Chapter 1,425 Return

Colonial port.

Under the escort of two warships, ten cargo ships loaded with containers slowly docked.

In addition to canned luncheon meat, instant noodles, and compressed biscuits produced in the Garden of Eden, these containers also contain some industrial products produced in the Sixth District. These things will be exchanged for sub-crystals, exotic furs, and even blond ocean horses, and transported back to the Sixth District.

Standing on the shore of the port, Han Yue directed his slaves to unload boxes of goods from the ship.

Looking at the slaves busy at the port, as well as the grassroots supervisors who were listening to his orders and waving their whips, a trace of sadness appeared on his face, as if he was from another world.

How come I, a small security guard at a bank in Wanghai City, became the director of the Slave Department of the Human Resources Department of the NAC North American West Coast Colony?

Han Yue thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. In the end, he could only attribute the answer to luck.

Among all the colonists, only he escaped from the Black Skull Gang. Although he was caught by the looters of the Airport Gang, he was lucky enough to meet the marshal of the military government. It just so happened that he performed well when repairing the airport, and now the slave population in the colony has surged. The former director of the slave department died in the concentration camp, so he replaced the late director and took his current position.

Just as Han Yue was looking in the direction of the port, his second-in-command ran over and respectfully handed a signed document to his hand.

"Director, today's loading and unloading tasks have been completed. This is the signature from the port office. Please take a look."

"Well," Han Yue nodded after taking the document and glancing at it hastily, "I understand."

With that said, he handed the document to the secretary standing behind him and said, "You will go to the Human Resources Department later and show it to Minister Wang's secretary."

"Yes!" The secretary nodded quickly.

A day's work was so simple that he couldn't believe it.

Most of the time, he doesn't even have to be there. Sitting in the office drinking tea, reading newspapers, waiting for the slaves to finish their work, and sending the documents with the official seal of the employer to the secretary's office of the human resources department, his day's work is considered completed.

These trivial matters can be left to the second-in-command and his secretary.

Back in the office, Han Yue boiled a pot of water and threw a few tea leaves from the Garden of Eden into the kettle. Just as he was about to open the newspaper to see what big news was happening in the Sixth Street neighborhood, a phone call came.

Putting the phone to his ear, Han Yue cleared his throat and pressed the connect button.

"Hello?"

"I, you Viagra!"

"Viagra!" Han Yue was stunned for a moment and said happily, "Zhongwei?! How did you -"

"Oh my god, I've finally contacted you!" A voice of relief came from the other end of the phone. Then, Song Zhongwei asked with concern, "How's it going over there? I heard something happened in the colony. Son, but you have been unable to get through on the phone. I went to the Colonial Registration Office to inquire, but they didn’t give me an explanation."

"Don't mention it, a small situation did occur, but fortunately it has been settled by our marshal." Han Yue smiled bitterly, "Communications in North America have only been restored recently, and my EP was only sent to Chinatown yesterday. It’s fixed. I’ve been thinking about giving you a call sometime, but my mind has been a little confused these days, so..."

"As long as it's okay!" Song Zhongwei laughed loudly, "You still owe me one hundred and twenty credits and a meal. I'll keep it in mind for you."

Hearing his friend's voice, Han Yue couldn't help but smile and said with a smile.

"If you come to North America, I will pay you back tenfold."

"Hey, that's ok. Are you famous now?" Song Zhongwei said in surprise.

"Well, that's right. You, Brother Yue, and I are now working as part-time officials, serving as the director of the Slave Department of the Ministry of Human Resources of the Colonies," Han Yue said with a smile, "How about it? Come to my place, I will Let you be my second in command.

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"Hold the grass! Have you become the boss every two months?" Song Zhongwei said enviously, "You must be very lucky."

In the local administrative system of the military government, the level of director is already quite high. Not to mention anything else, just the salary of one hundred credits per month and the special supplies every month are enough to envy countless others. Not to mention that the slave department of the human resources department has a fat position, with thousands of workers in charge, and every employer has to please.

Thinking of this, Song Zhongwei couldn't help but sigh.

This colony was called the Land of Opportunity, and it was not without reason.

Among all the rumors about the colony, Han Yue’s story is not the only one, nor is Song Zhongwei’s surprise.

After the Battle of Panama, the survivors who were still alive in the concentration camp were safely returned to the fortress in the outpost town by the expeditionary force. However, the troubles were not completely over for the colonies. Many people died in concentration camps, resulting in a serious shortage of administrative positions in the colonies.

In order to solve the problem of paralysis in the administrative system, many little-known figures were quickly promoted to high positions.

It is precisely because of these living examples that the name Land of Opportunity has become even more legendary.

This was something that Zhou Guoping, who made the decision, had never thought of.

It was not until a few months later that Zhou Guoping discussed this point in a meeting with the leaders of various colonial departments in the face of the far higher-than-expected number of immigrants in the statistical books and the continuous increase in investment and trade volume.

Of course, these are all things for later.

…

As lively as the port is the military camp below the Order.

Boxes of packed arms and supplies were being pulled onto the airship by the pod along with the Hunter Tiger II.

The technical data of NS-90 and F-79 have been analyzed. With full glory and trophies, the expeditionary force will return tomorrow.

Jiang Chen sent Lilith back to the present world first and copied the files to the server of Future People Military Industry. Production line problems can be solved with industrial-grade 3D printers. This kind of AI-controlled robot soldier is a ridiculously powerful thing no matter where it is placed in the world.

As long as a heat-resistant coating is added to the outer shell, it can even be airdropped from low orbit. In some cases, these iron lumps are even easier to use than the Orbital Airborne Brigade of Star Circle Trading. After all, there is no need to worry about casualties.

The next morning, it was finally time to set off.

Zhou Guoping and other colonial officials stood at the gate of the military camp and bid farewell to Jiang Chen.

"Work hard here! Next time if anything happens, remember to report it to the Marshal's Mansion as soon as possible. Don't always think about making a fortune silently. When have I ever mistreated people who have made merit?" What nonsense? Jiang Chen reached out and patted Zhou Guoping on the shoulder, laughing and scolding.

"That's what you said." Zhou Guoping nodded repeatedly.

There was nothing to explain. Jiang Chen saw that it was getting late and was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, a voice came from the side.

"stop!"