310: Northern Myanmar Tour

"Restore currency? Not even the Twelve Palaces did that. And no one ever thought of doing it," Cheng Xiao exclaimed in surprise.

For several years since the apocalypse, most people have been living on the brink of starvation, with no extra resources to exchange, so currency was naturally not needed.

"Haven't we found a gold mine? We can mint some gold coins then, and slowly circulate them throughout All States. Once commerce recovers, everyone will start getting paid wages," Pan Han roughly outlined the future situation.

"How prosperous would the economy need to be to require currency to support circulation?"

"Slowly, slowly. It's already been eight years since the apocalypse. Just focus on doing things, and leave the rest to time."

"Okay, then who do you plan to entrust this matter to?"

"Do we have anyone here who studied finance? If not, then for now, we'll give it to Asiba. She was a top student before, very intelligent."

"Alright. The two of us, one manages affairs, one manages money. Not bad, not bad."

"Also, All States currently only has a few hundred thousand people. Scattered across 500,000 square kilometers, it's too dispersed. They should gradually gather near our Dawn Base," Pan Han recalled his hometown, where one county alone had a population exceeding 500,000.

Only when people gather together can commerce prosper; otherwise, logistics alone would drive people crazy.

Moreover, being too dispersed also makes it difficult to manage, and there might be another rebellion someday.

"Okay, I'll plan this matter," Cheng Xiao naturally took over the task.

"Hmm, by then, it won't be called Dawn Base anymore. It'll have to be called Dawn City," Pan Han said triumphantly.

"When you take down a few more states, you'll be establishing a country, won't you!"

"I can consider it. Then it'll be called Dawn Nation. Haha! I'll be the king, and you'll be my queen."

"How many concubines do you plan to have then?" Cheng Xiao glared at him, half-sulkily, half-angrily.

"Hehehe, the queen will decide then," Pan Han embraced Cheng Xiao and kissed her tightly.

Early the next morning, the plane sent by the Twelve Palaces appeared punctually outside the base.

Cheng Xiao carried a large backpack, filled with bribes for the pilot, and boarded the plane.

Bidding farewell to Pan Han, Cheng Xiao went with the plane to pick up people.

This round trip would take at least a day.

Pan Han, on the other hand, was not idle. He directly transported himself to Knight Island.

On the island's dock, a large cargo ship was unloading goods.

A batch of supplies he had ordered earlier had already been transported.

Pan Han was very satisfied with the Knight Order's efficiency; they always handled things with the fastest speed.

At this moment, the Bodyguard Captain, seeing Pan Han arrive, quickly led everyone forward to kneel and bow.

They were also wondering, when did the Cult Master arrive? They had no idea; he was far too elusive.

However, after Pan Han displayed a few of his skills last time, everyone was full of admiration, believing that the Cult Master must have his own methods.

"Very good, this batch of supplies is enough to distribute as rewards to the Dawn Army. Let them feast for three days later," Pan Han nodded continuously as he watched the transport convoy.

"Rise," Pan Han motioned for the Bodyguard Captain and the others to stand up.

"Cult Master, what are your instructions?"

"How many of you are there in total?" Pan Han pondered for a moment, suddenly remembering something he hadn't done yet.

"There are 24 people on the island in total."

"How long have you all been here?"

"The shortest has been two years. The longest has been seven or eight years," the Bodyguard Captain answered seriously.

"What do you all do when I'm not here?"

"Patrol and train."

"How many days of vacation do you have in a year? How many days can you leave the island?"

"After serving two years, you get two days of vacation, and for every additional year of service, you get one more day of vacation."

"Isn't it very boring being cooped up on the island every day?" Pan Han looked at Knight Island; it was indeed beautiful, but one couldn't help but get tired of looking at it every day; there would always be times of annoyance.

"It is our honor to guard Knight Island, how dare we complain!" The Bodyguard Captain, hearing the implied meaning in Pan Han's words, quickly pledged his loyalty.

"Haha, no need to be nervous. I want to take you all out to have some fun," Pan Han said with a smile.

At the same time, he thought to himself, your annual salaries are all above 5 million. If it were the old me, I'd be dying to stay here and not leave.

Upon hearing this, all the bodyguards were ecstatic; the Cult Master was actually taking them off the island!

Except for their annual fixed vacation, they were absolutely forbidden to leave Knight Island by even half a step.

Although most of the time the Cult Master was not present, they were considered the Knight Island guards and had to ensure the island's safety at all times.

Now that they had a chance to go out and play, how could they not be thrilled!

"Cult Master, what do you mean?" the Bodyguard Captain asked softly.

"I heard that the Myanmar Northern Region is a lawless zone and very chaotic. I want to go and experience it," Pan Han finally stated his destination.

He still remembered that young man named Qing Shan.

Although his cousin Er Qiu was disappointing, he was beaten quite badly by Qing Shan.

Should this bastard not be killed, but saved for the New Year?

"Cult Master. That place is indeed very chaotic, with various forces intertwined. We have no industry or personnel there. It might be dangerous for you to go," the captain shivered upon hearing this.

Better safe than sorry! If anything happened to the Cult Master there, he couldn't bear the responsibility.

"Don't worry. On this planet, there is no one who can harm me," Pan Han said with a smile.

Mainly, he wasn't boasting; he was simply being sincere.

"Cult Master, absolutely not. We cannot bear this responsibility." Even though they listened to the Cult Master in all matters, the captain dared not agree to this kind of thing without authorization.

It must be reported to the Committee according to procedure.

"Did I ask for your consent?" Pan Han raised an eyebrow and said coldly.

At the same time, he released a slight pressure, enveloping all the bodyguard members.

Everyone present instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, trembling like sieves, barely able to stand.

Seeing the Cult Master's anger, the Bodyguard Captain immediately led everyone to kneel: "Cult Master, please calm your anger. We will certainly follow the Cult Master, even if it means death!"

"That's right. Just do whatever I tell you to do," Pan Han withdrew his pressure and smiled instead.

"Yes, Cult Master."

"Prepare the plane, depart immediately."

"Yes, Cult Master!"

The captain immediately ran off with everyone, and at the same time reported the matter to the Committee.

The Three Elders were still sleeping at this time. According to procedure, matters involving the Cult Master must be woken up immediately.

When the three woke up and looked at the brief, they were all dumbfounded!

The Cult Master is really a troublemaker. Why would he suddenly run off to the Myanmar Northern Region?

Isn't it chaotic enough there?

There are dozens of local armed forces, often fighting among themselves and at odds with the government.

A few years ago, drug prohibition caused their income to plummet, and now they are involved in gambling and telecom fraud.

"Do we have anyone we can contact locally?"

"We can contact both the government and the military. The main thing is, we don't know what our Cult Master plans to do!"

"Troublesome, he doesn't say, he just acts."

"No matter what he does, he absolutely cannot get into trouble. Quickly contact the local military."

The Three Elders whispered for a while, only able to follow Pan Han's rhythm for now.

In addition, they dispatched another group of bodyguards directly to the Myanmar Northern Region to formulate various emergency plans.

Pan Han knew everything clearly in his heart, but he did not intend to expose the Three Elders' arrangements.

One does not strike a smiling face; after all, they had no ill intentions.

An hour later, everything was ready, and a huge private jet flew directly towards the vicinity of the Myanmar Northern Region.