415: Chapter 415: Pork Stewed with Vermicelli

Inner Mongolia Province, Hulun City.

March 15, 2056.

“Mayor Lu, what can I do for you?” asked Sun Zhuo, the Mayor of Hulun City.

Hulun City’s year-round low temperatures meant the virus had not spread widely, so their Settlement was located within the city.

Furthermore, the commotion caused by Putian Xiaoyezi in the Kanto region had not affected him, so he was not very clear on many matters.

The only interaction the two had was when Lu Guyun's group needed to pass through Hulun City to enter the Ulan region a while ago.

“Mayor Sun, I’ll need to trouble you multiple times during this period, so I specifically came to greet you. This is a small token of my appreciation,” Lu Guyun said, then clapped his hands. Several people entered, carrying items.

“Mayor Lu, this is…?” Mayor Sun was surprised.

In these times, supplies were very scarce.

The Settlement only received basic grains each month. Other items were rarely seen on the market.

“Oh, the weather is cold now, so I brought you a few boxes of shochu. The rest are some braised meat, peanuts, and other snacks to go with drinks. In addition, I also brought you a few slaughtered pigs, some cabbage, some potatoes, and some vermicelli,” Lu Guyun said.

“…” Sun Zhuo was dumbfounded.

“At this time of year, stewing a pot of pork with vermicelli, and having a little drink, hey! The taste is absolutely amazing!” Lu Guyun gave him an expression that implied ‘you understand’.

“This, this, this… where did you get these?” Sun Zhuo couldn't believe it.

These items were no longer a matter of how much money they cost.

Even with money, there was nowhere to buy them.

Putting aside other things, just talking about pigs, he hadn't seen a live one in almost a year.

“To be honest with you, over there!” Lu Guyun quietly pointed to the west.

Further west was within Ulan Country.

“You mean… Ulan Country?” Sun Zhuo didn't believe it.

“It should be called North Asia Ulan Neutral Zone now,” Lu Guyun corrected his slip of the tongue.

“Shouldn’t that place be even poorer than ours?” Sun Zhuo asked.

“Times have changed. Let me tell you quietly, where do the Huatong Chamber of Commerce’s goods come from? Do you understand?” Lu Guyun whispered.

“No way!?” Sun Zhuo still didn't believe it.

“Look at you, still don’t believe it. Do you think I can conjure these things myself? Didn’t I bring tens of thousands of people over there a while ago? Guess what happened?” Lu Guyun deliberately kept him in suspense.

“What happened?” Sun Zhuo was very curious.

“These things, they have them every day,” Lu Guyun boasted.

“No way!? Where did they get them?” Sun Zhuo didn't want to believe it, but the items were right there.

If Lu Guyun was willing to give away so much, his own stock could only be even greater.

“Have you been to the Huatong Chamber of Commerce headquarters?” Lu Guyun asked.

“No, I haven’t.” Sun Zhuo didn’t attend the last conference.

The place was too far, and transportation was inconvenient.

“I’ve been there. They built fully automated planting facilities underground, where they can grow their own food. That’s already impressive, right? But compared to the underground base in Ulan Neutral Zone, that’s just a little brother. No, it doesn’t even count as a little brother!” Lu Guyun said.

“Really?” Sun Zhuo mostly believed him.

“Here, let me show you.” Lu Guyun took out the mobile phone issued by the Huatong Chamber of Commerce from his pocket and opened the photo album.

Sun Zhuo took the phone and started flipping through it.

“Hiss! It’s really true!” Sun Zhuo gasped, his hands trembling as he flipped.

“This is paradise!” This was his true thought at that moment.

“Now you believe it, right?” Lu Guyun took back his phone.

“Then this time, you are…?” Sun Zhuo asked.

“To be honest, I want to move the people from Bingcheng and several nearby cities to Ulan. There are a lot of people, so it might require multiple trips,” Lu Guyun said.

“Then you’re not going to be mayor anymore?” Sun Zhuo was very surprised.

“I am! Isn’t being mayor in Ulan the same?” Lu Guyun replied as if it were obvious.

“You should think carefully! There’s no free lunch! In China, at least the higher-ups distribute grain every month. Once you go abroad, there’s no such guarantee!” Sun Zhuo reminded him.

What Sun Zhuo didn't know was that he couldn't be mayor anymore even if he wanted to.

However, Lu Guyun genuinely wanted to stay in Ulan now.

Life there was simply too comfortable.

The winter in Songjiang was too cold, especially a winter lacking food, drink, and heating.

“There’s nothing to hesitate about. One is heaven, one is hell. You haven’t been there; if you went, you wouldn’t want to come back,” Lu Guyun replied.

“All right, since Brother Lu has decided, I won’t say more. I wish you a smooth journey,” Sun Zhuo accepted the benefits, and his form of address changed.

“Thank you!” Lu Guyun said and left.

He did this to plant a seed, hoping that one day he could also persuade Sun Zhuo to move over.

…

“It’s bad! Scorpions have entered the city!” someone shouted in Naqu City.

“Brothers, kill them! Even if you have to slap them with your hands, kill them all!” a military officer shouted.

All the Soldiers were wearing protective suits now, so no one knew who was who.