While 99.9% of the survivors on the New Continent were still happily steering their little sampans, an organized armed fleet was honestly a bit excessive.
Even with the Red Flower Gang's flags waving to show their identity, the survivors on the River Surface still involuntarily steered their boats backward as the Central Command Ship gradually approached.
This stemmed from the fear of gigantic objects rooted in human genes.
However, when the fleet rapidly drew near and the central cargo ship appeared in everyone's view, the fear that had just arisen was quickly suppressed by a surge of excitement.
The Red Flower Gang's territory was poor.
Although the surrounding mineral resources were abundant, there was even a small Gold Mine that was practically an open-pit mine.
But everyone knew that before they had sufficient mining capabilities and sales channels, this stuff had no more purchasing power than the stones found everywhere.
Unwilling to leave despite possessing a pile of useless stones, they had ended up with not only a pitifully poor territory, but also residents who were so poor they practically rattled when they walked.
Most people's clothes were still tattered, with patches of grass fibers stuck over holes all over their bodies.
Compared to the wealth of the Tian Yuan Territory, this place probably did not even qualify as a Slums.
However, Song Chunrui, Wang Bi, and Pang Dayuan saw an entirely different scene.
Back when large numbers of deep-sea survivors had headed for the New Continent, many people had thought that once territories were established, all kinds of necessities would eventually be produced.
Yet after actually arriving here, the cruel reality had awakened anyone still dreaming.
Yes, everyone knew that making a piece of clothing only required cutting cloth into the appropriate pattern and sewing it together.
Few people