480: Chapter 480 Are you in favor or against?

Zhang Liang knew the strength of Great Qin; when he led Westerners to attack Great Qin, he certainly wouldn't bring just a few tens of thousands.

At the very least, he would bring hundreds of thousands!

Zhao Fusu was confident that even if Zhang Liang brought a million people, he could thwart Zhang Liang's invasion by relying on the terrifying power of hot weapons.

And he could take the opportunity to capture a large number of invaders.

Out of humanitarianism, it was impossible for him to kill them all.

He was not as cruel as Hitler, nor was he bloodthirsty like Xiang Yu.

Thinking of that Xiang Yu, when faced with the two hundred thousand men who surrendered to Wang Li, he didn't even blink an eye before ordering them to be buried alive; such actions were truly chilling.

However, it was absolutely impossible to just let them go like that.

Letting a tiger return to the mountain leads to endless trouble; no one knew if they would make a comeback in the future. But supporting them was even more impractical.

Great Qin was currently in a critical period of major infrastructure construction, with construction and production in full swing everywhere.

Coal mines were being heavily exploited; in the pitch-black mine shafts, workers were digging for the coal buried deep underground, pickaxe by pickaxe.

The mileage of the railway was constantly increasing, with one railway line after another being laid down by workers sweating profusely.

Brick factories were firing bricks, the roaring furnace fires illuminating the sky, while workers fired solid bricks in the high heat.

On construction sites, builders were moving bricks.

In factories, a large number of people were also needed to tighten screws.

... All this construction urgently required a massive amount of manpower.

Although Great Qin's agricultural machinery was being produced continuously, Great Qin was vast, and across its expansive lands, not all farmers could timely use rotary tillers and threshers.

Agricultural production still could not completely detach from manual labor, which meant that a large amount of labor was still trapped in agricultural production, unable to be liberated and invested into urban construction.

And if Great Qin wanted to build modernized metropolises with towering buildings and bustling traffic, workers were an indispensable force.

Thus, these captives were undoubtedly an excellent choice to solve the labor shortage; they could become workers building Great Qin.

At this moment, Zhao Fusu was full of anticipation, hoping that Zhang Liang could bring him more Westerners to replenish this massive construction force.

"Everyone..."

The voices of Tian Feng, Zhao Xuan, and Han Zhao broke Zhao Fusu's contemplation.

They stood up, their expressions solemn, bowed to the crowd, and said in unison, "We have a proposal."

"Oh!"

Their actions instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the conference hall.

Their gazes fell uniformly upon Tian Feng, Zhao Xuan, and Han Zhao.

Everyone's eyes were filled with curiosity, and they were all wondering what the three of them were going to say.

The gazes of Tian Feng, Zhao Xuan, and Han Zhao fell simultaneously upon Zhao Fusu; this move made everyone immediately realize that what they were about to say was inevitably related to Zhao Fusu.

Xiang Liang's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding surged in his heart, as if a dark cloud were slowly pressing down.

If there were no surprises, there would be no accidents; his premonition was indeed correct.

Only hearing Tian Feng, Zhao Xuan, and Han Zhao say sonorously, "After in-depth discussions, we three have unanimously agreed that Young Master Xiong Xin is suitable to become the leader of our Huaxia Pioneer Group."

Having said that, Tian Feng's gaze swept across everyone's faces one by one, his eyes filled with inquiry as he sought their opinions, "I wonder if everyone approves or opposes?"

For a moment, the conference hall was so quiet that the dropping of a needle could be heard; everyone's expressions varied—some contemplative, some surprised, some joyful—and the atmosphere became subtle.