"How is it? They're willing to meet with us now?"
Liu Lu shuddered and quickly rose from beside the bunk. A glimmer of hope appeared on his despondent face.
Over the long years, Pingtan Shelter had gradually shifted from its original system of free administration toward a rigid, family-based structure.
Although the administrator who founded the shelter more than two hundred years ago had already established a steadily descending hierarchy,
one purpose had been to prevent offspring from becoming deformed because of inbreeding throughout the shelter.
The other had been to stop clans of the same lineage from supporting each other and turning the shelter into private property.
But there was nothing anyone could do. Human nature was simply like that.
Pingtan Shelter now had a total population of sixty-four thousand, and nearly everyone was related somehow.
Jin Da Fa's uncle was the chief supplies manager of B-14.
If they could not find a source of supplies soon, and that bastard sought help from his uncle, then given how abundant the supplies were on each lower floor, supporting a month's worth of missions would be absurdly easy.
They had to gather the supplies before the others were ready. Only then could they win this brutal struggle for status!
"They're willing to arrange a time with us. We can choose the location, and they're showing far more sincerity than before."
"Also, they agreed to the conditions we proposed, but they hope..."
"That we can fulfill them as quickly as possible."
"They agreed?"
Liu Lu rubbed the back of his head in bewilderment.
Five tons of food would not only fulfill next month's mission requirements; it would even cover the month after that.
Where had such a generous group of mysterious people come from inside Qinggang City? Could they be from another