"Ding! [Congratulations to the host for obtaining a new drawing skill: Drawing Earth as a Prison (Level 1)!]”
"It seems that Big Brother Xiaomo is also my benefactor!”
"I think you're my noble person!”
"Hahaha…"
The two of them were drunk until dawn.
Just as Xiao Mo was about to leave, Qiuyue Bai ordered a team of puppets to carry bags of food.
It wasn't that Xiaomo didn't have any storage equipment, but that someone had filled it up long ago!
"Yue Bai is a real man! Looking at his actions today, she knew that he was full of vigor, chivalrous, and warm-hearted. She did not expect Yue Bai to be such a sentimental person!”
Dong Beihu felt a myriad of emotions and tears welled up in his eyes.
Two figures had already entered Mo Qi's mind.
A sister who cared for her and loved her, and was willing to sacrifice herself for her when she was in trouble.
One was the little man who had given her Moqi's Candy House as a gift!
Mo Qi grabbed Dong Beihu's arm and said,"
"He is a man of character and a very trustworthy friend. Thank you, Brother Hu. Thank you for bringing me here, giving me a different life and seeing different people! I have something to do, so I'll make a move first."
With that, she turned around and walked towards her Mochi Candy House.
Looking at Mo Qi, Dong Beihu felt that this little girl seemed to have changed.
The zombie war ended, and the human camp won.
The battle of natural and man-made disasters had come to an end. In the following days, when the base should be developing well, the base reduced its support for the slums.
The authorities of the base had distributed all the materials to the middle and low-end residential areas that had also been destroyed. The main reason was that the place where these people went back to live after work was the middle and low-end residential area.
In other words, some people used their authority to seek benefits for themselves.
As a result, the rich became richer as they aged, and their supplies were even more abundant than before the disaster!
They were getting poorer and poorer. The residents of the slums could not even guarantee that they would be the same before the disaster!
It was as if the people in the slums were not humans. They should be born and raised by the heavens to fend for themselves.
Qiuyue Bai saw this and felt compassion for them. It was going to be a win-win situation.
It was convenient for others, but it was convenient for himself!
Then he would become an infrastructure maniac!
In the central square of the slums, Qiu Yuebai led Dong Beihu and the puppet soldiers.
When Qiuyue Bai entered the square, the loving gazes of the neighbors made him feel like he was about to become the leader of this area.
"See that? He's our little brother, the little hero who protects our slums! You should learn from him when you grow up and be the spokesperson for us poor people!
"That's our savior. It's said that he has thousands of soldiers and horses, ready to fight for the happiness of the slums at any time!”
"It's said that Little Brother is the son of a certain big shot. He was demoted here, and we've benefited from it!”
"I heard that brother Dong Beihu is the brains behind little brother. Little brother also has two super brave female knights under him!”
"I have reliable news that Little Brother is as rich as a country. He alone feeds the entire slum!”
“……”
He brought Dong Beihu along with him, followed by a Level 2 Puppet Soldier.
Qiuyue Bai walked majestically on the streets after the shield disaster, feeling the love of the people on both sides and listening to the funny rumors.
Sometimes, he felt helpless.
As someone who had memories of his past life, Qiu Yuebai wanted to keep a low profile.
Unfortunately, he was short, sexy, smart, cute, and handsome. He was destined to be extraordinary. His strength did not allow him to keep a low profile!
He came to the center of the square and was lifted to the seat of honor by Dong Beihu.
The autonomous committee was an organization formed by the people of the slums.
Qiuyue Bai recognized almost all of them. They were all highly respected elders.
The elders who held the coordination power of the autonomous committee sat below while he, a young man, sat on top. Qiu Yuebai was a little embarrassed and jumped back to the ground.
"Greetings, elders. I'm just a junk collector. I'll be embarrassed if you sit on my seat! I'm just a child, so I'd better sit on the ground.”
Hearing his words, all the elders stood up and walked to his side, sitting down with him.
"Hahahaha…"
Dong Beihu and the people behind him laughed.
At the meeting, Qiu Yuebai first talked about some of her ideas. She wanted to discuss it with the other residents through the elders and looked forward to the future of the slum reconstruction.
As for the construction costs, he generously bore all of them and promised that he would not take a single cent from everyone, and that there would not be any cases of land encroachment.
Furthermore, Qiu Yuebai explained in detail the importance of building a self-defense force in the slums. Once the slums were rebuilt, they would no longer be as dilapidated as before. Instead, they needed to use the self-defense force to prevent some people from spying on them.
In the end, Qiuyue Bai also said that he would be responsible for providing for the entire slum self-defense force.
The reason why Qiuyue Bai made such arrangements was that if she left this land one day, the people in the slums would be able to protect their homes.
Qiu Yuebai didn't expect the Autarch Committee to help him with anything. He just needed to coordinate his relationship.
After about a day, the entire Base 777 spread the news that there was an infrastructure maniac who was born as a child beggar in the slums who had transformed the slums into a top-notch garden community.
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