Chapter 698: Chapter 470 Mr. Thompson’s Idea_2
It may seem that the deputy commander’s name sounded prestigious, but his actual power was quite limited. After all, there were five deputy commanders in the Guard Squad, and each managed different areas of the ship, so their individual authority wasn’t that significant.
Had Madeline not been sabotaged by Gordon, the real control of the Guard Squad would have definitely been in Robinson William’s hands.
When Madeline relinquished her authority over the management of supplies, Mr. Thompson realized that the Thompson Family’s current position aboard the ship had become somewhat awkward. True, he had once entered the core management of the Saxon County Camp.
But he had no real foundations there; his entry into the decision-making circle was merely a coincidental opportunity. However, when the flood disaster struck and found himself without authority or supplies, had not Zachary flown over to retrieve them,
Madeline, having lost her management rights, would probably have been driven out of this room soon. After all, the number of rooms on the ship was limited, and the better the living conditions of a room, the more people coveted it.
Feeling the ambition radiating from his old man, both inside and out, Zachary began to feel a headache. After all, he knew all too well that neither his father nor he himself were cut out for politics or business.
The position the two of them had reached was initially thanks to the money Zachary had gained from leveraging major events after his rebirth, followed by the opportunities provided by the System.
Zachary seemed to have become a child of good fortune, so everything had been going smoothly for him without any significant troubles.
Mr. Thompson’s situation was the proverbial ’one man’s enlightenment, a blessing for the whole family.’
Seeing the ambition aflame in his father, Zachary rubbed his head and said somewhat speechlessly, "Dad, stop it. You’re not cut out for going it alone. Have you forgotten when you took over that small doors and windows workshop and made it less and less profitable, and also...."
Listening to Zachary’s never-ending recounting of his own failed entrepreneurial experiences, Mr. Thompson’s face grew increasingly grim. The ambition that had ignited upon Zachary’s return seemed to be doused with a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguished.
Mr. Thompson wasn’t foolish. Although he did not see Zachary often after his son had left, he had guessed the extent of his son’s capabilities from the attitudes of Madeline and Robinson William.
As his status rose step by step, Mr. Thompson’s aspirations soared as well. Yet this time, after being kicked out of the core decision-making group, he suddenly realized that without foundations, all those previous positions and statuses were like illusions, fading away at the slightest disturbance.
An unwilling Mr. Thompson, upon seeing Zachary’s return, wanted his son to stay by his side to seek another opportunity to recover the lost positions and statuses.
But Mr. Thompson never expected that even before he could finish speaking, Zachary would bring up his past failures in entrepreneurship.
Father and son were of one heart; upon hearing Zachary’s account, Mr. Thompson understood his son’s thinking. Seeing that his own son did not support him made him feel as though he had been splashed with cold water.
Only after Mr. Thompson had completely calmed his mind did Zachary change the subject and ask, "Dad, have you used the Mysterious Core yet?"
"Yeah, I used one. If it weren’t for...."
Zachary guessed what his father was about to say next, so he immediately interrupted him and revealed an even more serious matter.
After listening to Zachary’s recounting of the Bloody Mysterious Realm, Mr. Thompson felt goosebumps all over his body.
Mr. Thompson was just about to ask if this was Zachary’s own experience, but despite opening his mouth for a long time, he was unable to articulate his thoughts and ended up just sighing in resignation.
Seeing his father’s state of mind, Zachary knew he had successfully diverted his father’s attention. Despite feeling a certain guilt deep down, he believed what he had done was worth it.
"Son, is everything you just said true? This is not a trivial matter."
Hearing his father’s trembling voice, Zachary gave a wry smile, "Dad, would I lie to you about such a thing? But you should keep this to yourself and not tell anyone else.
After all, everyone’s Companion Spiritual Treasure resides within their Sea of Consciousness, and the Sea of Consciousness is an essential place for everyone, so they wouldn’t easily open it up to others, making it very difficult to verify.
"Have you ever thought about it? If the rules within the Bloody Mysterious Realm are nearly identical to the ones I experienced last time, then the survivors who manage to emerge victorious are truly the cream of the crop."
Although I believe there might be others like myself who have methods to deal with the accumulation of bloody fragments within their Divine Sense, it is certain that there are still others who are not aware of the existence of the bloody fragments.
If this matter were to be made public, it would definitely cause great panic, and those who considered themselves chosen by heaven would very likely turn against us, accusing us of spreading panic and deliberately circulating rumors.
After all, at this time, let alone being able to extract the bloody fragments from the Sea of Consciousness, there are not many who even possess the ability to observe their own Sea of Consciousness."
Upon hearing Dong Tianyu’s explanation, Mr. Thompson fell into silent contemplation for a while before having to admit that his son was not wrong.
Father and son let out a synchronized sigh and then fell into silence.
Not much later, Dong Tianyu picked up his backpack that he had placed under the table after entering the room, opened it, and took out the compressed biscuits inside.
Unlike the grain bricks distributed by the Officials, these compressed biscuits were made by food factories before the disaster. Even though according to the expiration date written on them, these biscuits were definitely past their shelf life.
But these compressed biscuits had always been kept in Dong Tianyu’s Storage space, in a state of absolute stasis, so there was no possibility of them becoming expired or spoiled.
"Dad, the situation outside isn’t too good right now. You’ve become unburdened from your chores, so why don’t you and mom come with me?"
Upon hearing Dong Tianyu’s suggestion and thinking about the current situation, Mr. Thompson mulled it over several times but ultimately refused Dong Tianyu’s invitation.
"Dad, since you don’t want to come with me, then you should take these compressed biscuits. Although they are marked as expired according to their packaging dates,
I believe these vacuum-packed compressed biscuits, even if they are expired, are better than the grain reserves on the ship.
In the future, after you and mom receive your grain bricks, store them at home and eat these compressed biscuits first. I reckon that by the time we finish the compressed biscuits, I should be able to visit you again and bring other food for you and mom."
While drinking with Madeline, Dong Tianyu had already used his Divine Sense to observe the reserves of supplies on the ship.
Madeline was very astute. Knowing that it would be difficult to find new sources of food in the short term, she had preemptively purchased and stocked up on many grain bricks, including both premium grain bricks with a grain content of over 70% and ordinary grain bricks with a grain content below 30%.
Apart from the food reserves prepared by Madeline, people from his old home had also brought in a lot of food, intelligently stockpiling many long-lasting food items after recognizing the impending disaster.
So, although the ship was not short on food supplies for the time being, one could forget about delicacies. At this time, ensuring that the vast majority have enough to eat was already a challenging task.
However, whether it was ordinary grain bricks or premium grain bricks, neither was comparable to the compressed biscuits that Dong Tianyu had brought out.
After all, the compressed biscuits produced before the disaster not only provided a strong sense of fullness but also came in various flavors.
Mr. Thompson carefully hid these compressed biscuits in a box in the corner of the room, as when it comes to food, it can never be too careful with storage.
Once Mr. Thompson had stored all of the compressed biscuits, Dong Tianyu prepared to leave.
