Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu never imagined that the legendary roundtable meeting would be so hastily arranged.

The scene was no different from a vegetable market.

Hosted by Hank, the crowd eagerly voiced their opinions, with most accusing Guan Fu of murder, rapism, cannibalism, and other crimes.

The Chinese-American among them shouted the loudest, launching a barrage of attacks, and every time he insulted Guan Fu, he would include terms like "Chinese" in his insults.

Sun Chengwu frowned.

Bai Zhan also expressed his dissatisfaction, saying, "If the so-called round table is just for venting emotions, I don't think we need to stand in the cold wind and discuss this with you."

We need to discuss how to handle the closure.

Instead of being your emotional dumping ground.

The noise finally stopped.

"Does someone like that even deserve to live? I think killing him is the best outcome!" said Lily, the girl with the dreadlocks, radically.

Black people shared the same sentiment: "This kind of person doesn't deserve to live; throw him into the ocean."

Sun Chengwu looked at Li Jianmin and asked, "What do you think?"

Li Jianmin had been standing in the cold wind for a long time and was coughing incessantly. "According to the law, multiple crimes combined also result in the death penalty."

Hank said, "In our America, his behavior would warrant over five hundred years of imprisonment."

Lando opened her mouth with the air of a religious old man: "I believe that God will forgive every sinner."

The black man shouted, "Then send him to Jesus, so that Jesus himself can forgive him!"

In fact, everyone knew what happened to Guan Fu. The reason he still presided over this meeting was to consolidate his power.

The situation was the same at the warehouse, and it was also the same at Sun Chengwu's place.

Before the roundtable meeting, they were just a group of ordinary people.

After the roundtable meeting, they became powerful legislators who controlled the lives and deaths of the survivors.

They are not adversaries, but conspirators.

This was also the main reason why Sun Chengwu and Bai Zhan readily agreed.

After summarizing all the opinions, Hank said, "In that case, considering there is no prison here, he can only be sentenced to death."

Let's take him to the edge of the ice floes and send him to Jesus.

Hank looked at the Chinese-American, squinted, and smiled, "Tang, you wouldn't refuse to be an executioner, would you?"

The Chinese man, referred to as Tang, gave a fawning smile. "With pleasure."

That laugh disgusted Bai Zhan.

He tilted his head and whispered to Sun Chengwu, "It seems they had already discussed this before the meeting started. This Chinese man is obviously that white man's lackey. I hate traitors more than anything in my life."

Sun Chengwu responded in a low voice, "There are people like this everywhere, it's normal. The power in the warehouse should be consolidated, and Hank is the highest authority. This guy is a lawyer, he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve, we definitely can't outsmart him, we have to be careful in the future."

Bai Zhan nodded.

They said three people had come, but Sun Chengwu brought Li Jianmin with him to appease the people in economy class and give them the illusion that they were also involved in the power struggle.

Li Jianmin attended as their representative, and in the future, they can also use Li Jianmin to control them.

Sun Chengwu is learning little by little how to be a person in power.

Chinese-American Tang led two people to Guan Fu.

The blond-haired man and the bearded man looked at Sun Chengwu.

Sun Chengwu nodded. "Hand the man over to him."

Two Chinese men brought by Tang, a Chinese American, escorted Guan Fu toward the shore.

Knowing he was doomed, Guan Fu began to curse and rant at Sun Chengwu and the others.

"Even when I'm dead, I'll haunt you as a ghost!"

"You will all die a horrible death!"

thump!

Guan Fu was pushed off the floating ice.

Bubbles rose on the surface of the sea, and soon Guan Fu sank.

Hank walked up to Bai Zhan, extended his left hand, and said, "It's a pleasure doing business with you."

In his eyes, Bai Zhan's demeanor was more in line with that of a leader.

Although Sun Chengwu has some power, he still carries the unique characteristics of a corporate slave. He can only be said to have a certain status, but he does not have the qualities to become a leader.

As a lawyer, Hank deals with the American elite every day, and with his keen eye, he has already labeled everyone.

Bai Zhan clasped his hand. "Bai Zhan."

With a hearty smile on his face, Hank's hand clasped together, and the power structure among the survivors began to take shape.

After the meeting, everyone parted ways and went home.

On the way back, Hank whispered to Tang, a Chinese American, "These Chinese are dangerous and there are many of them. If we want to gain absolute power, we must find a way to get rid of them."

This task is now entrusted to you.

Once you get rid of Bai Zhan, you will take his place.

You have Chinese identity, and I will support you to become a leader among the Chinese community.

Tang, the Chinese-American, immediately pledged his loyalty, "Leave it to me, I'll definitely find a way to kill him!"

Hank cautioned, "He is, after all, one of the members of the Round Table. You must be careful not to give anyone any leverage over you."

On the other side, Bai Zhan and Sun Chengwu helped Li Jianmin back to the cabin.

Li Jianmin is old and his legs are not very strong. When the cold wind blows, he can't even walk.

Bai Zhan settled him in his seat, leaned close to his ear, and seemingly whispered a reminder, but actually said loudly on purpose, "Mr. Li, the economy class is now in your hands. You can manage it yourself."

However, I have one condition: there must be no chaos. You can trade other supplies for food and dye with us.

If you encounter any difficulties, please contact us anytime. We will definitely not stand idly by.

He deliberately made sure everyone heard him say this.

Li Jianmin's personality is not suited to be a manager.

However, his existence gave Bai Zhan a legitimate reason to intervene.

On the way back, Bai Zhan explained to Sun Chengwu, "People are prone to blindly following others. Li Jianmin is a lawyer, and a legal aid lawyer at that, so he has a very high social status and influence."

He participated in a decision-making process, and the survivors would think that Li Jianmin was the center of power.

Similarly, those of us who participated in the roundtable discussion with him were automatically labeled in the same way.

The survivors may fawn or resent, but what they do is none of our business.

However, if Li Jianmin fails to perform well, and we, who are of equal status to Li Jianmin, intervene, their resistance will not be as strong.

Only then will we truly be considered leaders of these people.

Sun Chengwu listened and took notes.

His gaze towards Bai Zhan had become wary as he asked, "Are you really just the son of a businessman?"

The son of an entrepreneur wouldn't understand so many things about officialdom.

Bai Zhan scratched his head and chuckled, "Yeah, I learned all of this from TV, and it's pretty much the same principle as in the business world."

However, Sun Chengwu did not completely trust him.

He never forgot that he and Bai Zhan were initially enemies, and Bai Zhan later only invited him to join his team or let him form a team to manage.

But in essence, he and Bai Zhan never stood on the same platform.

Looking back now, wasn't Bai Zhan's proposal back then similar to what he's doing to Li Jianmin now?

Although Sun Chengwu didn't understand politics, he wasn't stupid. After all, he was a top student from a medical university. After a little thought, he connected the dots of what Bai Zhan had done.

They became even more wary of Bai Zhan.