Chapter 1362 - The Nuclear Warhead On The Beach (1/2)

Translator: _Min_  Editor: Rainystars

The North American colony in the apocalypse.

Zhou Guoping summoned the officials and held a quick meeting in the Governor’s Mansion.

“…The first phase of the project is only halfway to completion and we need more slaves to contribute to our colony. Now our colony is quite crowded and the construction site is filled with refugees from other places. I suggest we immediately begin the second phase of the project by developing the residential area outside the fortress.”

“We are colonists, and we are not here to do charity work in North America. We are feeding more than 30,000 laborers, and that’s more than enough. What we need now is money, not more people,” Zhou Guoping emphasized again.” It’s not caps, nor crystals, but credit points.”

Even if he never implemented the system himself, he had seen its action.

After the time he spent at the Sixth Street, Hongcheng, and Shangjing in underground activities, even if he was not too gifted in governing, he was not blind. For example, he knew the most important point, that was, no matter what you do, you cannot do without money.

Now that the budget was nearing depletion, the first and foremost important issue was to solve the funding problem. The funding here did not refer to North American survivors, but to the credit points that circulated in the NAC.

From the most basic construction steel to the high-end munitions production line, the amount of material in this new colony was much higher than it appeared. The only thing that they didn’t lack was food and refugees were attracted by food.

Food was always a great commodity sold everywhere. However, if they just relied on food alone, it would be difficult to exchange for the real goods from these ordinary survivors.

Whether the National Guard or Minutemen, they all held a cautious attitude towards NAC’s actions on the West Coast.

In particular, the self-proclaimed righteous National Guard, with pre-war thinking, regarded NAC as the “remnants” of the Pan-Asia Cooperation. Although they did not take any hostile actions towards the NAC outpost, they were never friendly either.

Just as the people around the table were discussing how to develop the local specialties of the colony to draw investors from the Sixth Street in, a messenger ran in. After he saluted, he reported to Zhou Guoping.

“…Our reconnaissance team witnessed a large number of Mud Crabs in an abandoned port ten kilometers away from the colony, it is suspected that there is a nest there.”

“Don’t bother me with such trivial things,” Zhou Guoping waved his hand impatiently, “Do what you should do.”

“Yes!”

After the messenger saluted again, he ran out. However, before he even took two steps, Zhou Guoping suddenly stopped him.

“Wait,” Zhou Guoping stopped the messenger.

The soldiers stopped, turned around, and saluted again.

“What else, sir?”

“What is the difference between the Mud Crabs here compared to the Mud Crabs in Asia?” Zhou Guoping’s eyes turned while he touched his chin.

Before the messenger had time to answer, another NAC officer sitting at the conference table responded with confusion in his tone.

“Bigger, lighter in color, crab claws with serrated barbs, crab roe is milky white… Is there any problem?”

“No problem, it’s just that I suddenly thought of Yizhou. Remember the crab roe from the Yizhou island colony? I ate it once and it was delicious.” Zhou Guoping licked his lips as fascination appeared in his eyes as well as a touch of excitement.

Just now, he suddenly thought of a good way to make money.

The North American colony could follow the example of Yizhou Island and cultivate aquatic products like Mud Crabs in coastal areas.

By that time, he could give these North American Mud Crabs a new name, one distinguished enough to sell its milky crab roes to the Sixth Street. It would definitely have a market!

“Clean up that abandoned port, and collect all the mud crab eggs!”

“Roger!” The messenger gave a military salute and turned away.

…

Outside the abandoned port, rusty containers were piled up randomly, and destroyed goods were scattered everywhere. For strange reasons, a large cargo ship beached on the shore, and half of the ship ran aground on the slope-like shore, covered by countless seaweeds from the sea.

With plenty of food and suitable humidity, this semi-humid environment was the most optimal for Mud Crabs.

Early the next morning, the roar of the engine from a distance broke the tranquility of the abandoned port.

More than a dozen trucks, escorted by four assault armored vehicles, parked in the open space in front of the port.

Soldiers with rifles jumped off the truck one after another. A small part of them was from the NAC army while most of them were mercenaries composed of local survivors. Everyone was divided into two teams and assembled in front of the vehicles. The NAC officer in power armor walked to the front of the team and shouted in a hoarse voice.