As the red ribbon before everyone was cut-
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
More than a dozen thunderous roars rang out.
Dozens of bulldozers draped in red cloth drove toward Chun Prefecture's largest slum together.
This was the first step in the expansion project. Little White Tiger had not forgotten the people at the bottom of Chun Prefecture.
He had come from the bottom himself. Now that he had made it, he naturally would not leave behind those who supported him.
Chun Prefecture and the Capital jointly funded resettlement housing for over a hundred thousand slum residents.
This item alone cost nearly a quarter of the budget.
No other faction would have spent such enormous resources on other people.
"Once those engines start, gold pours out by the ton," Yu Leer marveled. "How much is this going to cost?"
He had grown up in the Federation and could not understand Little White Tiger and Old Ninth's thinking.
That much money would have kept the two of them wealthy for dozens of lifetimes. Why share it with the people at the bottom?
"It's mostly material costs. Labor is free," Fang Mu explained with a smile. "When the people heard we were building homes for them, they volunteered to join the construction crews. We just have to provide three meals a day."
"They deserve it. When the Koreans attacked, they stayed by my side and defended the city with me," Xiao Yuan said with a reflective smile. "The people know perfectly well who treats them well."
Without the wholehearted support of these people at the bottom, how could Little White Tiger have secured his foothold in Chun Prefecture?
While everyone was still immersed in their joy, A Chun slipped up beside Old Ninth and reported quietly, "Brother Nine, someone's here from the Capital."
"Hm?"