"So that's the situation. We only came tonight to notify you to be prepared. If you have any other opinions, go to the corresponding chamber of commerce in the city and report them directly."
"Also, our Inspectorate is monitoring the relevant administrators. If you encounter a hostile attitude or any other emergency while raising your concerns, you can come to us as well. We'll deal with it immediately."
"You understand, right?"
After conveying all the information on the note, the leading Uniformed Man quickly summarized matters, his attitude extremely amiable.
After all, they had quite a few opinions about this summer harvest, which had begun and ended ahead of schedule. It was simply not something they could discuss with outsiders.
"I understand, I understand!"
Zhang Bowen rose and, wearing an expressionless face, exchanged pleasantries as he escorted the three men all the way out of the workshop.
Only after returning and sitting beside Su Mo did he angrily slam his fist onto the table, producing a resounding bang.
Misfortune never came alone.
When the Inspectorate had arrived that morning, everyone in the Zhang family had assumed that Qiankun Grain Store was pulling strings behind the scenes, trying to use others to do its dirty work and send Carefree Good Workshop into an abyss of ruin.
But judging from the Inspectorate's performance tonight, how could a mere Qiankun Grain Store possibly have invited them? Clearly, it was...
"Teacher, it looks like the next disaster will erupt during the summer harvest. Its scale probably won't be small, either!"
After years of exposure, disasters were practically as ordinary to the people of the Wasteland as eating and drinking.
From the elderly to children, from scavengers to the lord of a city...
Nine years had been enough for everyone to become familiar with disasters