The black sedan slowly came to a stop before the steps.
Chen Chong got out and looked up at the square, auditorium-like Town Committee building.
It was his second time here, yet it still felt somewhat unreal.
It was not that the building itself was particularly impressive. Everything was relative.
A solemn hall standing in the middle of a ramshackle Settlement town was like the Hope Group headquarters towering over the surrounding city, naturally making one feel that this place did not belong here.
Chen Chong and Wang Li were led inside by staff members.
Chen Chong had not seen much before, so he had not felt it too deeply. He had only thought these people seemed quite well-trained.
But after encountering some high-end occasions through the Green Shirt Society, he realized that the No. 97 Settlement Town Committee staff were almost excessively well-trained, no worse than the elite attendants in the city.
It truly exceeded the standards of a Settlement.
However, Chen Chong had also learned through the Green Shirt Society's channels that No. 97 Settlement was rather special.
Besides its long history, it was said to have endured since the old era, unlike many other Settlements that had gradually formed later on.
Its status was also quite unique.
In terms of size, No. 97 was not the largest Settlement in the Wasteland east of Lichuan, nor was it the strongest.
Yet under Zhou Hao, it had developed a banking industry.
No. 97's tokens were not yet a universal currency in the surrounding area, but they were widely accepted and could basically be considered hard currency.
It was hardly surprising for anything to become hard currency in the Wasteland, but for banknotes to truly become currency was exceedingly rare.
After all, it was one thing for Wasteland savages to