Chapter 2400: Chapter 2392: Hesheng’s Comeback
Advance warning? A hint of suspicion flashed in Feng Jun’s eyes, as he had promised the Fisherman that these people would only mine and not attack the Insect Race.
Instinctively, his Divine Sense swept over the Big Planet. Although he couldn’t cover the entire planet, a range of three to four thousand miles was still achievable. Then he was taken aback, "Are True Immortals accompanying Xuanhuang and Yuangang as well?"
"Yes," Yi Yuxi nodded, "they went together, a total of five True Immortals. They’ll be back soon."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun instantly relaxed. With two sects’ True Immortals accompanying them, even if the Fisherman loses his temper, he wouldn’t hold Feng responsible—your Xuanhuang sect members did the same, are you really going to cling to me?
Coincidentally, not far ahead was a True Immortal from the Duanmu Family. When Feng Jun approached to ask, he confirmed this theory, and Feng commented, "It’s right to be proactive, but the planet’s defense is also crucial. If the Insect Race doesn’t come from the direction of the Red Giant Star, wouldn’t it be terrible?"
The True Immortal of the Duanmu Family nodded but couldn’t resist adding, "Mountain Master Feng is right, but constant vigilance and mining can be quite dull, especially with this mining equipment, there’s barely any difference between True Immortals and Mortals."
Feng Jun glanced at him and spoke irritably, "So, am I wrong to have procured these things for you?"
Now, he has the qualification to talk equally with True Immortals, even if the other party is in the Nascent Soul Middle Phase.
As expected, the True Immortal from the Duanmu Family could only smile bitterly and shake his head, "Saving some Spiritual Energy is certainly good..."
He Runxian has been living rather well recently. The brokers have truly wide-reaching Divine Skills, somehow delivering all the goods prepared by headquarters to the storage yard without any shortages.
He no longer wants to ponder how they accomplished it, as dwelling too much on these things is futile.
In fact, even if the brokers wanted to tell him, he would cover his ears and refuse to listen. Some things are better left unknown.
Anyway, he could confirm that these actions help in defending Xingzheng Star, and not compromising the bigger picture is enough.
Headquarters has shown considerable care towards the production base, sending not only grains and various vegetables but also meat, eggs, cooking oil, fruits, and even various seasonings, totaling over ten thousand tons.
These food supplies can support Hesheng’s thousands of workers and their families for three years without issues, considering that there are also many members of the He Family outside of Hesheng... Passing two years is quite achievable—even without accounting for supplements.
Medicines and medical equipment also exceeded ten thousand tons, along with a suggestion letter left by headquarters, requesting donations of one-third to the military and local sectors, with the accounts to be recorded under headquarters.
Actually, this matter had already been discussed, but goods were deliberately accompanied by such letters, indicating that headquarters truly values this matter and doesn’t want them to be short-sighted or exploit the opportunity for price hikes.
He Runhua’s thought, however, was that we couldn’t possibly be so inconsiderate, maybe headquarters... wants to gain some reputation?
If understood this way, the behavior is explained.
The day after receiving the goods, in the afternoon, the Hesheng production base informed all employees about a major breakthrough in equipment research and development, deciding to provide welfare to all employees—including some rice, flour, meat, eggs, oil, fruits, vegetables, and other items.
Before the outbreak of war, such welfare would be considered merely ordinary, consistent with the perks after a "technological breakthrough," but now it’s different; this is far better than directly giving cash.
Employees throughout the base were incredibly excited, with some even directly asking what the major breakthrough was.
Don’t ask, asking would breach commercial secrets. He Runhua was very accustomed to this approach.
Less than an hour after the news spread, someone drove from the city and directly set up a sign at the gate of the base: "High price acquisition of food, vegetables, fruits."
Security came out to chase them away, but this side was unfazed, "My brother-in-law’s last name is He, I haven’t even entered the base, can’t I buy outside?"
The number of buyers increased, but interestingly, the employees had no interest in selling their welfare items. Initially, these people might have thought of making a profit; they didn’t offer high prices. Eventually, they all posted signs offering "ten times the pre-war price."
Yet, very few sold their goods, and the employees disdainfully expressed, "We Hesheng folks are poor, with only money left."
Some couldn’t resist, burdened by family, wanting to sell a little, but a colleague directly stopped him, "Why sell to them? Sell to me instead, I need them too."
Hesheng’s treatment is genuinely good, and it’s not just boasting, especially on the He Family’s Native Star.
Mostly, the outside middlemen didn’t obtain much goods, those who did mostly relied on acquaintances and used favors to acquire some.
When He Runhua heard of this, he couldn’t help but laugh aloud, "Truly, they’re my Hesheng people; they have that pride!"
Before the laughter subsided, a military intelligence lieutenant colonel came over—food had arrived, what about the medicines?
He Runxian, however, didn’t hesitate to state, your request came too late, we hadn’t considered it, next time it will be.
The young lieutenant colonel’s face instantly turned much uglier, and he finally said sullenly, "I hope you know what’s good for you."
He Runxian watched the other leave with a livid face, a trace of disdain curling at the corner of his mouth. "Just a little guy... trying to mess with me?"
He wouldn’t break his promise, but before fulfilling it, why not let the other party stew in frustration for a few more days?
Strictly speaking, he’s not someone who acts on impulse. He’s doing this not just to vent his anger but mainly because... he doesn’t want to reveal the broker’s exceptional transportation capabilities.
Feng Jun knew how to conceal his weaknesses when facing strangers, and the He family, passed down through several generations, naturally knew even more about keeping a low profile.
The next day, headquarters sent a message asking: Why haven’t the medicines been delivered to the military?
He Runxian’s response was clear: The broker’s transportation capacity is limited—he even kept this a secret from his family at headquarters.
He’s not out of his mind, nor is he planning to steal the supplies, but trapped in the blockade, he can’t just follow the orders from above; many things must be controlled by himself—people outside the blockade can’t understand our despair.
If he blindly followed remote control orders from headquarters without having his own opinions, that would be irresponsible to his own life.
Headquarters cannot determine the truth of his words. Although the broker forces did instantly take all the goods, that doesn’t mean they have the capability to deliver all goods into the Insect Race’s blockade simultaneously.
He Huiqing, as the foremost at the production base, knows the truth but supports He Runxian’s decision—headquarters’ intentions surely need to be respected, but it’s not headquarters inside the blockade now!
With his help in covering up, headquarters will find it even more difficult to figure out the truth.
The following day, He Runxian continued with his unconventional tactics, surprisingly activating the canteen in the living quarters of the production base—this canteen is open to all employees and their families, considered a benefit of the base, charging only a symbolic fee.
In other words, even if he wanted to increase the price, he couldn’t raise it too high; the nature of the canteen is already fixed.
To ensure secrecy, the canteen temporarily only provided lunch, not breakfast or dinner. As for why lunch service was resumed, it was because "there was a major technological breakthrough, and further efforts must be made to provide better conditions for researchers."
Those who know the truth understand how off-the-wall this reason is, but He Runxian has no pressure doing this sort of thing.
Consequently, by noon almost everyone went to the canteen to get their meal. Because of big data, no one could possibly get food twice, and the canteen staff knew very well the amount each person could have—it could be a little more, but not too much.
Interestingly, some He family members who had already left the base also came to get food with their old meal cards; the canteen treated them equally—since they’re all named He, let them take a little.
But these aren’t the crux of the issue. The key point is that the Military Intelligence Division’s lieutenant colonel came to harass them again. He hoped that nearby patrol members could also come to Hesheng’s canteen to eat—after all, they’re your guardian angels in the vicinity.
In the past, this wouldn’t have been a problem. The canteen used to have plenty of leftover food, so it’s normal for the patrol team to come and have some. But now... no one wastes anything.
This time, without He Runxian’s instruction, Hesheng’s security directly refused the suggestion: "We just installed cameras and you searched us only two days ago. Now you want to mooch at our canteen? How big do you think your face is?"
If they agreed, wouldn’t it prove that we’re afraid? Then they could frequently install cameras and conduct searches, right?
The lieutenant colonel really wanted to get angry, but there was no way around it. Their logic was sound.
Two more days passed, and it was the birthday of Hesheng’s founder, so the production base issued another wave of benefits.
The Military Intelligence Division lieutenant colonel was increasingly furious, accusing them of escalating provocations against wartime control.
However, he knew that he had antagonized them from the start, so he forced down his anger and returned to Hesheng once more—he had to come personally, or else they would think he didn’t value the situation.
Once there, he bluntly stated, "There is Insect Race activity nearby. Within two days, we plan to gather elite forces to patrol the area thoroughly. We might stay a while, so if there’s any trouble, please bear with us."
He Runxian felt it was about enough with the suspense, so he replied, "Then why don’t you help me keep an eye on the factory? Perhaps I should just sell the factory to you, or donate it to the military."
The Military Intelligence Division’s lieutenant colonel really couldn’t outplay this old hand. He had the power to commandeer the entire Hesheng, but the pressure wouldn’t be small, not to mention he still needed favors from Hesheng—in fact, he only wanted to apply pressure.
So he said, "Director He, don’t act so rashly. We can discuss anything slowly. I’m not someone who takes by force."
Director He replied, "If you delay further and increase the pressure, even if I had the medicines, it wouldn’t make a difference now."
The lieutenant colonel didn’t completely trust his words. He knew this was a sly old fox, but he didn’t have many choices, so he asked, "Could you at least give me a deadline?"
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