough to sell!"

A high-profile guest?

The group was a little stunned, as they didn't know exactly what Lu Fan was going to do.

But seeing his determined look, I didn't ask any more questions and immediately got to work.