Chapter 904 The Wilrants From Afar (1/2)

It is worth mentioning that when Chu Guang opened the "Survivor Daily" of Settlement No. 1, Alman's team had not yet landed, but had just passed the North Island in the southern waters.

Due to the increasingly fierce industry competition, the branch wrote the headlines of the newspaper in advance last night and completed the printing in order to seize the timeliness of the news.

More than 5,000 immigrants from the west of the Central Continent.

This is almost equivalent to one twentieth of the current population of Settlement No. 1!

And these people are still Willant.

Considering the strategic hostility between the Alliance and the Southern Legion at the moment, this large number of immigrants is full of topics in itself, not to mention the thousands of tons of gold.

In a breakfast shop not far from the dock, several dock workers wearing helmets were surprised by the news in the newspaper.

Several of the workers are Willant.

Compared with other wastelanders from the eastern provinces, they are the most sensitive to gold.

"Thousands of denarii of gold... how many dinars does it cost?!"

"The smallest denomination is 5 grams... thousands of denarii, at least 200 million!"

A Willant who once served in the Eastern Legion couldn't help but sigh.

"Damn... it's still the guys in the south who are rich."

In the Eastern Legion, gold is generally in the hands of those manor owners who own large tracts of land.

These people are usually military nobles, either active ten thousand men who have been rewarded with land, or someone in the family has served as a ten thousand man.

From this point of view, the Southern Legion does have certain advantages over the Eastern Legion in terms of system.

Their property does not rely on land, but more on mines and factories.

Not only that, the gold of the Southern Legion is only monopolized by the Willant people, not by the ten thousand men.

No wonder the merchants and immigrants in Triumph City like to run to the colonies of the Southern Legion.

Just when these Willant people were arguing about how many silver coins 200 million denarii could be exchanged for, Henk, who was also wearing a helmet, held his breath excitedly.

200 million denarii!

He was just worried about not having the start-up capital to start his own plan, so the money came, didn't it? !

A few months ago, he had boasted to Alman that he would make back the money he lost in Settlement No. 1, but unfortunately, a few months later, he was still working at the dock and the grand blueprint in his mind had not even started.

There was no way.

The risk control of the Union Bank was too strict, and it was not friendly to entrepreneurs like him who had ideas but lacked strength.

Although he honestly found a job to repair his credit and got a temporary identity, a dock job with a monthly salary of only 2,000 silver coins was not enough for him to borrow more than a million silver coins to start his snowball.

However, just when he was at a loss, the more than 1,000 meters of gold that was approaching the shore gave him hope!

He hurriedly threw away the half-eaten noodles, trotted to the foreman, and got straight to the point.

"I want to take a leave."

This guy asked for leave every other day, and the foreman had long remembered this face.

Looking at the anxious Henk, he said with a smile.

"Ask for leave? Where does it hurt this time?"

Faced with the foreman's teasing, Henk's expression was a little embarrassed, but he did not back down. He coughed lightly and said.

"Ahem... did you see the headline of the Survivor Daily this morning? There are my acquaintances on that ship, I have to entertain them."

He actually did not lie. The ship owner named Alman was indeed his acquaintance and his savior.

The foreman was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud.

But he didn't say anything in the end, and still approved the leave note for this fellow named Henk.

"...I advise you to be a little more serious about your work. You have to work at least 40 hours a week, right? If you don't work 168 hours this month, I will give your job to the Boro."

Taking the leave note from the foreman's hand, Henk said without blushing.

"Thank you for being so tolerant of me. I will definitely treat you to a drink when I become rich one day."

The foreman said with a grin, not taking his pie seriously at all.

"Just drinking? You're already daydreaming. I thought you would at least let me be the general manager." Henk grinned and said. "That's two different things. I have to be responsible to my investors first. However, if you are interested in changing careers, I will consider introducing you to my competitors." The foreman was stunned for a moment, then looked at the sly guy and cursed. "Go away, ungrateful bastard, don't even think about getting another leave note from me this month!" Henk shook the leave note in his hand and said with a smile. "I hope so! If this succeeds, I won't have to bother you to issue a leave note again, and you can leave my exoskeleton to those Boro people." Although Henk was not a big shot, he had owned two large ships of munitions. He never thought of working at the dock for a lifetime, and this job was just a transition for him. ... Just as Henk hurried to the passenger terminal, the twelve passenger ships full of immigrants finally entered the port of Settlement No. 1. On the deck of the "Nest of Salvation", Alman looked out at the nearby pier, with a hint of yearning in his bright smile.

Thanks to the good weather along the way, his fleet's average speed was basically more than 30 knots when crossing the Borneo Sea, and it was not until the Baiyue Strait that the ship's speed slowed down.

Since the ship carried more than 5,000 people, most of whom were from Wilant, in order to avoid accidents, he did not dock at any port along the coast of Borneo.

It is precisely because of this that they can reach the Death Coast before the first weekend of September.

To be honest, there are quite a few changes here.

Speaking of this port alone, the passenger terminal and cargo terminal were originally crowded together. However, with the increase in cargo throughput and passenger flow, the port's terminals have been divided into different areas according to their uses.

Not only that, shore infrastructure connected to the dock has also been built one after another.

For example, the freight railway track connected to the port reservoir area, the shipping building connected to the passenger terminal and the minibus station, etc.

Jarman still remembers that the area used to be lined with rows of container houses, but now it has a green belt road and is dotted with wooden country villas with sea views.

Although he comes here often, and the intervals are not long, every time he stops here, he will have the illusion that it has been a long time.

While Arman was looking at the shore, Kuruan, standing beside him, was also carefully observing the situation on the shore.

Unlike Arman, this was his first time here and he had never seen what this place looked like before, so there was not much surprise on his face.

Compared with Yongye Port, which has a population of hundreds of thousands, Settlement No. 1, with a population of just over 100,000, is more like an urban-rural junction between a village and a city, while the port that is still under expansion is more like It is a busy construction site.

The living conditions here are definitely not as good as those in Yongye Port, especially for people like them who have left their hometowns.

But that wasn't what he cared about.

And as a new beginning, it's already pretty good.

"By the way, why is this place called the Death Coast?"

Hearing Kuruan's curious inquiry, Arman answered in a casual tone.

"Because... this place was really not a good place before. Even when the Iron Tower Organization was still there, the locals were not willing to get close to it easily. I heard that before the Alliance came here, there were large and small mutant tribes scattered along the entire coastline, and The kind with gills and fins."

A look of surprise appeared on Kuruan's face.

"And mutants with gills and fins?"

Armen said with a smile.

"Of course there are, but they can't stay under the sea forever, and the nests scattered on the coastline have basically been destroyed by alliance patrols... I heard from people in the alliance that some aquatic mutants retreated to the sewers of the pre-war era. However, the entrances to those places are generally far away from the settlements, so there is no threat to the people living here.”

Kuruan nodded to express his understanding and turned his attention to the beach not far away.

Apart from the rugged rocks, all he could see were folding deck chairs, a few closed parasols, and sparse figures in twos and threes.

It was morning now, and not many people were spending time on the beach, but he could still feel the peace and tranquility from the slowing down of time.

Unbelievable, it was once a mutant lair and a battlefield where Alliance landing forces fought...

Kuruan couldn't help but have a bit of envy in his eyes, but he couldn't tell what it was that he envied.

"...It seems that the managers of the alliance did not lie to them. Their battle is indeed over."

Armen's wife Margery was holding onto little Ruby's hand tightly, and the latter was so excited that she almost hung on the railing of the deck.

A pair of bright eyes were full of curiosity. She was chattering and asking questions all the way, but now her eyes were looking straight at the gantry crane in the distance.

This thing was not unusual in the league, but it made little Ruby's jaw drop.

She had never seen such an interesting thing. There were actually wheels installed under the towering door. Not only could it change the width freely, but it could also move flexibly around ports and docks.

The large red iron pliers hanging on the door frame are also unusually flexible.

It just stretched and contracted slightly, and then it carried the large box more than ten meters wide from the deck to the shore.

"What a big door!"

Looking at her daughter who was shouting excitedly, Margaery couldn't help but smile.

"That's a gantry crane."

"Gantry crane?" Ruby looked back at her mother, her two big eyes blinking curiously.

Looking at this little guy who was eager for knowledge, Margery said with a smile.

"Something for loading and unloading containers."

She has seen this thing before, but this is the first time she has seen it in reality.

Container transportation is not popular in the Legion's territory. Even the port of Triumph City is mainly based on bulk cargo transportation. At most, conveyor belts are installed between the main storage area of ​​the port and the docks.

The reason is also very simple. The main reason is that the labor force of alien workers is too cheap, and during the period of stagnant expansion of the legion, the throughput of cargo at the dock itself will not fluctuate greatly.

As a supporting facility for container transportation, such large-scale loading and unloading equipment naturally cannot become popular.

Even though there are actually similar lifting technologies in Legion's factories, these technologies have not spread to other fields.

"Then... why is there no Yongye Port?" Ruby broke the casserole and continued.

Margaery gently stroked her hair that was messed up by the sea breeze and held her in her arms.

"That's a good question, but Mom wants you to think for yourself instead of waiting for someone else to give you the answer."

Ruby tilted her little head and thought seriously, but it was obviously too early for her to ask such a profound question.

The ship slowly approached the dock and dropped the anchor chain amid a burst of shouts from the sailors.

Arman lifted up his sleeves and glanced at the time on the watch, then returned to his wife and daughter.

"We are almost about to disembark. I have to go to the port authority to register first... There are more than 5,000 immigrants. I have never crammed so many people here at once. My dear, take Ruby back to the room to pack your luggage. Bar."

Margery: "Have you contacted the place where you will live?"

Arman nodded.

"It's just a hotel I've stayed in a few times, but the environment and facilities are pretty good. It's better than the boat anyway... We'll rest there for a few days and then look for a house."

He is not worried about where he lives. After all, he has been here several times and is relatively familiar with the local conditions.

In contrast, he was more worried about the more than 5,000 compatriots on his ship.

Unlike him, who was used to wandering, most of these people came back to such a far away place for the first time.

Their food and accommodation are a problem.

However, Yaman believes that the local authorities in Settlement No. 1 must have more headaches than he does.

The next thing he has to do is talk to the authorities about how to solve the problem.

"...According to your arrangement."

Margery kissed her husband gently on the cheek, and then took little Ruby back to the cabin.

Looking at the backs of mother and daughter, Arman couldn't help but smile happily as he thought about his new life in the future.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the dock not far away.

"Haha, Mr. Armen! We meet again!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Arman quickly saw Henk standing on the dock waving his hand.

He was wearing a crisp formal suit, his leather shoes were polished, and his oiled hair shone in the morning light.

This Weiland man from the New World seems to have completely adapted to the local life, and even used the money he saved to buy himself a wardrobe.

Arman looked at him in surprise, then smiled and waved to him.

"Henk? Long time no see. Did you come here specially to wait for me?"

"Of course! I originally made an appointment to discuss business, but when I heard that you were coming, I immediately put the deal down!"

Henk lifted up his sleeves to check the time, but remembered that he had pawned the watch, so he touched the back of his hand in embarrassment and took his hand back.

Arman did not notice his embarrassment, but noticed another person standing next to him.

The man looked very similar to his partner Zhang Ze, and he should be a survivor from the eastern provinces.

After getting off the deck, he hugged Henk, and then politely turned his eyes to the stranger.

"Who is this?"

"I was planning to introduce you!" Henk had a bright smile on his face, then looked at the person next to him and said, "This is Gu Ning, the local representative of Settlement No. 1."

"Hello, Mr. Arman, I have heard your name."

While speaking, the man named Gu Ning smiled friendly and extended his right hand.

Arman shook hands with him and said with a rather surprised expression on his face.

"Nice to meet you...Mr. Gu."

Rather than being surprised by this man's identity, Arman was more confused about why Henk brought him here.

However, before he had time to ask, the Director of the Port Authority hurriedly came from the direction of the Port Authority's office, forcing him to put things aside for the time being.

"Sorry, I have something going on here."

Looking at the slightly apologetic Arman, the representative named Gu Ning smiled modestly and said.

"Understood, you get down to business first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

The beaming Henk also continued.

"Business matters, we are not in a hurry."

Arman nodded and immediately walked towards the port director.

Before docking at the port, he had contacted the port authorities via radio and obtained permission to dock.

It was Director Sun Youcheng of the Port Authority who approved the matter.

However, the expression on the director's face told him that things might not be as simple as he thought.

And things developed exactly as he expected.

When he walked up to Director Sun and was about to say hello, the other party spoke first.

"You're in trouble."

Seeing the expression on Director Sun's face, Arman was stunned for a moment.

"Trouble? Didn't I already agree with you before coming here?"

The expression on Sun Youcheng's face was a little embarrassed, and his eyes drifted to the side.

"That's right...but now things have changed."

Variety?

Arman was most afraid of hearing this word, his expression could not help but change slightly, and he said seriously.

"I hope you can explain...we only docked at the port with your permission."

"That's true...but I don't have the final say in this settlement alone."

Maybe it was because he had made up his mind first, but Sun Youcheng didn't feel confident when he said these words.

After hesitating for a long time, he sighed and said.

"Okay, let me tell you the truth. Some Yue people held up signs in front of the city hall to protest, and you should know what they were protesting against...your compatriots did those things,"

I have to blame the damn "Daily Survivor". I don't know who leaked the news.

Sun Youcheng cursed and cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

He could manage the port, but not the newspaper.

In fact, last night he had a premonition that these Weiland immigrants might be in trouble.

After all, five thousand people came this time, not five hundred, not to mention that they came from the territory of the Southern Legion.

In order to prevent possible accidents, he held a meeting in the bureau and repeatedly told people who knew about the matter not to disclose the information to the media. Unexpectedly, the ship was published in the "Daily Survivor" before it even docked. headlines, and even the specific number of people was exposed.

Now that the city hall is surrounded, the pressure is naturally on his side.

After listening to Director Sun's words, Arman couldn't help but argue.

"But my ship is full of civilians, what does this have to do with them? Not to mention that they are also victims of persecution by the legion, and that's why they came here."

Sun Youcheng looked at him sympathetically, but in the end he just sighed helplessly.

"It's useless for you to explain to me. The Port Authority also listens to the city hall. You should go and explain to those protesting... But I have to tell you that they are different from you. Especially those Yue people, many of them long ago Just join the alliance, they have citizenship and political power.”

Arman was speechless for a moment.

Just when he didn't know what to do, Representative Gu Ning's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"The identity of an Alliance citizen is not a talisman to do whatever you want, nor is it a sword to be superior to others. It provides shelter to survivors who are committed to ending the Wasteland Era, and unites all suffering survivors... These words are written in the Alliance's constitution. Are you going to allow our citizens to shake our foundation?"

"Ordinary people can be naive and willful, but this kind of thing shouldn't happen to you."

Previously, Sun Youcheng's attention was all on Arman, and he didn't even notice that the local representative was here.

Seeing Gu Ning's face, the expression on his face suddenly turned into a bitter one.

Although it was not easy to offend the citizens of the Alliance, he did not want to face accountability from the Congress.

The pressure is much greater than shouting through the window.

If he was really pursued, he would be dismissed from get out of class in minutes.

"I didn't mean that...but what about those who protested? Just leave them alone?"

He originally asked a rhetorical question, but he didn't expect Gu Ning to act like "that's all."

"They protested theirs, that's their right, you do your thing according to the rules and leave the rest to me."

Sun Youcheng was speechless for a moment and could only nod helplessly.

"Okay...but I don't care what happens after that."

Anyway, it was the representative who asked him to let him go.

Even if the mayor asks after that, he will have something to hand over.

"That's none of your business in the first place."

While speaking, Gu Ning looked at Arman who was completely stunned, smiled and stretched out his right hand, "Welcome to the alliance, I hope that some minor misunderstandings between us have not made you feel wronged."

"How could it be..." Arman came back to his senses and immediately held Gu Ning's extended hand and said with a grateful face, "Thank you... those Boluo people, I will explain to them."

Gu Ning, who let go of his hand, smiled and waved his hand gently.

"You're welcome. As for mediation and clarification, that's the job of us people."

After a pause, he continued.

"I assume you don't have a place to live yet, right?"

Arman swallowed and answered truthfully.

"...Indeed, although my residence has been settled, the vast majority of people on the ship have not."

"I understand the basic situation."

Gu Ning nodded seriously and continued.

"The Alliance is not a wishing machine. We really can't immediately create a community that can accommodate 5,000 people...but I believe we can find a solution. Is it convenient to go to the ship to chat?"

Unexpectedly, the other party was so concerned about the fate of these people on the boat. Arman was immediately flattered and made a gesture of invitation.

"Of course it's convenient, please come with me!"